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The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 485

Chapter 485: Granting A Permission

Yorian made his way to the lounge, where Arlan, Seren, and Drayce awaited news. Given Oriana’s reluctance to engage with Arlan, they decided to get Yorian to interact with her as he was the closest person to her like a friend.

"What did you discern?" Drayce inquired, his tone laced with anticipation.

"Nothing satisfactory. You two must have already heard it while sitting here," Yorian replied only to hear Arlan say with a loud frown, "I wasted time for nothing," and stood up to leave.

Arlan looked at him and heard him say, "Something really is going on in her mind. Be cautious."

"I don’t have to be cautious of her." Arlan retorted dismissively.

Yorian’s brow furrowed with concern. "Understand that she is not just an ordinary Oriana now, but someone different."

"She remains the same to me," he declared before exiting without further ado.

Watching Arlan’s departure, Yorian exhaled deeply, murmuring to himself, "These two, both unyielding in their resolve. I have never felt this worried for anything since I left Agartha."

"Mister Yorian, should I attempt to speak with her?" Seren proposed, concern evident in her voice.

Yorian offered a gentle shake of his head, "Not at this moment." He harbored reservations about subjecting Seren to Oriana’s current disposition. "Until we ascertain the root of her turmoil, I believe only Prince Arlan should engage with her. For now, let’s offer our unwavering support."

Catching Seren’s eye, Drayce nodded reassuringly, remarking, "We should trust Yorian’s judgment."

"The day after tomorrow is the wedding...." Seren showed her concern, the meaning behind her words was clear. The couple to be wedded was in a mess and no one knew what Oriana was going to do.

"Wedding is the last thing that is Arlan’s concern at this moment. We can do nothing but be patient. There is still time," Drayce assured her.

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As night descended and the hour for repose approached, Arlan approached the bed, casting a concerned glance upon Oriana, who remained fixated on the world beyond the window’s glass.

"It’s time to rest," Arlan gently urged, moving to assist her. Yet, before he could act on his intent...

"Take me there," Oriana’s voice broke the silence, her words devoid of negotiation.

Arlan traced the direction of her unwavering gaze, settling upon the distant silhouette of the mountain range.

"To where?" he inquired cautiously, seeking clarity amidst the uncertainty.

"Take me to those mountains, somewhere far from here," she reiterated, her gaze unwaveringly fixed on the distant peaks beyond the window.

Though her request bordered on the implausible, Arlan stood prepared to honor it. Extending his hand, he awaited her to hold it. Oriana, without a word, grasped it. As she attempted to rise from the bed, her balance faltered due to a little numbness in her legs, but Arlan swiftly steadied her within his embrace, both his hands wrapped around her, holding her petite body in strong hold.

"Are you alright?" he queried, concern evident in his voice.

She remained silent, offering no reply.

Ensuring her safety was paramount, he shielded her with his powers, fortifying her frail form against the rigors of teleportation. In an instant, the familiar confines of his chamber dissolved, replaced by the rugged expanse of a mountainous cliff, distant from the confines of Wildridge Manor.

"We’ve arrived," Arlan murmured, his arms still enveloping Oriana.

Drawing back slightly, she scanned their surroundings. Everywhere was dark but her vision somehow allowed her to see enough clearly, which was surprising to her but there was no such expression of surprise on her face.

Utilizing his abilities, Arlan conjured a flame, illuminating their surroundings and casting a warm glow upon the terrain.

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