The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 43

“S-Sire..I-It’s good that it’s not stolen, and in fact, they are safe with you.” He laughed while nervously rubbing his hands together. “How fortunate these elixirs are to be taken by your honorable self!”

Draven simply looked at him, not getting affected by his flattery.

Erlos gulped and said, “Sire, I can explain. The act of theft is not acceptable. It’s a despicable crime, right? Not only that, I was just enraged seeing how pitiful that human girl looked. I thought the attacker had assaulted her after seeing the condition of her torn dress that barely had anything left to cover her body—”

“Erlos!”

The displeased voice of their king had a tinge of anger, causing both elves to feel their bodies feel suffocation.

Erlos immediately kneeled on the floor, thinking he had pissed the King for real by calling him a thief and saying how he would punish the culprit.

“I was wrong! Please punish me, Sire!” he said with his head lowered. “I deserve to be punished but just lightly, lightly…Sire…”

Leeora decided to plead for his case. “I will apologize in his stead. Erlos is still too young, Sire. Please forgive him. Even I thought it was an attack on her and got it wrong. I am also the reason for this misunderstanding.”

Draven didn’t react to what Leeora said as his mind was somewhere else.

“From now on, Erlos is banned from that human’s home,” the King ordered.

‘Huh?’ was the reaction from the elves. They didn’t get the reason for this sudden declaration. Not like Erlos was the one to hurt the human, and neither was he a threat to her.

Who could know Erlos better than Draven himself?

Yet, Erlos knew this was his chance to avoid punishment and so he simply embraced it.

“As per your orders. Thank you for your generosity, Sire!”

Draven stared down at the silver-haired elf kneeling in front of him. His red eyes showed a hint of anger hidden underneath his cold and emotionless gaze. Still, neither Leeora nor Erlos could guess the real reason why the King was angry.

Leeora let out a sigh, relieved that the King didn’t give a tough punishment to Erlos. Still, she remained worried as Draven’s temperament was impossible to understand.

“Sire, he will follow your punishment. Erlos will never enter Ember’s house from now on,” Leeora assured to calm the scary king in front of her.

“Yes, Sire, I will never even look at her house,” Erlos vowed despite not knowing why his master had given him such a punishment. Well, to him, it was not even a punishment. He had nothing to do with that human girl.

Leeora decided it was time to divert the King’s attention from Erlos. “May I know why Sire brought these elixirs here. If I had given her this potion from the witch clan, she would not have been in a worse situation.”

“That is what I wanted to stop you from doing,” Draven replied, tapping the box with a long finger.

Leeora was startled. Did the King just admit that he took the box of elixirs to deliberately deprive the human girl of medicine? If she didn’t hear it straight from his mouth, Leeora would have thought it was nonsense.