The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 139

As per the King’s order, Leeora was summoned to the palace. Although the elderly elf didn’t know what had happened, since the King had suddenly asked for her presence without telling her the reason, worry filled her mind. She guessed that it must be something related to Ember, or else, the King would not have asked for her to come at once.

Meanwhile, Draven left Ember to her servants after she had calmed down, asking Yula to pay special attention to her well-being before heading to his study. Staying by her side was not good for him as his self-control wasn’t strong enough to withstand prolonged exposure to her and her scent.

When Leeora arrived in the palace, she was escorted by Erlos to his master’s study. She greeted the King who was solemnly sitting in his chair, his face showing traces of exhaustion, looking like many things were going on in his mind. It was a rare sight to see. Draven always acted cold, his handsome face never giving out a hint of what goes in his mind, but today, his expressionless mask had cracked.

As usual, the elegant elf bowed to him in courtesy. “Leeora of the Wood Elf Clan greets King Draven, the ruler of Agartha.”

Draven wordlessly looked at her and gestured to her to have a seat.

“Is everything alright, Sire?” Leeora asked, feeling worried after some time had passed yet the King remained quiet. “Am I correct to say the reason I’m called is because of Ember?”_.

Draven gave a terse nod as he explained the incident from the balcony to Leeora.

She was obviously shocked to hear it. “How did that happen? Why did she suddenly try this on her own?”

“That we will know once that eagle arrives,” Draven commented, and the next moment, his powers felt a familiar presence approaching. The frown lines on his forehead deepened. “He is here.”

Just as he said it, Morpheus barged inside Draven’s study from its door without letting Erlos announce his arrival.

Erlos scowled at the newcomer. “So disrespectful!”

Morpheus stopped and turned to look at Erlos who was standing by the door of the study with crossed arms. “Hey, kid, your master’s hearing sense is faster than you. Why don’t you run along now and bring in refreshing drinks and snacks for your master’s important guests?”

“Whatever!” Erlos rolled his eyes and was about to close the door behind him, only to stop as if he recalled something. He pointedly looked at Morpheus and Draven. “This kid won’t be cleaning your mess so you better act like adults. Hmph, I don’t even get any day off or rewards…” he muttered, his words directed towards Draven for not giving him a day off when the other male servants got it. “…if I see any mess, I will leave this palace, never to return again…”

His muttered words and the way he stormed off shocked not only Draven, but also Morpheus and Leeora as well. For the two guests, as frequent visitors of the palace, they were quite familiar with the young elf’s temper. Did the King somehow wrong his servant?

“What happened to this child?” Leeora was stunned, still staring at the door even after Erlos was gone.

Morpheus smiled teasingly and shrugged. “Rest assured, Leeora. It’s probably just puberty hitting him hard.”