The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 11

When Draven entered the council hall, he found that all the council members were present and simply waiting for his arrival. The various leaders and elders that represented the different territories of the kingdom were seated inside the solemn hall made out of carved stone, making idle chatter with each other or their subordinates.

If an ordinary human were to see the sight, they would be stunned with eyes bulging in disbelief, as each and every person inside the council hall were creatures that they thought were figures of folktales and legends. There were beautiful elegant elves, tiny winged faeries, shapeshifters in their animal forms and females who looked like humans in ancient clothing on the surface but were in fact witches.

As the Draven entered the council hall, the fourteen council members all rose from their seats to greet him.

The eleven High Elders of each elf clan, the Queen of the Fae, the Head of the Witches, the Chief of the Shapeshifters and the Devil.

These fifteen existences composed the highest governing body of Agartha.

Draven sat on the throne at the forefront of the hall and only then did the others sat down in their respective chairs. Leeora, the Head Elder and representative of the Wood Elf Clan, were among them.

“How are the races and clans faring for the past month?” Draven asked straight to the point with a nonchalant face.

Although Agartha was called a kingdom, it was in fact more a blessed land that Draven protected, a haven for the supernatural creatures that could not coexist with the humans of the continent. There was little sense of formality and he didn’t generally care about how each race governed themselves. In fact, he mostly found the council meeting that happens once a month redundant since he felt that each clan elder or leader of the race didn’t really need him to fix their individual issues.

“Your Majesty is as impatient as usual,” one of the council members chuckled.

It was a male elf with long bushy white hair, his pointed ears somewhat longer than average, wearing a long white robe that was open in front yet its hems touched the floor. He was Halifax, the High Elder of the Moon Elf Clan and acting figurehead of the elf race. He was the oldest living existence amongst his kind, even much older than Leeora, the High Elder of the Wood Elf Clan.

In general, the inhabitants of Agartha belonged to five major races—the elves, the witches, the faeries, the shapeshifters and the humans—each of them having their own territories that were self-governing and self-sustaining.

Out of five territories, the elf race was the largest one with eleven clans, each of them with a representative within the council. As elves were the most dominant race in terms of population, their territory spanned almost half of the kingdom, including the royal palace where the King resides, while the other magical races occupied the rest of the kingdom, dividing it equally among themselves.

As for humans?

Those pitiful humans who were refugees lucky enough to stumble upon the hidden Kingdom of Agartha were welcomed to stay, but they were confined to the villages at the border of the kingdom, generally not mingling with the other races. Though some of them were bad seeds, many of them were war orphans or victims of crimes, thus the magical races pitied them. It was out of pure kindness of the heart that they were allowed to stay.

However, they were treated like stray cats and not actual people of the kingdom, thus, although they occupy a territory, there were no human representatives in the council meeting. As the remaining minority, humans were as good as non-existent in the eyes of the other races.

Halifax spoke up, “Your Majesty, we have heard that you brought a female human to the palace.”

Draven simply nodded as he knew what would come next.

Seeing the King not bothered by these questions, everyone exchanged gazes.

Halifax continued, “Your Majesty, you must have your own considerations, but for more than a century, we have been following this rule that no human is allowed in the territories of our races. Humans are only allowed to stay at the human villages at the borders of the kingdom. May we know the reason for Your Majesty to break this rule?”

Draven remained silent, sitting calmly in his throne with his red eyes only observing the members of the council.

“Indeed, Your Majesty, we all wish to know the reason,” a graceful lady representing the witches said as she stood up and lowered her head in front of the King.