The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 35

In the middle of the night, Draven found himself rousing from sleep due to the heavy sound of flapping wings. Landing on his window sill was his snowy white owl, Midnight, who let out a hoot upon seeing his master in bed.

Draven turned his red eyes to look at his pet. Realizing his master was awake, it let out another hoot.

The King understood his message.

“Again?” Draven frowned and got out of bed.

He went towards the window and asked, “Where?”

The owl hooted in response, and his master looked out the window, as if able to see something from a distance. Draven was about to disappear from his chamber but he found himself pausing in his tracks. The pitiful face of his servant flashed in his mind.

He was reminded of Erlos’ pitiful expression back when he saw muddy footprints on the floor he had been keeping immaculately clean day in and day out. If Draven were to venture out barefoot again like this…

Draven sighed and the pair of boots kept on one side in his chamber moved on their own towards his feet. Only after putting them on did the man in his long dark robe disappear from his chamber. His pet, Midnight, flew away from the palace to follow in his master’s wake.

He soon reappeared in the middle of the Ronan, where he passed by the human girl’s empty house. He already heard from Midnight that she was not there and didn’t bother to check. Instead, he leaped towards the top of the nearby tree, the highest tree in the city, trying to catch sight of her small figure.

However, it wasn’t easy to locate her in a forest dense with thick trees, unlike back when she tried to escape through the open palace grounds.

‘She cannot go very far with that body.’

Every once in a while, Draven changed trees, flashing from one to another.

Just then, Midnight, who was flying around the city to help let out a calling sound that only Draven understood.

Draven disappeared from the middle of the city, only to reappear at its outskirts. He was on the cliff where the city of the Wood Elves ended. Under the ancient tree with fruits like lanterns, he saw a frail body in a dress too long for her small body sitting at the edge of the cliff.

It was the human girl he named Ember.

She was hugging her knees, her face in a daze. Her emerald eyes seemed to be staring at the bright moon amidst the starry sky.

Draven stayed at a distance and simply observed her, not willing to disturb her. She looked lonely and lost as if she had nothing left in this world. Those thin shoulders and that frail back of hers look somewhat lonely, and though there were no tears streaming down her face, it was as if she was crying inside.

He simply stood at a distance, accompanying her in silence.

After a while, Midnight circled above the cliff and perched on the tree branch that was closest to where Draven was standing.