The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 3

“How is the human girl? Will she survive?” Erlos asked the human physician who was busy mixing some herbs on the table.

The poison master grumbled, “Shouldn’t I be the one asking you if I will survive if something bad happens to her?” He continued to pour the contents of the bottles in his satchel towards a mixing bowl. “Her body is not terribly charred but she seemed to be suffocated due to inhaling smoke for a long time and probably caused damage to her lungs. I do not know how effective my medicine will be on her. She is already fortunate to remain alive at this point. She will live though it will take time for her to heal.”

It took a long time for the two female servants to clean the human girl. Afterwards, the poison master started his treatment. The female servants kept going in and out of the room to bring the required things for the girl lying on the bed.

They made her wear a fresh pair of clothes and also changed the mattress cover on the bed which was stained with ash, mud and blood.

Once he was done, the poison master went towards the bored elf who was sitting on a chair with his back facing the bed. “It’s done. I already gave instructions to the maidservants on how to continue the treatment, as well as the list of ingredients for the herbal paste they need to use on her burns.”

The elf servant looked at the pale human covered in sweat and handed him a heavy silk pouch.

The man in white robes opened it and found it filled with silver coins. “Thank you so much, kind sir!”

Contrary to how he looked when he arrived, he left with a large grin on his face over his reward. ‘From now on, I am a physician!’

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The news of the King bringing a female with him had spread across the palace like a wildfire.

Meanwhile, Draven was staying in his study, passing time by perusing the stack of documents on the side of his desk. With his good hearing sense, he could clearly hear the gossip going around. He tried not to listen to anything but he was starting to feel annoyed.

“Erlos,” he called. His voice was so loud that even a dead-drunk man would wake up from his deep sleep.

Soon after, the long-eared servant entered the study. “Sire, what happened?”