The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 41

Leeora rarely lost her composure, but this time, she was truly angry.

She returned home in a hurry to get one of the remaining elixirs she had in hand. Though they weren’t as rare as the potion made by the Head of the Witches, they were still a product of her effort, a precious medicine made of carefully nurtured herbs she processed with her powers. She had given many of them to Erlos and Ember, and she also gave one to the wife of the herbalist yesterday, so she only had three remaining bottles in her chest. _{free𝑤ebnovel.com}

Leeora took one bottle with a sigh before heading back to the other house. In her unconscious condition, Leeora somehow fed Ember the elixir she made, hoping it would somehow ease the obvious pain this weak human was feeling. After that, the High Elder tended to her wounds.

After treating her wounds, Ember’s body was once again covered in bandages from below the head. Her neck, her arms, her hands, legs, ankle…

It looked pitiful, yet somewhat funny.

Leeora looked at the bandage on Ember’s thigh. Though she didn’t know if it was Ember herself who treated her own injury, Leeora thought it was safer to personally check if it was treated right. She unwrapped the bandage and washed off the herbal paste that had dried over the wound.

“Stitches?”

A well-stitched wound came into sight, and it surprised her. The cut was longer than a handspan, and scarring had formed, yet the way it was stitched was extremely skilled, almost as skilled as hers.

Leeora wondered how Ember could have learned to stitch so well given that stitching your own wound was not an easy thing to do. Not only that, it seemed she used a cautery technique in order to close the wound through burning parts of the skin, which was an effective but excruciatingly painful way to close a wound.

She’s having doubts, especially since from what she observed so far, Ember seemed to have little to no medicinal skills.

‘Who was here?’ Leeora thought. She applied fresh herbal paste on her wound and wrapped it with a new clean set of bandages again.

‘So, this mysterious person probably unintentionally attacked Ember. He must’ve treated her wound but stole the precious elixirs I made as well as the potion made by the Head of the Witches.’

Leeora frowned in anger as she started cleaning up the blood-soaked bedsheets.

‘If that person wished to save her, why he or she didn’t give her any elixir? Does that person mean to let this child suffer? So cruel!’

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That same morning, Erlos came searching for Leeora after he was ready to leave for the palace. Not finding her in her home, Erlos thought she must be in the human girl’s house, and when he checked, he saw that the door of the house that was on the other side of the hanging bridge was open.