The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 142

After Leeora bid Ember goodbye, the elf slowly made her way down from the top floor of the southwest wing of the palace. She had initially planned to leave but changed her mind after thinking things through. They had yet to decide things about Ember’s training for her powers and decided to see Draven again.

When she asked the servants where the King was, they informed her she was in the garden next to his study.

She found Draven seemingly expecting her arrival.

“Greetings, Your Majesty.”

Draven looked at her. “How is she?”

When he had left her, his little mate was downcast, upset not only because of the balcony incident but also her nightmare. He expected that Leeora’s visit would drastically improve her mood.

“She is better now. When I visited, she was dispirited but…” She pointedly looked at him. “But the gift from Sire had made her cheerful again.”_.

Leeora studied his expression, wondering how he would react, but that handsome face showed the same cold expression as always. He merely hummed.

“That child is simple. Even the smallest things can make her happy so there is nothing much to worry about.”

Draven simply hummed again. Ember had a simple, even naive personality, but that also meant she’s reckless and gullible. He could not voice out that her charming naivety was what worried him the most. He didn’t know how to deal with it.

Draven decided to change the topic of conversation. “I will be appointing a tutor to teach her on how to use her powers. It is best that there be no repeat of this accident.”

Leeora nodded. “If you think about it, Sire, this accident came at a decent time. At least, it happened in a situation where Ember isn’t by herself, and no one has been harmed. We discovered that she can still use her powers despite that seal. Imagine if we had never known and she’s outside the palace.”

Draven felt her words were reasonable. “I knew it was bound to happen, but I was caught unaware because the weakening of the seal happened earlier than expected.”

“Please do not blame yourself,” she said. “Have you thought of an appropriate candidate to teach her?”

Draven shook his head.

“I believe it will be best if we appoint a Fire Fae to guide her,” Leeora suggested. “The fire-attributed elves are mostly warriors, craftsmen or blacksmiths, while those of the shapeshifters rely purely on bloodline talent. Since we’re looking for the best candidate, the fairies are no doubt the experts on elemental magic. It will be better to discuss this with the Queen of the Fae.”

Draven thought it was a good suggestion and decided to arrange this later with his aides. He couldn’t help but sigh in disbelief, reminded that his mate asked that annoying eagle to teach her magic, of all people to ask.

After a while, he said something which he had yet to tell Leeora. “She had a nightmare earlier.”

Leeora glanced at the King when she heard his serious tone. Seeing how troubled he looked, Leeora understood it must not be any ordinary nightmare.

“Is it related to the balcony incident?” Leeora asked.