Witch's Daughter And The Devil's Son

Chapter 73: His Bedchamber

"Eudes," King Armen called out in a tired voice, "Call the Head Royal Physician and have him personally look after Seren."

One had to know that the best of the royal physicians only serve the monarch of the kingdom himself, and it was basically unheard of to have him treat anyone but King Armen.

Without waiting for his trusted advisor's response, King Armen and his son followed Drayce out of the tower despite not knowing where he was planning to take her.

Arlan, who was calm till now as a bystander, walked along with Cian and spoke, "I told you to trust him. Though he is a devil, he is way better than most humans."

The knights standing outside the Third Princess's residence—who had just collected themselves from the shock they got when they were pushed away without anyone touching them—got one more shock of a lifetime.

They saw the fearsome King of Megaris carrying the unconscious Third Princess in his arms.

When they saw King Armen behind Drayce, they all stepped aside to make way for them to leave.

"Berolt, take care of welcoming the returned troop," King Armen instructed sir Berolt and followed Drayce without waiting for Sir Berolt to reply.

Sir Berolt bowed to the King and stayed back and with few of his knights he went to welcome the retuned troop.

Even though Drayce was carrying a person, he crossed the distance towards the main palace with a speed ordinary humans could not catch up without running.

As he headed towards the part of the royal residence where his temporary quarters were located, everyone—from servants to guards and even the members of the royal family—who saw the travel-worn man carrying a certain infamous girl with a veil had their eyes wide and their mouth gaping in shock. Some were unable to do their work, while the worst among them did not even realize the presence of their own king and crown prince tailing behind the absurd sight.

"Are my eyes playing tricks on me? I-Is that the Third Princess?"

"Who can it be? Can't you see that veil-covered face?"

"I wonder what happened to that witch. Is this her punishment after trying to kill innocent people?"

"Indeed. Her black magic must have backfired."

"Serves her right. I hope she is dead!"

Thud!

Smash!

As soon as those vicious words escaped their mouths, the things around them broke apart. The servants had just arranged the vases purchased outside the palace to replace the ones destroyed from that terrifying incident.

Those nearby were startled by the noise and moved away to protect themselves. Looking at the mess in the already cleaned place, everyone could only whine over it.

"We have to clean it again."

"My back is already broken from doing all these for the past two days."

"That witch—"

Slam!

Again, an ornament nearby was smashed into the pieces. Everyone stopped talking, and then panic enveloped them.

"C-Can she hear us and use her black magic on us?"

"That means she is not dead—"

Smash!

"She can hear us! D-Don't talk about her, or we have to clean the entire palace again."

The terrified servants hurried their work so they could escape as soon as they're done.

Drayce had been quiet all along as he listened to their vicious words. He could only tighten his hold on the fragile girl in his arms as his eyes turned darker with every gossip and curse they threw her way—especially their wish to expect her to be dead.

Although this was not Megaris, and he was just a guest, he was not in a mood to hear any crap and needed to shut them up and punish them. Making them do the same work repeatedly was the best punishment for those bodies with useless brains.

King Armen and others couldn't hear what the servants were talking about, but they sure heard the noise of things breaking behind them, only they didn't have time to pay attention to those.

"Seems like those lowlives had said something to anger our devil," Arlan mumbled under his breath, his voice low enough that only Cian, who was beside him, could hear him. Arlan knew his words would reach someone's sensitive ears, but he didn't care if Drayce heard it.

Cian had seen Drayce's inhuman powers multiple times, and after experiencing the temper of the young king, he felt like he understood what Arlan meant.

Drayce carried Seren towards the bedchamber that was allotted to him for his stay during the Second Princess's engagement ceremony a week ago. With him being the highest-ranked person second only to their own king, the royal family had arranged for his temporary lodging to be the largest and most luxurious chamber inside the palace, and he was sure that none of the other guest rooms would compare to it.

On the way, people had curiously watched the spectacle of a travel-worn man carrying the unconscious princess with the King and Crown Prince of Abetha following him.? Though they were not aware of the identity of the red-eyed man who carried Seren, seeing King Armen and Prince Cian walking behind Drayce made everyone lower their heads to bow and step to the sides of the hallway to clear the way for the royals.

Drayce didn't even bother to look at anyone as his sight was fixed forward towards his destination.

When King Armen realized where they were heading, he gave an uncomfortable cough. "King Drayce, we can arrange for her to stay in a different bedchamber."

"I don't mind if she uses mine," Drayce said coldly.

They arrived at Drayce's bedchamber. The next moment, the closed double doors of his bedchamber opened on their own and Drayce entered the inside without waiting for King Armen's response.

Despite the chaos in the palace two nights before, Drayce's bedchamber was already cleaned. The broken windows were fixed, and the room itself was spotless and warmly decorated,? as Lord Eudes had already ordered the servants to prepare for the return of the rescue party.

As the royal troop was arriving soon, the palace maids made sure to prioritize fixing the places that would be used by King Drayce, Prince Arlan, and the others in the allied group.