The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 449

Evanthe, along with Sierra, appeared at the witch clan, at the residence of the head of the witches, Cornelia Grim.

Talia guided them inside the residence and brought them to Cornelia's room where she was resting, seemingly unconscious as she had exhausted a major part of her energy to review Morpheus' soul. Evanthe sat at the edge of the bed and held Cornelia's wrist to check her condition.

"She looks weak; it might take days for her body to recover," Sierra said as she simply observed Cornelia's appearance.

Evanthe let go of Cornelia's wrist and nodded in agreement with Sierra. She then passed her divine power to Cornelia to aid in her healing and turned to Silvia and Cornelia, "Make sure to give her vitality potions frequently for a few days and let me know once she is awake."

"Yes, Your Eminence."

Evanthe stood up and informed them, "I am heading to the Spirit Circle."

"Your Eminence, the entire clan is waiting to meet you," Silvia informed.

"Now is not the time. I have to take care of some other important matters. You can ask them to be patient," Evanthe instructed.

"Yes, Your Eminence."

Along with Sierra, Evanthe disappeared from Cornelia's residence and appeared in front of a wooden cottage located in the most isolated part of the coven's territory. Evanthe lifted the bronze door knocker, shaped like a moon, to announce their arrival. The sound of metal striking echoed gloomily in the silent surroundings.

The gate opened on its own, and Evanthe walked inside with Sierra following her. The door of the residence swung open as well, allowing them entry into the drawing room where three witches sat on the couch, waiting for them.

Upon entering, they saw three witches—Glinda, Maria, and Thala—sitting on a wooden couch.

"I see you three are still holding onto your dear life quite well," Evanthe commented as she approached them.

"How could we bear to die before seeing you?" Glinda retorted.

"I wonder if you are here as our Queen or simply as our friend," Maria added.

"That depends on how you treat me," Evanthe replied as she settled comfortably in her chair, asserting her authority over the place. "Seeing that you didn't greet me as your Queen, it seems you are in the mood to reminisce about our days as friends."

"If you think that way, then so be it," Maria added.

Evanthe turned to Sierra, "Make yourself comfortable. We are not guests here. Consider it our own home."

Thala chuckled mockingly, "We didn't give you permission. This is still our home."

"Do I need your permission?" Evanthe responded, a light smirk playing on her lips. "You seem to be on your way to the afterlife very soon. Who are you going to keep this home for? I might as well claim it today."

"Just arrived and already this witch is cursing us to die," Thala frowned. "Such a crafty vixen."

"This vixen speaks only facts," Evanthe replied. "Now, if you're done gritting your already half-gritted teeth, save them for the rest of your life so you can still eat, unless you want to sport fake teeth like that fake leg of yours."

Thala glared at her. "You come here, and the first thing you do is get on my nerves."

"And you make it easy as you age," Evanthe countered. "You old witch, try to relax and maintain some calm, or it won't be long until the days of your life can be counted on one hand's fingers."