The Duchess and the Devil - Chapter 91.2

Something strange happened again. No matter how much Judith looked around, she could not find a single surprised face. Only she had never heard this name. Was everyone around really under a spell? Goosebumps ran down her spine. She felt exactly the same way when the priest spoke about demons in the chapel, and also at the moment when she found a black envelope in the carriage.

– Judith, what’s wrong with you? Everything is fine?

The marquise hastily supported the girl who had just tripped.

— Does the Marquise also know this surname?

– Certainly. Is there anyone in the Empire who doesn’t know the Duke?

There was a feeling that everyone around was just putting on a big show. And now the Duchess did not understand: was it magic? Or has she just gone crazy?

Suddenly, a hand reached out to her and grabbed her by the collar, causing Judith to fall to the ground with a crash, dropping her glass. It was the Viscount with a distorted face. In his haggard eyes one could read rage and indescribable anger:

– How dare you come here?!

Since the Viscount lost his daughter, he has lost noticeably weight. It seemed that the man wanted to strangle Judith right now.

– What are you doing?! Stop it!

The marquise tried to stop him, but the middle-aged man was clearly stronger.

Judith’s thin body swayed like a leaf in the wind, making her stomach churn. For her, the Viscount’s frail touch was like a deadly poison. Suddenly the Duchess saw her brother running straight towards them. And when he gets here, there will only be more screaming and chaos. Now, more than ever, Judith regretted coming to the banquet and bit her lower lip.

And at that moment, when the Duchess was already desperate, the Viscount’s grip weakened and his cry was heard:

– A-ah-ah!

Vincent had already come running to them, immediately sitting down right next to his sister. But she, trying to focus her gaze, felt the cool air and the changed atmosphere in the banquet hall. Judith’s eyes slowly rose, and she covered her lips with her hand.

The first thing she saw was a straight jawline. Next came a hard mouth and a high bridge of the nose… And dark red eyes, reminiscent of blood. The moment their eyes met, Judith wanted to immediately get up from her seat and hug the one standing in front of her. Oddly enough, this day has come. Not knowing what to do, the Duchess just looked into the red eyes.