The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 177

Ember opened the bundle made of hide and found exotic-looking red fruits wrapped inside. The red fruits were in the shape of a flame as big as her fist and their skin was covered in scales that looked like flickering fire. She held one in her palm and observed it.

“It is called Dragon Fire fruit,” she heard Morpheus say.

She could not help but be awed at how fitting the name was. “No wonder it looks like a flame.”

“It will help you keep warm,” he commented.

“Thank you.” Ember then wondered how to eat this fruit. ‘How do I start eating this? Do I bite it or do I need to peel it first? But its skin looks hard.’

As if Morpheus understood her concern, he sighed and sat next to her. “Give it to me.”

She passed one fruit to him and watched him peel its skin. He started by pulling those scale-like skin and the peel of the fruit started to come off.

“It looks so easy,” she said happily and picked another fruit from the bundle to try it but stopped when she heard Morpheus speak.

“Leave it to me. You can just eat it,” he said and passed that already peeled fruit to her.

She offered him a grateful smile as she immediately accepted it. “Thank you. You are like my nanny.”

He glared. “Who’s like your nanny?”

Ember gave him a cheeky smile. “My nanny used to do this for me.”

“No wonder you are so spoiled,” he commented and started to peel another fruit.

“I’m not spoiled!” With her lips pressed in a thin line, it was now her turn to glare at him. “Do you know how hard it was to live on that mountain? Sometimes, we can’t even get fresh fruits so we have to settle for whatever we can find. For having fruits peeled for me, you call me–“

He stuffed the peeled fruit in his hand into her mouth to shut her up.

“Mmphf!” She chewed angrily before her expression turned curious. She thought the exotic-looking fruit would have a strange taste, but it was a juicy pulp similar to a watermelon. It’s cool on the tongue but warm after swallowing. “Oh, it’s surprisingly sweet?”

Morpheus then flicked his finger on her forehead.

“Ahh…It hurts…”

“Eat more and talk less. We have to leave soon,” he said, not minding her complaints.

“I don’t even want to stay with you any longer,” she mumbled, still a little annoyed, but she found herself liking the taste of the Dragon Fire Fruit. She continued to eat the fruits that Morpheus was peeling.

“Look at you whining despite taking advantage of my kindness,” he countered her angry mumbling. “You are eating the fruits that I brought and peeled for you without even leaving some for me.”