The Duchess and the Devil - Chapter 89.1
It seemed like a complete misunderstanding, because this simply could not happen. The priest said something about the devil. The spring wind seemed to burst into the building. And the only thought in her head was that the demon was again trying to drive her to despair. But who was it? Derrick? Or Lucas, who felt sorry for the stupid girl who couldn’t forget the commander? Or… Hannibal?
– Are you okay?
“I just felt dizzy,” Judith said.
She clearly heard every word of the priest and could swear that he said “devil.” At that moment, the door of a small chapel creaked open from behind:
– Lady, what’s going on?
After the promised fifteen minutes, the knight entered.
The man found Judith sitting and ran up to her, immediately picking her up from the ground, after which he pulled out a straight silver sword and aimed it at the priest.
-What did you do with Lady?
“No, no, it’s all right,” the Duchess said hastily, holding her forehead with her hand, which was throbbing with pain.
Only after this the knight sheathed the sword again.
“I’m really sorry, I just don’t feel well.”
The priest who was suddenly pointed with a sword must have been extremely surprised, so Judith decided to immediately apologize. The man blinked and smiled softly, as if everything was in order.
As the Duchess left the small chapel despondently, she looked back again and again at the Bible verse the priest had pointed out. She tried to figure out what he meant.
“Are you really okay, Lady?” If he behaved disrespectfully…
– No, everything is really good. This happened because my legs lost strength for a moment.
Judith looked up at the huge temple building. The exterior, painted white, was very clean, but perhaps that was why it gave off an eerie aura. The chills that had seized her during her conversation with the priest intensified. The Duchess got into the van, saying to go back to the mansion, and suddenly shuddered. There was a square letter on the seat.
Judith hurriedly opened the window, and the knight on horseback looked at her in surprise.
“When we left the carriage, there was no one here—in the carriage?”
The knight quickly clarified this with the guards.
– There was no one. But why do you ask? Any problems?
– There is nothing.
Judith closed the window, lowered the curtains and looked again at the letter in her hand. This day became stranger and stranger, as did the moment of Derrick’s resurrection. Her heart beat strangely, unable to calm down. Judith swallowed her saliva as she looked at the red roses embroidered on the black background.
The hand that opened the envelope trembled slightly. Only the date and time were written inside: seven o’clock in the evening in a week. It looked like an invitation to a banquet. Judith eagerly searched for traces of the sender, but found nothing else. She soon concluded that she didn’t even know where to come: to the temple chapel? But it closes at five o’clock in the evening, so there was no way she could get there at seven.
And if you don’t mean a temple, then what? Judith thought it was just someone’s joke, but she couldn’t come to terms with all the weirdness. What happened today looked extremely suspicious. Sitting with a secret invitation in her hands, the Duchess arrived at the mansion.