The Crown's Obsession

Both the she-wolves stared at Beth with annoyance. With Beth, who would be leaving the place today, Rosella didn't see any reason as to why she should hold back anymore, and she stepped forward, raising her hand to claw Beth.

Though Beth had joined later than the two girls, she had learned to defend herself without harming the other person. She caught hold of the girl's wrist before turning it around and pushing her against the tree.

"Why do you want to fight with me for no reason? You might not see me again, unless I come back here," said Beth.

"I will kill you!" The same threat, thought Beth to herself. If she truly wanted to harm her, the girl would have brought her claws out now.

"What is going on in here?" James appeared at the scene, a deep frown on his face.

On seeing James here, the girl who was pushed against the tree and in Beth's hold tried to get away. Her cheeks turned red for being seen like this by James.

"Stop getting in my way!" shouted Rosella in anger.

Beth's eyes slightly widened, noticing what was going on. She pushed the girl towards James, and he caught Rosella in his arms for the girl to only blush further. She quickly stepped away from him before running away from there with her friend.

"What was that about? Are they troubling you again?" questioned James, his head turned to look at the two retreating figures. "I don't know why she always tries to get into trouble with you."

Beth would not have known the look the girl had given to her and James. But it was hard to ignore as once upon a time, and in the past, she had the same look on her face.

"You are so dense, James," she shook her head. "The girl likes you."

"She does?" there was an evident surprise in his voice.

"Anyways, I am going to the magistrate's office now. Was there anything you wanted me to relay to the people in the village or town?" she asked him. Seeing him shake his head, she gave him a nod. "Thank you for your help. I hope to see you sometime around soon."

"Have a good journey, Elizabeth," James wished her, offering her a small bow.

Wishing him luck, Beth made her way to the magistrate's office and collected the parchment that had been sealed and signed by King Sebastian Warring.

"See, there was no Devil to begin with," said Langston to Beth. "You people of Devon are ready to believe anything. I don't even know why King Sebastian has accepted it, when he hasn't even seen the Devil," he rolled his eyes.

"If I meet him, I will be sure to let him know to pay you a visit," said Beth, and the man narrowed his eyes.

"We shall see that. You were lucky that your life was saved because you are related to King Calhoun," harrumphed the magistrate.

"I am very fortunate for that," replied Beth. During her stay here, she had seen the rogue werewolves who came to attack people, and these rogue werewolves were captured and killed. She had been lucky. "Thank you," she bowed her head, and the magistrate was more than happy to see her leave.

"Tell the Devil that I look forward to having tea with him," mocked the magistrate.

Placing her trunks behind the carriage, she got in the carriage before getting inside it. It was finally time to get back to Devon.

Back in Heaven, Raphael was back to his usual hobby of viewing the surface of the magical water in the vessel. He looked at the dark-haired woman who was in the carriage, who was staring outside the window while occasionally falling asleep and then waking up.

Raphael often slipped from the eyes of the people who came here to disappear, only to return. He had been watching her, keeping an eye on what she was up to. She had always been the interesting one from the lot, like a piece of the puzzle that didn't fit in with the usual pieces.

He still remembered the first time when he had caught sight of her, her green eyes staring at him with suspicion before it was diverted by something else. Though he was a demon in the living world, he had the ability to sense the light and darkness in people, and the girl was something in between that had been messed up by her grandparents.

He wondered why she hadn't sent a wish to be fulfilled unless he had been unable to move her the way he wanted to in the living world, thought Raphael to himself.

A frown came to settle on his handsome face. Since he had returned to Heaven, the long locks of hair had disappeared and the stubble around his face. The black eyes had turned back to gold eyes.

Thanks to the card that she carried, he knew she hadn't forgotten him.

"Why don't you wish to see me, Beth," he murmured under his breath.

When his fingers touched the water's surface, a small ripple formed for it to clear the surface and show the bottom of the vessel.

The other angels and archangel's who had somehow caught this little hobby of Raphael stepping in and out of the place where the magical vessel was placed had decided not to mention it, but some couldn't help but wonder what the archangel always looked at.

Archangel Uriel, who was with others in the room, asked, "Does this mean we angels are allowed to have a relationship with the mortals now? From what I heard, Michael was with this woman named Helena."

Michael was at his desk, who hadn't lifted his head until now but hearing his name, he turned annoyed, "I was not with her. We didn't do anything, nor did we share any feelings."

"I don't think that is what Gabriel told our other brother," said Uriel, while some of them were curiously listening in on them.

"Now, Uriel. I never said that," Gabriel appeared in the room. "If my memory serves it right, I was vague with my reply to Vladimir. He seemed quite interested in her."

"Seems like everyone is falling in love," muttered Ramiel, who had been reading a book. He then looked up to pass a glance at Michael, who appeared quiet in deep thought.

Michael brushed away the other archangels words, while his thoughts went to the time when he had found a boy in the alley in the living world. It was the time of the rain, and the boy had been beaten up. And out of kindness, he had taken the boy to his home.

To think he had helped the Devil's grandchild, Michael couldn't help but believe that everything came back to a circle.

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