The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 12

On most days, the Devil of Agartha was an idle king, but that didn’t mean he had no affairs to oversee. Whenever he was in his study, what awaited him was an endless pile of reports, not only from the leaders of the races under him but also from those beings secretly roaming the continent, who send news of the outside world to him from time to time.

It was late when Draven returned to his chamber.

On the way back, Erlos informed him, “Sire, I have handed over that jade pendant to Elder Leeora. She said that she will bring the human girl to her clan residence tomorrow, therefore I had that human girl continue staying in the guest room for the meantime.”

“Did I ask you?” came Draven’s bland response as he continued walking along the hallway with long strides.

Erlos wanted to roll his eyes, long used to his bad-tempered master. He was sure his master was interested in that human girl, otherwise, he wouldn’t go as far as waste precious magic to leave Agartha and cross such a distance. Sadly, his master was someone who was no good with words and couldn’t just thank him….

Erlos frowned as he tried to keep up with Draven’s long strides. After teleporting twice today, his body was drained of energy and his muscles ached. Normally, he would only be catching his breath while running behind his master, but after their adventure earlier, the elf was so exhausted he wanted to immediately retire to his own quarters.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t. As long as Draven was awake and moving about, it was Erlos’ job to blindly follow him everywhere.

“Sire, walk slowly, walk slowly! Why are you always in a rush? If you want, you can transfer the both of us towards…ahem… on another thought, I retract my statement. My body is already so exhausted another teleport will make me pass out—oh wait, this direction is wrong. Are we not heading to your sleeping chamber, Sire?”

Instead of replying to him, Draven took another turn, entering another hallway that led further to his own chamber. Erlos felt bewildered.

“S-sire, why are we going this way? Are you in the mood for a midnight stroll? The garden is on the other side.” Erlos could not help but whine, “Sire, you should get another companion for something like this and not trouble this poor, overworked servant of yours—”

“You should keep your legs working. I don’t want you to turn into a sloth,” Draven replied while continuing to walk with large strides. The pitiful young elf tried to match his pace as best as he could.

‘Sloth? Being your servant has made me the most active person ever on this entire continent.’

It took Erlos several seconds to realize that at the end of the familiar hallway was the guest room where that human girl was staying. The elf servant hid a grin, but his pointed ears twitched as his imagination soared.

Draven slowed down the more he neared that particular chamber, his expression pensive, looking as if he was trying but failing to focus his senses.

‘Why can’t I sense her presence, as if she is not in the palace at all?’

This was one of the reasons why he decided to keep that strange female creature, instead of throwing her into the human villages.

Since that female arrived at the palace, she was the only one whose presence Draven could not sense. From time to time, he would spread his power to sense each and every person’s presence and their activities inside the palace. Without even seeing them, he knew exactly their situation—all but this particular human girl who seemed not human at all.

Physical strength beyond what any human was capable of.

An ability to wield magic and use a shape-shifting spell. _{freewёbn૦νeɭ.com}

A strange state that allows her to escape his senses.

…and a power that could summon him.

Draven stopped in front of the door of the guest room and looked at it, but no matter what, he still could not sense her presence. He asked the servants present outside, “Is that creature inside?”