The Devil's Betrothed
Chapter 419: Words of Advice From Master

Chapter 419: Words of Advice From Master

"Yes, as tomorrow is the night of the full moon, you need to prepare yourself to confront that witch. It won’t be easy, and there’s a chance you might fail. But taking action is better than doing nothing. At least we’ll get to gauge the extent of her power, and most importantly, you won’t have to wonder about her or feel frightened anymore," Yorian explained.

Oriana nodded and asked, "You’ll be with me, Lord Yorian, won’t you?"

"I will, but there’s a limit to how much I can support you. Only a Queen of Witches or a powerful witch like Zaria can effectively deal with another of your kind who is not easy to confront."

"I understand," Oriana replied.

"Always remember that you are a Queen, and every other witch is beneath you. They have reason to be wary of a Queen," Yorian advised.

"I will," Oriana affirmed.

"Perhaps you’d like to summon your master," Yorian suggested.

"I was considering that," Oriana said.

"Then I’ll leave you to prepare for tomorrow’s battle," the elf announced as he stood up.

"You’re leaving? Where to?" Oriana asked, her anxiety making her appear like a worried child.

Yorian chuckled at her concern, seeing her resemblance to a child about to be left behind. "I’ve traveled quite far and expended a lot of my energy, so I need to rest. Even though the guest room in Erich’s palace isn’t the most comfortable place to sleep, I’ll rest there."

Oriana was relieved to hear his explanation. "Rest well, then. Good night, Lord Yorian."

As Oriana sat alone in the study, she reached for her pendant and called upon her master. After a brief moment, she opened her eyes to find a well-dressed, beautiful woman seated before her, staring back.

"Master?" Oriana ventured to address her, only to be met with a mocking tone, "Have you forgotten your manners when greeting your master?"

Oriana didn’t take offense at the jest. If her master stops mocking her, she will doubt this person in front of her is fake. She promptly stood up, moved around the table, and bowed to Rosetta. "Greetings, Master."

Rosetta observed her student, noting Oriana’s attire as a woman, and seemed to approve, humming in satisfaction. "Now you look like a proper witch."

Oriana met Zaria’s gaze and glanced down at herself, trying to understand her master’s words.

"Witches are known not just for their knowledge and power but also for their beauty and elegance," Zaria explained. "Your previous appearance in men’s clothing was a disgrace to our kind."

Oriana found herself with no argument to offer. She had seen how Rosetta always carried herself with grace and elegance, even in her nightdress during their previous meeting. This elderly witch was undoubtedly a woman of great beauty, which had once made Oriana jealous, especially when Arlan had drawn her.

Suppressing such thoughts, Oriana cleared her mind and said, "I apologize if my call disturbed you, Master, but..."

"It was not unexpected," Rosetta interrupted. "As the night of the full moon approaches, I anticipated you might cry for help."

The words "cry for help" struck a chord with Oriana, causing her inner turmoil. However, she quickly regained her composure and inquired, "Is there a specific significance to the night of the full moon that made my master so certain I would seek her assistance?"

"By now, with the help of that little bit smartness of your useless brain, you must have understood that evil witch is always upto something on the night of full moon," Rosetta answered, "I believe you must be planning to deal with that evil witch the same night."

"You’re correct, Master."

"I know," Rosetta affirmed. "These evil witches are no less than demons, but they are always bound by some force that keeps them in check. The night of the full moon is the time for them to reveal their existence and augment their power."

"Understood, Master," Oriana acknowledged. "Although you’ve previously stated that you wouldn’t aid me, could you at least provide me with some guidance? You wouldn’t want your student to be defeated by an evil witch, would you?"

"These evil witches excel at playing mind games, exploiting your weaknesses, which leaves you with no other option but to obey them even if it means to put yourself into a lifetime of pain," Rosetta cautioned, beginning her guidance. "While confronting her, do not let her words infiltrate your mind, and do not fall into her worldly traps. Once fallen into her trap, escaping is almost impossible, even for someone of great power. Conceal your weaknesses and your true nature, the extent of your power, until the right moment."

"I will heed your advice, Master."

"In terms of using your powers against her, if she uses divine blood, she is undoubtedly powerful, perhaps even too formidable for me to confront with ease," Rosetta explained, locking eyes with Oriana, who looked anxious. "However, you possess unique qualities. You have the ability to face her. Trust in yourself and assert your authority like a queen. Treat that witch as your lowly slave. As for the rest, you must figure out how to manage an unruly slave."

"So, you’re suggesting I should treat her the way you treat me, Master?" Oriana responded, arching an eyebrow.

Rosetta maintained her prideful expression without a hint of change. "I’m delighted that you took note of that. All the curses I’ve directed at you have not gone to waste," Rosetta quipped before rising from her seat.

"There is nothing more I can guide with you so I will take a leave."

"Master would not ask why I am putting fight with that evil witch?"

"Knowing how nosy you can be, I’m hardly surprised," " Rosetta responded as if she had Oriana figured out completely. "For me to inquire means showing interest, which would then lead to me assisting you personally, even when it’s none of my concern. This is the trouble you pulled your way, so you’ll have to manage it yourself."

"I understand, Master."

Rosetta cast one last glance at her student. "If you return in defeat, don’t ever refer to me as your master again."

Oriana could only nod and watch her master vanish.

"Behind her constant cursing was a purpose too?" Oriana pondered. "Could it be that she intended to teach me how to handle individuals of lower status or perhaps to assert my authority as a Queen? Well, I won’t resort to the same harsh words she does," she mused, a sly smile forming on her lips, "except perhaps for that wicked witch. She might just warrant an exception."