The Duchess and the Devil - Chapter 78.1

The next day, after a difficult night, all hell broke loose. Judith’s condition worsened every moment. Previously, the Duchess could eat sweet and sour fruits, but now she often gets sick in the morning after eating her favorite green grapes.

A tired face and bruises under the eyes: the illness was visible to everyone. Derrick suggested using magic to relieve the pain, but Judith refused. And all that the demon could do in this situation was to replenish the energy of his wife when she was sleeping. As the atmosphere changed significantly around the couple, everyone around them also noticed.

In the past, spouses never loved each other, ignored each other, and were even heartless. But this time, they exuded a shaky atmosphere that could collapse at any moment.

And since all the inhabitants of the house had already seen the Cold War, they did not want to return to that time again. It felt like the mansion had turned into an ice sculpture. There was only a booming ringing echo all around.

Judith’s baby was extremely demanding, taking all of her mother’s nutrients. Derrick’s heart broke every time he looked at her: her exhausted, thin body and pain in her stomach. Even when she lay still, her head felt dizzy, as if the bed was moving on its own. From time to time I had a sore throat and suffered from migraines.

The Duchess thought every time about such a fragile and trivial life inside her. And she was only worried about the child, and not about her well-being. Moreover, she did not know about Derrick’s witchcraft at night. In addition, the demon has been closely watching his wife lately. It was difficult to accept Derrick’s affection, which Judith had previously loved so much.

Of course, the Duchess now received all the affection that she did not receive from her husband. But she didn’t want to get used to this feeling at all, because sooner or later he would leave her. With these thoughts, Judith closed her eyes, day turned to night. The Duchess lifted her eyelids as Derrick’s hand caressed his forehead. The demon’s eyes were a mixture of purple and red because he was using magical power.

“Don’t do this,” she tried to remove her hand from her forehead, but the demon’s will was even harsher.

Unable to fight him, Judith calmly took his hand. The demon’s expression had now softened a little, and the Duchess only watched this, because one way or another she understood: Hannibal’s brainwashing magic had made her extremely unstable. And the fact that Derrick would leave soon unsettled him even more. Thinking about it felt like someone was driving a wooden stake into my chest. Judith did not feel anything like this, even when her husband was on the verge of death.

Perhaps this is precisely the love she has never experienced before. But then Judith did not understand why this love was so painful.

– Lying is normal.

“Then tell me you won’t leave,” Judith couldn’t understand why she was so obsessed with these words.

Most likely, the Duchess wanted to console herself with them, because she was mentally and physically exhausted: magic, pregnancy, the thought of the demon leaving. Judith felt her fingertips touch her forehead and tremble. It seemed that this time he would also remain silent, but Derrick suddenly said:

– I will not go. I won’t go, just don’t cry.

Only after hearing the demon’s words did Judith realize that she was crying. But it was not from illness, but only from pain in the heart. These days, the tear glands opened like a faucet, causing my eyes to hurt. Derrick carefully wiped the corners of his eyes, trying to calm his wife. Every time Judith cried, the demon was overwhelmed with emotion, he did not know what to do. Feeling like I was in a long maze with no way out.

The Duchess’s heart sank more and more. But in the end, she calmed down and fell asleep. The demon looked at the pale, tired face and could not come to terms with what was happening. Death was natural for a person, but the thought of Judith and her death made him feel horror that he had never felt before.

The demon did not move for a long time, simply looking at his sleeping wife. He was afraid of a new attack of pain. Eventually, Derrick slowly stood up and left the bedroom, trying not to make any noise. Lucas appeared in the darkness.

His hair was disheveled, and his face said only one thing – he was in a hurry.

– Found.

– What?

“A curse cast by hybrids,” he answered. “I found it in the abyss between the devilish and human worlds.”

– You are sure?

– Yes. Is your magic back?

Derrick looked at his palm and said:

– Almost.

A long-term relationship a few weeks ago not only gave Judith a child, but also perfectly restored the demon’s powers. Now he could fully utilize the magic flowing through his veins. And he no longer needed restoration.

“Then lift the curse and deal with the mongrel.”