The Damned Demon - Chapter 807

807 Not That Past

The Nightshade Castle loomed behind them, its old, towering spires bathed in the devilish glow of the blood moon.

The cool night breeze barely carried away the weight of their worries as Silvia, Sabina, Merina, Seron, King Lakhur, and Princess Kayla stood waiting in tense silence.

Every second that passed gnawed at their nerves, their gazes flickering toward the dark sky, expectant, desperate.

Then—a shift in the air.

A presence descended from above, the gentle yet unnatural ripple of mana parting the winds.

Their eyes widened as the silhouette of Isola emerged, drifting down gracefully like a fallen star. She was back and looked healthy, reliving them of their worries...but only a for a second.

Their breath hitched the moment they noticed who she carried in her arms.

Rowena—unmoving, her crimson locks cascading over Isola's shoulder like a dark river of silk.

Her pale face looked peaceful, too peaceful. Too still.

The weight of dread gripped them.

Merina's eyes trembled despite her relief upon seeing that Isola was alright. She had said Rowena was fine earlier—but now?

Sabina was the first to break the silence.

"It's good to see you are no longer a step away from death, Isola. But what's wrong with her?" Her voice was sharp yet carried a hint of worry, "Merina said she was awake and looked alright earlier!"

The tension spiked as all eyes locked onto Isola.

Despite the pain clinging to her heart, her gaze remained steady—but the sorrow in those oceanic depths was impossible to hide.

"Don't worry," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, "She is fine. She's sleeping. She had to drain herself to save my life."

There was a beat of silence.

Then—

"What about the child?" Seron asked suddenly, his voice lined with unspoken fears.

At this, Isola nodded firmly.

"Safe as well."

A relieved sigh escaped Silvia as she murmured, "Thank the devils..."

Lakhur took a step forward, his regal composure unwavering.

"Good. What matters is both of you are alright. Let's talk later. She needs rest now," His tone left no room for argument. "Consort Isola, please take her inside. Kayla will show you the way."

Kayla offered a polite smile before motioning toward the castle, "Come, I'll guide you."

Isola nodded and followed without hesitation, Rowena still resting in her arms.

As they disappeared inside, Lakhur turned to the others. "We will talk later, but I will be around here in case something comes up," With a final nod, he strode off, his presence dissipating into the night.

As silence stretched between them, Seron let out a slow, heavy sigh before his gaze shifted to Merina.

"I told you to let me know the moment she woke up," he said, his voice strained, "Do you realize what could have happened? What you did could have cost us whatever is left of our future."

Merina's eyes lowered, guilt carving deep into her features as she bowed deeply, "Forgive me, Your Highness. I... I did not know what else to do. She insisted, and I couldn't bring myself to refuse her."

Before Seron could argue, Sabina stepped between them, her sharp glare pinning him in place.

"That's enough, Advisor Seron." Her voice was firm, unwavering. "You heard her. Not even you would have denied our queen's wishes, so leave it be."

A moment of tense silence.

Merina hesitated before glancing at Sabina's back, appreciation flickering in her eyes, though she felt Seron had the right to be angry at her. @@novelbin@@

Something terrible could have happened.

Seron clenched his jaw, "You...leave it," he started, then exhaled sharply, shaking his head before turning and walking away.

Sabina watched him go, her gaze narrowed.

"Something's off about him," she muttered. "He seems unusually...disturbed. I haven't seen him like this before. And I have yet to see Silvan." Her arms crossed as her frown deepened. "Could he be... dead?"

Merina placed a hand on Sabina's shoulder, "He might be struggling, just like the rest of us. Let's not dwell on it and go inside."

Sabina huffed but nodded. Together, they entered the castle.

-

Inside one of the castle's grand chambers, Sabina, Silvia, and Merina sat in quiet anticipation.

She stood up slowly, crossing her arms. "I forgot to mention it earlier, but your aura's intensity has multiplied. You...You are a peak Soul Devourer."

A pause.

"How?" Sabina demanded, "How did you get stronger all of a sudden?"

Isola lowered her gaze, her deep blue eyes reflecting a quiet sorrow, "Something similar to a deviar was still left in the place where my people and I used to live." She exhaled. "My mother and Rowena went down there to retrieve it and save my life."

A painful silence.

The weight of her words settled in.

Merina's face softened as she stepped forward, her warm fingers gently clasping Isola's cold hand.

"I am sorry about your mother..." Merina said, her voice laced with genuine sympathy, "She was a valiant and loving queen and mother."

Sabina's expression flickered with something gentler, her curiosity momentarily subdued.

Silvia, however, was too quiet.

Too many deaths. Too many losses. She couldn't find the voice to say anything at this moment.

Isola nodded faintly, offering Merina a small, grateful smile as she squeezed her hand.

But then—her expression changed.

Her soft gaze hardened into something more resolute.

"There's something I have to say to you all... something you three deserve to know about him."

The room tensed.

Sabina's eyes gleamed with suspicion.

"So," Sabina began, tilting her head. "Finally, you're willing to tell us this big secret about our husband?"

She crossed her arms tighter, her nails digging into her sleeves.

"Why?" Her voice carried an edge, "Why would you keep such an important thing from us? No... why would he do it?"

She exhaled sharply, eyes darkening. "I know you probably didn't tell us because he told you not to. So why the change of heart now?"

Merina bit her lip.

She still believed that her master had his reasons. He never did anything without careful thought. And yet, she couldn't deny her curiosity either.

Why had he left? Why was this the moment Isola decided to tell them?

Her daughter, Luna, had only told her that her master was safe and that the reason would be revealed to her soon. And so she had been patiently waiting.

Isola hesitated.

Then, with a heavy gaze, she said, "Because we both were worried that all of you might not look at him the same way once you learn about his past."

A thick silence.

The flickering candlelight barely moved as if the room itself was holding its breath.

Sabina, Silvia, and Merina all blinked in confusion as if trying to process what she just said.

"Why would we look at him any differently?" Sabina scoffed, raising an eyebrow.

She waved her hand dismissively. "When was that such a big secret? We already know his past. We obviously don't care that he was a soulless cripple. That doesn't even matter now."

Isola slowly shook her head.

"No... not that past."

The room grew colder.

Isola met their gazes, her eyes swimming with hesitation, regret... and truth.

"But a past before all that..."

And then—she told them.

She told them everything that mattered.

Oh finally they know...

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