She Belongs To The Devil

The night was still young when the sleeping spell was lifted from everyone in the Palace. Though the others continued to sleep, there was one person who got up from the bed and walked outside in pursuit of something.

Lillian stood at the center of the Palace and then tried to use her summoning spell again. She had tried to use it yesterday night in order to get her revenge against that succubus. But for some reason, she could not perform the spell at all.

After failing to summon several times, she heard some guards running all around the Palace and creating a commotion. So she had to retreat to her Palace to not raise any suspicion.

During the day, the King had made an announcement in the Palace saying that the Princes and Princesses had already departed towards their test location. He had said that the test might take as long as two days.

And Lillian had vowed to herself that she would kill that succubus before her son returned back victoriously from the test. The death of that succubus was going to be a welcoming gift for her son. But what she didn't know was that her son was already back from the test by now and had landed a position of the guard dog for Adeline.

Nevertheless, she stood in the middle of the Palace and began to chant the dark spell. But like yesterday, something seemed to be wrong. "This had never happened before. The spell always worked!" Lillian grumbled to herself and thought about the possible reason for the summoning spell not working.

"Does that succubus know that I found out about her betrayal? Did she break the blood pact between us? But breaking the pact requires both party's consent."

Lillian began to pace around subconsciously while thinking what could have gone wrong. "Did the magic circle wear off? But that should last for at least half a year. It has merely been a month since I drew that magic circle."

She frowned her brows and thought, "What if someone powerful tampered with the circle? I should go and check. I don't see anything else that could have gone wrong."

Lillian was already near the back gate of the Palace. She moved her feet quickly and carried herself out of the Palace gate. She looked at the area from where the magic circle had passed but no matter how hard she looked, she could not even find a trace of that circle.

"What happened to the circle? At most, there should have been a break in the circle somewhere. But how can the whole circle disappear as if it was not drawn in the first place? Only I should be able to wipe it out clearly. Others should only have been able to break it."

A cold shiver ran down her spine as a thought hit her. "Not even the most powerful High Priestess on this land should be able to wipe the circle made out of oak ashes imbued with my magic. It is practically impossible for a witch to wipe another witch's circle."

"If the disappearance of the circle really was the work of someone then that someone should be at least a hundred times more powerful than me. Does that mean I have another mystical being on my tail? Why do I always become the target of the powerful beings?"

"They are really a pain in the back. I cannot even see them." Lillian looked around the forest as though suspecting that some powerful beings were watching her even now.

She hated the idea of being weak and ran inside the Palace while vowing in her heart, "I should be more powerful. I think I should fully devote myself to the dark magic and pursue my path as the Dark Sorceress Supreme. Only then will I be able to face the most formidable enemies."

She walked towards her quarter while murmuring to herself, "That succubus has luck in her side. Else I would have already finished her off by now. Doesn't matter. The moment I get my hands on the dark grade oak ashes, I will draw the circle again and I will have my revenge on that rotten rat."

Lillian went back inside her room and tried to get some sleep. But obviously, she was unable to do so.

The speculation that she made about a powerful being wiping off her magic circle was true. The magic circle had vanished when Azriel came to inspect the Palace before the test. He had cast a sleeping spell and had marked all the Princes and Princesses who were to be taken by the Wyverns to the Dragon Crypt.

But what she was wrong about was that Azriel was not after her. He just saw something that shouldn't be around the Palace and destroyed it without much thought.

He didn't say anything to anyone from the Palace about that circle. Such issues were to be sorted out by the humans themselves. He didn't like interfering in the issues of the Palace.

Just like his mother, Edwin was also unable to sleep. He had been turning and twisting in his bed since he arrived in his chamber. How could he sleep when his dream of ruling over Wyverndale had burst like the water bubbles in the ocean?

He was clutching the blanket and was cursing Adeline, "Why did it have to be Adeline out of all candidates? Couldn't it have been Alan? At least sticking by his side wouldn't have been difficult."

"Argh!" he screamed out in frustration and then blamed that succubus for his failure as if he had never sinned before having that unfateful encounter with that succubus. "What did that succubus have against me? If it had not sucked out my life then mother wouldn't have to kill those maids for me. Maybe I would have had a chance to sit on the thro-"

He suddenly felt an excruciating pain in his heart and had a coughing fit. He clenched his fist over his heart and tried very hard to endure the pain. The pain went away after about a minute but he was as scared as a kitten. "What the hell was that?"

He recalled what the Dragon Immortal had told him, 'If you even think about betraying the future ruler then…' and he mumbled in frustration, "I cannot even think badly about Adeline? Great! It would have been better if I had just died."