The Devil's Son and His Fated Bride
Chapter 179: A host body for a witch saint.

Chapter 179: A host body for a witch saint.

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"No one has found the body, then," Ren murmured to herself, her voice barely rising to a whisper. "Or someone made sure he’d survive."

The puzzle pieces were aligned with this mystery, too perfectly. Yet the sorcerers hadn’t moved to ignite another war. Was it a weakness? No, not likely. If Ren had to choose, she’d wager on the second possibility: hidden hands, manipulating each thread from the shadows. Victor could be another pawn.

"Are the witches trying to bring back Nimoieth?"

The question burst from Ren’s lips before she could stop it, slicing through the silence like a knife.

"Yes," Agara responded, his voice calm, but his eyes clouded with something darker. "But they need a host. A strong body that can hold her power without burning alive. She may have lost her flesh, but her spirit... her spirit remains untouched."

A cold twist coiled in Ren’s gut.

"What kind of host?" Kai’s voice cracked like dry wood, low and rough with fury. Each word scraped from his throat as if it cost him pain to speak. He knew the answer.

"We kept asking why Luther wanted Reneira," Agara declared softly. "Now we have our answer. My father ordered us to dismantle Lutherieth’s army, and help humans, and the King of Alvonia must name a new heir to the Ruby Throne. That’s why King Benkin didn’t object when you suggested Gloria."

Agara’s voice carried the weight of a truth not too long hidden. King Benkin hadn’t been allowed to speak of this deal himself, but Agara could.

A heavy pain sank into Ren’s chest. King Benkin, steadfast, and loyal to his people as always, was being quietly betrayed by his nobles. The very royal houses he’d fought beside now plotted to steal the throne, using the victory that might never come over the vampires as their excuse. It was cruel. And it must be crushing him.

Ren’s thoughts churned with sorrow for the king... but Kai’s mind was elsewhere.

His focus was locked on something alarming. Nimoieth’s host body.

"Agara," Kai began, his voice colored with a bitter edge, "do you remember the performance Lutherieth staged in that Oak Village? He ordered Victor to kill the bride."

"How could I forget?" Agara muttered, his eyes narrowing. "But why did you send the girl away? You could’ve used her to stab Luther where it hurt."

Ren cleared her throat, cutting in sharply. "I’m right here. And no one is going to use the girl to stab anyone. My husband made the right call not trusting a stranger. What if she wanted to stab Kai?"

Kai turned away and walked toward the window. He leaned forward, catching Ren’s eyes in the glass’s reflection.

"I don’t feel right," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "What if Luther plans to sacrifice you to bring Nimoieth back? Doesn’t it all feel too... coincidental?"

Ren exhaled slowly. "No one knows I have three shades of magic."

Kai shook his head, persistent. "Maybe not. But what if he chose you anyway? I need you to think carefully, while you were in Zillgaira, did you ever buy herbs from a stranger? Ever... bleed?"

Ren searched her memories, sifting through the months like turning pages in a book. Then she shook her head. "We were always careful. The only time I bled was when Araben and her mother were involved. If she stole my blood then... I’d never know."

Kai’s jaw tightened. Then he pulled her into his arms, fierce and trembling. "I’m sorry, love. I didn’t mean to hurt you."

"It’s fine," she whispered, wrapping her arms around him. "I’m not sad."

But the words rang hollow.

"All right, lovebirds! I’m leaving. This conversation’s gone soft," Agara grumbled, striding toward the door.

"Keep an eye on your outcast witch," he added with a pointed look. "She might lead us to something useful about the sorcerers."

With a casual wave, Agara disappeared through the doorway.

Ren turned toward her husband, only to be caught in a sudden, fierce kiss.

Kai’s lips crashed against hers, hot and urgent. When he finally pulled back, breathless, a devilish grin tugged at his mouth.

"You look stunning when you’re jealous."

"I’m not jealous," Ren muttered, but her cheeks betrayed her.

Kai’s smirk deepened. He hadn’t expected her to admit it anyway.

"I saw the way Araben looked at my uncle," she said, voice low. "When she stares at a man like that... nothing good follows."

Kai tilted his head, intrigued. "What do you mean?"

"I mean she’s aiming higher now," Ren said flatly. "She wants a Fae prince. She’s thinking of becoming the Queen of the Fae."

Kai burst into laughter, it was so sharp and sudden.

"Hey, husband! Don’t laugh."

But Kai couldn’t help it. The idea of Araben becoming the Queen of the Fae? Ridiculous. He imagined her lunging at King Xakiel with a dagger tucked into a royal gown.

"Let her dream," he finally said, breath hitching between chuckles. "Dark dreams make the best traps. They crush from the inside out. That dream will make her fall with head."

"So, you think I shouldn’t worry?" Ren asked, arching a brow.

He shook his head. "She’ll be disgraced soon enough. No one is going to accept her. Not in the Fae realm."

Down the corridor on the first floor, Agara caught sight of Josa and offered her a warm smile. The girl was strikingly beautiful, and her story, he’d heard, was heavy with sadness.

"Where’s Princess Araben?" he asked gently, hoping to ease into a conversation.

Josa’s face became a shade paler, recalling the reason Araben sold her to that brothel, talking to a noble without her permission, "She’s in her chambers, resting, Your Highness." Her eyes dropped, fixed on the floor.

Agara was taken aback by her shyness. A girl like this... endured in a brothel? Something didn’t match. As he drew closer, a familiar scent clung to the air. He raised a brow. Perfumed skin, soft oils, clearly a courtesan’s touch. Poor girl! But she wasn’t nasty, her aura wasn’t dark.

Her cheeks flushed pink under his gaze. That wicked Araben, what had she done to a girl like this? If her jealousy could ruin someone like this, what would she do for power?

"Shall we walk and speak of her for a moment?" he asked, his voice kind but curious.

Josa hesitated, glancing around with nervous eyes. She’d come here with a mission, to seduce the prince, not his cousin. If Araben caught a glimpse of this, Josa was done.

"Please forgive me, I have things to do," Josa said quickly, her voice tight with fear.

Without waiting for a response, she turned and hurried away, vanishing from Agara’s sight.

He simply smiled, watching her go.

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