The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 448

At the crack of dawn, a woman emerged from the river, having spent half a day and an entire night submerged. Her drenched form made its way onto the riverbank, leaving trails of water in its wake.

Closing her eyes, she uttered a magic spell. In an instant, her drenched clothes and hair transformed, becoming dry and immaculate, leaving no trace of water upon her. Her appearance now refined, befitting her role as the Queen of Witches, she traversed the dandelion field in silence until the sun had fully risen, then quietly vanished from sight.

Arriving at the palace, her presence did not escape the notice of Draven and Sierra, who sensed her immediately. Draven chose not to rush to her side, opting instead to wait for her to approach at her own pace.

Evanthe entered Sierra's chamber to find her standing motionless by the window. "Have you been like this all night?" Evanthe inquired, knowing Sierra's habits well.

Sierra turned to face her. "Are you alright?"

"I am. But please, take a seat. My knees ache at the sight of you standing like that."

Sierra, noticing her friend's return to her usual self, remarked, "Indeed. I mustn't forget that my body is no longer that of a deity, but of an old witch," as she walked over to Evanthe. "Apologies..."

"Let's not dwell on it," Evanthe interjected. "Let's indulge in something delightful to soothe both body and mind, and then we can return to the task at hand."

Sierra nodded in agreement, and the two exited the chamber, only to encounter Erlos approaching them. He greeted them and relayed, "Sire awaits you for a meal together."

Following Erlos to the dining room, Evanthe glanced at Draven. "I hope the food is delicious. If not, I might have to put you to work in the kitchen to cook for me again."

Draven simply nodded in response. "Understood."

"Has this stubborn dragon learned obedience?" Evanthe raised a brow, turning to Ember, "You seem to have tamed him quite well."

Ember replied with a smile, "I did my best."

Draven chose silence, allowing the women to chat.

After the meal, they retired to the study, where Evanthe and Sierra delved into scrying Ember's body to comprehend the state of her energy core.

"What are your thoughts?" Draven inquired of Evanthe, knowing her expertise lay in soul and core reading.

"She has an unusually powerful core which none of us have," Evanthe spoke. "So the measures to stabilize her core are not simple, and she is lacking an important part of the core which is with Seren, making it even more challenging for us. No wonder the entire heavenly realm must have feared her; the hellfire she possessed cannot be controlled by anyone."

Draven turned to Sierra. "As Evanthe said, if that hellfire cannot be controlled by anyone, how did you put it in your daughter's body? Also, how did you even obtain it from the Deity of fire?"

"How did I obtain it, I cannot tell you that. As I said before, I cannot reveal anything related to the Deity of fire. About how I put it in Seren's body, I used the darkness from Him to bind it and then infused it into Seren's core," Sierra answered, only to earn a surprised gaze from Evanthe. "Is that why you never told me how you did it? Because it was His Darkness?"

"I didn't want you to know that I know Him. It would have only lead to more questions from you," Sierra admitted as she explained further. "He was one of my close friends before he left heaven. That darkness was a departing gift from Him, a promise to protect me even if He won't be around."

"Seems like He used to gift his darkness every now and then," Evanthe remarked sarcastically, her displeasure evident as she realized even He had hidden the truth from her.

"You must have received it as well," Sierra commented.

"I did, when I encountered Him in the mortal world as a new queen of witches," Evanthe explained, anger appearing on her beuatiful face. "Thankfully, it came in handy to protect someone. If not, I would have thrown it back to Him right at this moment."

Seeing her angry, no one commented on Him anymore. They could only wonder if He was present there at this moment, what would have happened to Him even if He is the most powerful being. Evanthe rarely got angry, but when she did, it was doom for another person.