The Devil's Disciple

Chapter 4: The First Time His Master Has Ever Rung The Bell

Chapter 4

She finally said it. Will he agree?

"Hmm. Master? What kind of master?" Duke Castiel contemplated.

In this world, there are many different kinds of masters.

There's the master-servant relationship. There's the master-mistress relationship. There's the master-disciple relationship.

Interesting. Which one could she be talking about? Her aura is too noble to be suppressed to become a servant. She's only a young child. So, what could she know about becoming a mistress? He wouldn't want her like that either. Her body is way too underdeveloped for him. There is only one possibility left.

"What I meant was, can I be your disciple?" she asked, clarifying her question.

Duke Castiel had met many brave women. Those women would be audacious enough to throw themselves at him for "love". He had never met any female, though, who threw herself at him for anything, but marriage or money.

"Usually in a deal, both sides will benefit. What benefit will you give me?" he questioned in a bored voice.

If Duke Castiel had thought to throw Ildra off guard with this question, he was sorely wrong. She had already come prepared with an answer.

"I can guarantee the coexistence of devils and humans in Illyria."

He immediately picked up the small bell on his desk and rung it. Ildra's answer had not failed his expectations. At the same time, she had also confirmed his conjecture. The girl standing in front of him is not a simple noble lady, but the only princess of Illyria.

Constantine's eyes shot open when he heard the bell. A confirmation?

A nervous Wendy was also waiting behind the door. When she heard a shrill sound, she worried even more about the princess. Is the Duke going to kick the princess out now just like that previous glamorous lady?

Constantine briskly walked out of the kitchen. This is the first time his master has ever rung the bell. The kitchen maids' surprised eyes followed him out. This human child seems to be becoming more and more interesting.

Wendy paced back and forth in front of the door, her head filled with a thousand scenarios, all of them ending with Duke Castiel kicking the princess out. Her heart started beating at hyper speed when she saw Constantine walking into the room.

"Please follow me, Honored Guest," Constantine bowed.

Ildra was unsure of what to do. Deep inside, she hoped that the real Duke Castiel matched the Duke Castiel in the stories. If by following Constantine, she was consenting to her death, then wouldn't Duke Castiel be the same as that person?

Right now, she couldn't do anything else but follow Constantine. She had to trust that Duke Castiel wasn't the same as that person.

Even now, she could still hear that person's voice. She could still feel the rush of anxiety that that horrendous secret gave her.

Ildra shook her head, trying to erase that memory. She wasn't there anymore. She's here in Duke Castiel's mansion. Suddenly, her feet gave out from underneath her. Just as her knees were about to hit the cold ground, a strong arm wrapped around her waist, keeping her up. She could barely look up in surprise as she suddenly felt the exhaustion from the past few days hit her.

As a result, her entire body slumped into Duke Castiel's arms. For some reason, his scent of ink and parchment comforted and calmed her. She could feel Duke Castiel standing up, forcing her up with him. Duke Castiel furrowed his eyebrows at her.

Why did she collapse all of a sudden?

"Thank you," her voice came out really weak.

Now, everything is confirmed. For now, she has no more doubts. Duke Castiel must be the same as the one in the stories. She must believe this.

"What's wrong with you?"

What's wrong with her? She doesn't quite know.

A wave of dizziness hit her. Duke Castiel's noble face started to get blurry. She desperately tried to keep her eyes open. Before she knew it, she was enclosed in darkness.

"Princess!" Wendy shouted, her eyes going red.

Wendy desperately tried to reach out to her mistress. However, an arm pulled her back as she flailed about. She turned her face only to be met with Constantine's solemn visage.

"Calm down, you're mistress will be fine. She just needs space," Constantine reassured.

Wendy closed her eyes, calming herself down. She slowly, but surely stilled in his arms.

"Constantine, immediately call the doctor," Duke Castiel ordered.

"Of course, my lord."

Duke Castiel had simply rung a bell, and then she fainted. He never once thought that this girl was that weak. Perhaps, this was the reason she sought him out.

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