The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 88

Chapter 88: That Idiot!

A sword pierced through his throat from just below chin only to make its way out of his neck just at the end of his skull. Arlan pulled his sword out, before continuing to sip on the wine glass in his other hand.

A devilish smirk painted itself on his face.

"I like this brand of wine best but your lies disturbs my mood to drink."

Arlan continued to swirl the wine glass in his hand leisurely, as if nothing special happened and he was merely talking to guests. However, many of the subordinates of the dead man had peed in their pants.

As Arlan enjoyed that wine slowly, no one dared make a single sound till he finished it for which he took his sweet time. Once he finished only then Imbert was the first one to move and got the empty glass from him.

Arlan stood up, brandishing his sword on the side. "Anyone else wishes to tell the last lie of your life?"

Those captives immediately bowed on the floor, asking for mercy.

"We will tell everything we know, my Lord!"

"Please forgive us!"

"We will give all the details of the master’s business!"

Arlan walked out of the brothel, leaving the rest to his knights. He looked at the dark sky.

’It’s over earlier than I thought. I can go back now. I wonder what Shortie is doing. She is a person full of colorful surprises, so I doubt she is sleeping peacefully right now.’

His guardian knight stepped out of the brothel as well.

"Your Highness, we can leave Rafal and the rest to take care of the aftermath. Would you like to go back?" Imbert asked, seeing the dazed Arlan.

"Shall we do that?" Arlan asked, a hint of a smile on his face.

"I will bring the horses," Imbert said before walking away.

It was the first time Imbert saw Arlan behave this calmly after killing someone. It gave off a strange sense of dissonance. There was no bloodlust, no unreasonable anger in those blue eyes. The fact that the Crown Prince even spared some of that man’s subordinates and did not order a killing spree was surprising in itself.

’Must be something going on in his mind.’ Imbert never questioned Arlan’s actions, but he was skilled at guessing the mood of his liege and acting accordingly.

Imbert and Arlan left on horseback and returned to the Ahrens. When they reached his current dwelling, Arlan instructed his knight, "Go retire for the night."

Without another word, Arlan went upstairs to his chamber, not knowing what was waiting for him there.

’Huh?’

He planned to quietly open the door, wanting to be considerate of his sleeping attendant, but the door did not budge. It was locked from inside.

’Why did she lock the door? Does she not want me to enter my own chamber?’

He was about to knock, but changed his mind midway.

’It might disturb her sleep.’ He let out a helpless sigh, but the corner of his lips curved upwards. ’This stupid idiot. How dare she lock out her master from his own chamber? See how I punish you in the morning.’

He used his power and the bolt on the door from inside opened on its own. _{fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓}