The Duchess and the Devil - Chapter 73.2

With that thought, Judith took the spoon forcefully. Derrick’s eyes looked at her continuously, observing and controlling every action. He really wanted to take this food and finally feed his wife on his own, but the demon held on with all his might.

A week has passed since the day of the hunt. In such a short period of time, Judith has lost noticeably weight. And although the doctors said there was nothing wrong with this, it didn’t seem normal to Derrick. The always thin Duchess now looked so fragile that she could be broken with just one touch. The already white one now seemed too pale and dull.

The symptoms that Judith was now experiencing were indeed similar to Derrick’s curse, causing the Duchess to tremble with memories every night. All the methods that the demon tried to get rid of the symptoms were unsuccessful. The necklace that had been made was now again adorning the neck, but it could not protect the body from the magic that had already penetrated the body.

– Judith.

Small and thin shoulders trembled when they heard their name. Over the past week, the Duchess has reacted strangely to every touch and every word spoken in her direction. Her eyes seemed cruel, like those of a wild animal.

— Did you meet them at the competitions? Derrick recalled.

In fact, Judith touched both: Vincent when she handed over the handkerchief; Sylvia as she ran out of the Duke’s tent. Derrick was not as familiar with mind magic as Hannibal. Therefore, I could not say anything one hundred percent. And yet, he knew why the curse could appear.

– Yes.

“Then tell me about each of them.”

Judith, stuttering, began to remember the events, not finding anything strange in them. The touches in both cases were fleeting. The Duchess described everything she remembered in as much detail as possible, trying not to lose sight of a single detail.

— When you saw your brother, was there anyone nearby?

“No,” Judith understood perfectly why Derrick was asking all this.

The more the Duchess spoke, the more her appetite dropped. This was due to negative thoughts, chills and a constant, nasty rumbling in my stomach. Panic froze in my heart. And Judith didn’t want to suppress her anymore. When the maid entered the bedroom, the Duchess ordered the food tray to be removed and fruit to be brought.

– Then that woman?

Now the conversation has turned to the second candidate for the role of Hannibal.

“There were a lot of people around, but our bodies definitely touched.”

The situations, in fact, were radically different from each other: Vincent secretly met with Judith, and Sylvia was in full view of all the knights. And now it was necessary to find a connection between what had happened and the Duchess’s condition.

Although it was logical to think that Vincent was to blame, the curse was not so simple. And so what happened could be as unpredictable as Judith’s health is now. There is no one hundred percent probability. And even if the Duchess fell into a trap, this demonic trick was perfectly calculated and thought out in advance.

Derrick was about to say something when there was a knock on the door. Thinking it was just a maid, Judith let her in:

– Come in.

– Master, a guest has arrived.

– Guest?

– Yes. The Marquis Dyer has arrived.