The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 14

Draven merely watched that figure in white cross distances in the dark like a little ghost. The palace grounds were quite large, especially the flatlands that bordered the forest where the elves resided. If she kept on going with her current speed, it would probably take her more than half an hour to reach the outer wall of the palace.

But how far could an injured human body run?

The figure in white gradually slowed down until she finally stopped upon reaching the garden structures that led to one of the many pavilions in the palace. It looked like she sat down on the ground, leaning against a pillar to hide, but from the fact that she was no longer moving, she probably decided to rest due to exhaustion. That meant his brief entertainment was over.

“Shall we go acquaint ourselves with her, Midnight?” he asked.

The large owl didn’t even let out a single hoot before it threw itself down the air, flying away without even bothering to answer his master’s question. Draven saw him swiftly approaching that female creature.

“A race with the Devil?”

He let out an amused scoff and disappeared from the spot where he was standing, blinking into existence just a few feet away from that human girl.

His pet? Midnight was yet to reach there.

Hoot!

Several seconds later, Midnight let out an unsatisfied call as he landed on one of the marble statues beside the human.

Startled, the human girl scooted away from the source of the sound, hiding behind the pillar out of instinct. After calming her breath, she took a peek at the white fluffy owl that was about the size of her arm. Though she appeared weak and tired, her body’s posture seemed to indicate that as soon as she sensed danger, she would try to squeeze out what’s left of her energy to run.

Her emerald green eyes that were filled with caution seemed to glitter in the darkness.

Unknown to her, there was a stronger, infinitely more dangerous presence standing mere paces behind her.

Draven looked down at the strange creature who was crouching behind the pillar. From what he could see, her long mahogany hair was a tangled mess behind her from running wildly, and the white dress she’s wearing was dirty and torn at the edges.