The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 39

Leeora must have given her this to help her recover fast, but this human simply ignored her goodwill and didn’t drink it. This vitality potion is of the highest quality, probably something created by the Head of the Witches herself. This kind of potion would have helped the human strengthen the overall condition of her body, and an improved constitution would have boosted her body’s recovery.

Say, drinking Leeora’s elixir would become thrice as effective if taken together with a witch’s vitality potion. If she had consumed the entire bottle of vitality potion this morning, then as early as tomorrow, those burn scars and bruises on her face which made her look ugly would have completely disappeared.

‘Don’t women care the most about their looks?’

When the red-eyed man turned his back on her to fiddle on the medicine bottles, Ember felt herself able to relax a little. Her entire body was aching, her upper leg was tormenting her and her hands were stinging in raw pain, yet she could not pay any mind to them since this tall man with a wide and strong back made her feel threatened. In her small house, his large manly body looked even bigger to her.

When he turned and looked at her, she immediately lowered her gaze like a criminal caught red-handed.

“You didn’t drink this?” he asked, holding an exquisite potion bottle,

Ember took a peek at the item in his hand and shook her head.

“Nothing surprising as humans are nothing but brainless creatures,” he commented to which she didn’t react.

Draven looked at the medium-sized box on that table which opened on its own. An array of small metallic items, bandages, and thread were arranged inside it, along with other things.

It was one of the things the human physician left in the palace back when he treated the girl the night she arrived, and Erlos handed it to Leeora since no one in the palace would need to use those kinds of surgical tools. Seemed like Leeora had brought it here thinking it should be kept with the girl rather than with her.

Draven smirked as he picked up the tiny curved sewing needle and attached a long thread to it. “Since you seem to not like my people’s way of healing, then let’s try out this crude way of yours.”

He went towards her and returned to sitting on the spot at the other end of the bed. A small wooden stool shifted closer to the bed where he placed that medium-sized box on the top of it for ease of convenience.

Ember felt anxious seeing what was in his hand. The curved needle seemed to dangerously glint under the light as he put the thread on it.

When he held her injured thigh again, she noticed that the clean cloth was now stained red with her own blood. He untied the cloth he had wrapped around her wound and blood continued to trickle down her leg.

Her skirt, her leg warmer, her bedsheets, all of them were now stained with blood…

Draven held the torn part of her leg warmer in his hand and even before she could react, the piece of fabric covering her leg was torn to expose her naked leg under his eye.

‘What is he doing?!’

She wanted to pull her leg back but he was quick and held it tight at her ankle. Her ankle was already swollen as she had sprained it and didn’t dare move. It hurt but she stopped herself from making any whiny sounds or utter words of complaint.

Didn’t he threaten her that he would throw her out of his kingdom?

This man in front of her was not just cruel in his words but was also rough with his actions. It was as if he didn’t know how to be gentle at all.

“Stay still if you don’t want me to tie you up and then treat your wound,” he warned, referring to the punishment he gave her when she first escaped.