The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 42

Draven woke up in a good mood, though no one could see it from his expressionless face.

He had a good sleep after having quite a thrilling and interesting adventure the previous night. Though the incident had raised many questions in his mind, he welcomed them. After so long, he had got something interesting in his boring life.

That girl was a mystery and he wished to solve her. A new goal was in front of him.

Getting out of the bed, he went to stand in front of the mirror. Looking at his chest, he shifted the neckline of his black sleeping robe to one side and found nail marks on his skin. He remembered clearly how it happened, but the most surprising thing was that they were not healed yet.

His body could heal normal wounds on its own in a matter of seconds, but these simple scratches by that little mouse didn’t heal like normal. It was another puzzle he had to solve now.

It had been a long time since he received a wound on his body, and he felt strangely good about it. These nail scratches on his skin looked interesting to him, and he found himself smirking as he touched them with his fingers.

‘Finally, there is someone who can hurt me for real,’ he mumbled.

At that moment, Erlos entered the King’s chamber to start his job as his personal servant, inevitably disturbing Draven’s thoughts. He straightened his robe just as the elf lifted his head from bowing.

If his servant had seen those marks on his chest, he was sure this nosy elf would fry his brain with countless unnecessary questions.

However, his servant was distracted and didn’t notice it at all.

“Sire, Elder Leeora is requesting an audience with you,” Erlos informed him.

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After informing the elder in charge of security and mobilizing the city guards to start investigation, Leeora returned to Ember before leaving for the palace.

The human girl was still asleep, her breathing feeble and her lips pale, a telltale sign of how much blood she’s lost.

‘Giving her more of my elixirs at once won’t be enough. I must request Lady Cornelia to send the vitality potions ahead of the promised date.’

Thinking what else she had to do, the High Elder of the Wood Elves used her powers and set a barrier around the house so no one would enter inside until she returned. She then tapped her staff on the floor of the house to talk to the tree spirit. In response, the tree shook its branches, as if to say it understood her instruction.

Leeora told the tree spirit not to let anyone enter the house, and to call the attention of the patrolling city guards in case a situation was to arise.

After that, she left to go to the palace.

Meanwhile, Draven was outside in the garden of the palace, leisurely basking under the morning sun. He was standing in the center of a circle of flowering trees, his expression less icy than usual . Though Erlos was curious, he didn’t know if it was safe for him to ask. He didn’t want to be thrown to another faraway human kingdom without warning once more.

The ruggedly handsome king had his arms crossed, seemingly lost in thought, when his servant reluctantly approached him.

‘He is not scowling today. I wonder if something good happened? Oh, I hope he remains in a good mood for the rest of the day…’

“Sire,” Erlos started, “Elder Leeora is waiting for you in the study.”