The Duchess and the Devil - Chapter 70.1

— Helen’s upbringing still plays in you.

Helen took care of the children for some time after the death of their parents. And until now she remained faithful to Vincent. That is why he respected and loved the woman with all his heart.

“I shouldn’t get married right after the tragedy, right?”

In fact, Vincent, even if Hannibal was inside him now, would always remain Judith’s brother. After the death of his parents, only he always remained close and supported. And only next to him one could feel family warmth for a long time. The only one for whom I wanted to live and for whom Judith could do a lot.

This person was precisely the elder brother.

– You are right.

“Is the Duke all right now?”

The calm atmosphere instantly burst at the seams. As expected, Vincent showed an unpredictable interest in Derrick today. The Duchess clasped her hands and jabbered so that her brother would not have time to say anything more:

– Yes, everything is great. Then I’ll go… Derrick is already waiting. I hope you have a good result.

With these words, she flew out of her brother’s tent and followed to her own. The young men, dressed in banquet clothes, bustled about as if this was not a hunting competition, but a ball. Judith’s gaze slid slowly between them.

Here and there noble ladies stood with scarves in their hands. Their faces were red and embarrassed. Judith understood perfectly well what they were experiencing now – falling in love. The girls pressed their scarves directly to their chests, preparing to give the gift to the object of their desire. Suddenly, the Duchess imagined her face at that moment.

– Did I look the same?

Judith never loved anyone, but she saw how her deceased husband mischievously played with the hearts of women. Emotions were just new fun for him, not something more. This was how Derrick’s slutty side came out. Now the Duchess was thinking – how do rejected women feel? After all, this is an extremely difficult and terrible feeling.

After a while, Judith approached the tent with Derrick, but the knights looked as if they should not have let the Duchess in.

– Who’s there?

– Well… Is this… Lady? – he answered mysteriously, but the entrance to the tent suddenly opened and someone, like a tornado, quickly ran out.

Judith, who was standing right near the entrance, came face to face with this man. The girls simultaneously fell to the ground from the collision. The Knights hesitated, because they could not touch the aristocratic Ladies without their permission, so they did not know at all how to help at that second.

Hitting her back, the Duchess groaned and opened her eyes, which gradually widened when she noticed dark hair.

– Madam, are you okay?

The entrance to the tent instantly became noisy.

– Why are you standing there? – one of the Lords commanded, causing the knights to instantly fly up to the girls and begin to lift them.

Sylvia pushed Judith with great force. Brown hair fluttered back and forth in the wind. The Duchess, finally focusing her vision, noticed that the girl’s face was extremely dirty, like a sand castle that had been washed away by water. Tears dripping from her eyes fell onto the back of Judith’s hand.

– What’s going on here? – Derrick came out of the tent and frowned when he saw his wife falling to the ground.

He walked up quickly and picked her up with one hand. The demon did this extremely softly and tenderly, unlike the knights who raised Sylvia. Derrick didn’t even disdain to brush off the sand from Judith’s dress, asking:

-Didn’t you hit yourself?