The Devil's Good Girl-Chapter 284: She’s a demon

"I’ll communicate with the prince outside the imperial palace. I can’t go inside or the crown prince will be in danger."

"That’s what the witch said before we turned around to find her a place to stay, Your Highness," the henchman reported, standing in front of the crown prince’s wide desk. "She looked very scared, Your Highness."

Quentin pounded the bottom of his fist against the surface of the desk. He ground his teeth in anger, but at the same time, feeling a lot more trapped in this situation.

"Is she truly a witch?" he hissed, and the knight nodded.

"Your Highness, I’ve searched high and low to find a witch. I’ve had to use extreme means just to find her," the knight reassured. "I can assure you she’s a real one. Although she chose to stay hidden outside of the imperial palace, she sent you a letter because she seemed to be worried about you."

The knight took out a small piece of paper and placed it on the crown prince’s desk. Although he was worried about the "demon" the witch spewed, he was also relieved the witch would have to stay out of the imperial palace.

The knight thought it was simply a reckless mumbling of the witch and that it was even more dangerous to keep her inside the palace walls.

Quentin glanced at the letter and quickly picked it up.

[Your Highness, the Crown Prince,

I now understand your dilemma. I was told by your knight that you were looking for a witch to confirm something. However, I’m afraid I cannot meet you in person for my sake and also for yours.

The royal palace is currently nested with a demonic entity that even I, a witch, would be no match. Even if I use a forbidden spell, I am too old to return a sealed demon to its place. Having said this, I have to warn you, Your Highness.

The demon in the royal palace is a malevolent being. Harming it with weapons wouldn’t be enough. But from my observations, it saw the palace as its current abode. Please, try not to agitate it while I search for people who could help you resolve your dilemma.

Burn this paper. Its eyes and ears were everywhere.]

Quentin’s grip on the paper trembled as he crumpled it when he made a fist.

"Your Highness?"

"Get out of here," Quentin ordered as he propped his hands on the edge of the desk. "I want to be alone."

The knight lowered his head, and without a word, he left the chancery.

’A demon...’ Quentin ground his teeth, feeling his heart thud against his chest. ’What sort of monster did I take in the royal palace?’

Initially, Quentin thought Latrice was a malicious witch who put him under a vicious spell. But after reading this letter, his fear of making a witch his wife leaped to another level. Latrice was not only a witch, but she was actually a demon.

’How...’ his complexion turned pale. ’What am I going to do now?’

From the witch’s letter, she was telling him to be careful and not to agitate Latrice. Quentin knew what he had done to her in the past and hence, he was worried he didn’t need to do more to agitate that cursed being.

"Why did the witch turn back?"

Quentin’s shoulders stiffened when Latrice’s voice caressed his ears. Looking up, he watched her saunter to his desk.

"You found a very reliable witch," she said as she sat down on the desk, smiling. "Why didn’t you let her in? She could’ve killed me."

Latrice arched a brow as her eyes fell on the paper in his grip. "What is that?"

"It’s nothing."

"Can I see it?"

Quentin held his breath until his neck turned taut, torn whether he should show her the letter or not. The witch said not to anger her, and if he didn’t show the letter, she might get angry. But the effect would be the same if she read it.

"It’s alright," Latrice cajoled as she slowly reached for his arm to her lap. She slowly pulled his fingers one by one while saying, "Whatever that witch has to say, I’m sure she’s only thinking of your well-being."

Once she took the paper from him, she snapped her eyes up to hold his gaze. "I won’t hurt you... yet."

Latrice giggled as she happily straightened the paper, smiling as she read the content. After reading, she was careful to dangle it on top of the candlelight.

"Important information like this should be burned immediately, Your Highness," she said, watching the flame slowly engulf the paper. Before the flame could reach her fingers, she casually let it go.

Quentin kept a straight back and an unmoved reaction. "Latrice, you..."

"Me?" Latrice hopped out of the desk and coquettishly sat on his lap. "What about me, Your Highness?"

Her actions and touches made his entire body freeze even more. Having her do something like this was what he used to hope for. But now that she was doing it, he was only filled with dread.

She’s a demon. A monster. A cursed being that should cease to exist. Yet, she was beautiful — mesmerizing, especially up close.

"Yesterday, I heard a music playing." Latrice seductively traced his collar, fluttering her eyelashes to him. "I like the sound of it, Your Highness. Do you know what it’s called?"

"I don’t... I don’t know what you’re talking about."

"It sounds like this," she said and then started humming the tune. "It was a beautiful piece, and it made me feel like dancing."

Latrice carefully rested her head on his shoulder. "Do you like to dance?"

"No."

"Should we dance together?" she asked despite hearing his obvious refusal. "I saw them dancing too."

Quentin took a deep breath as this demon slithered around him like a snake. Despite his fear, he maintained his composure.

"Who did you see dancing?"

"The one who was dancing with that song," she answered quietly. "It’s a banquet somewhere in the capital. I was watching them."

"You went out of the palace?"

"I don’t need to go out of the palace to see them, silly." Latrice drew her head back and smiled at him. She cupped his face, nodding at him reassuringly. "Your Highness, don’t be scared of me. I won’t hurt you. If anything, I will stay by your side and help you."

Her eyelids drooped as she continued, "Do you want to become immortal?"

"What?"

"You won’t die even against a battalion of soldiers. You’d get to outlive everyone else — even the empire. You’d also be stronger than everyone else," she proposed with a smile. "And when I say stronger, it means strength beyond human comprehension."

Deep lines appeared between his brows, staring straight into her sinfully beautiful eyes. "And in return? I’m not foolish to believe you’re going to do this without getting anything in return."

"I want you... to make sure I stay." She leaned her face closer, brushing the tip of her nose against his. "What do you say, Your Highness?"

Quentin held his breath, not moving an inch as her warm breaths caressed his upper lip. He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth as he said, "I’ll think about it."

"Alright." She agreed without a problem before she seductively traced his jaw with the tip of her nose.

Quentin flinched as her lips touched his jaw, planting a soft kiss on it. She didn’t stop there as she continued tracing kisses on his jaw and neck. He gripped the end of the armrest tightly, trying his best not to feel aroused by her action.

She is a monster, was what he kept telling himself.

But alas, her scent, her hot touches, and her body were irresistibly arousing. She was spellbinding, and the more he resisted, the stronger his desire rose. In the end, he cupped her face and claimed her lips hungrily, carrying her by the waist and sitting her down on the desk.

Quentin was never the same ever since that night.