The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 4

A few minutes after closing his eyes, a familiar crying voice once again rang in his ears.

“We will meet again…Wait for me…”

Draven jerked from his seat. He felt as if that woman was whispering beside him, but the moment he opened his eyes, expecting to see her, the spot on his side was empty. Inside that quiet study room, there was no one but him.

Collecting himself from the influence of that dream, he stood up and called for his servant. “Erlos!”

The door swung open, but only enough for a head with silver hair to peek in. Mischief could be seen in its owner’s eyes. “Yes, sire? You called?”

Draven gave him a flat stare, saying nothing. The young elf slowly blinked, and then entered the chamber with a wide grin on his face. “Ahem. Your orders, sire?”

Sometimes, Draven wondered what loose screws allowed him to accept such an unruly servant. If it weren’t for the fact that Erlos was his most capable subordinate, he would have long thrown him out of the palace.

“Why are you smiling?” Draven asked in his usual cold tone which never seemed to carry any kind of emotion.

He stopped smiling immediately, “It’s nothing sire. I hope you had a nice rest.”

“I could have rested properly if you had stopped your useless chattering with the other servants.”

‘Serving a boring man like you is already tough. Is it wrong to find my own entertainment?’ he thought and saw Draven glaring at him with those fiery red eyes as if he could guess what was going on in his mind.

“Apologies, Sire,” he immediately bowed.

Draven knew that the young elf could talk nonstop if given the chance, so he interrupted him. “Inform Leeora to meet me in the morning.”

“Yes, Sire,” Erlos left.

Not long after Erlos left to execute the order given to him, Draven also went out of his study, intending to return to his own bed-chamber. There were no servants within the hallways and there was no one standing guard outside his bedchamber to open the door for him.

Draven’s stride remained unaffected. With just a gaze, the door of his bedchamber opened on its own. However, he paused mid-step when he saw something that irritated him.

“Erlos!”

Elros’s sensitive ears caught the loud call even though he was already several hallways away. He was panting by the time he ran back towards the frowning king. “W-What happened, sire?”

“What is that creature still doing in my bed?” Displeasure and annoyance were clear in Draven’s red eyes.