The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 452

During the days when Evanthe was tending to Morpheus, Ember prayed fervently for his recovery and return. Nearly a month had passed, and her patience was wearing thin.

"Draven, can you take me to the Spirit Shrine? Yesterday, Lady Evanthe and Cornelia said he should wake up in a day or two."

Draven took her hand gently, offering comfort. "You are not allowed to enter the Spirit Circle since you are not from the witch clan. But rest assured, the moment he wakes up, you will be the first to know."

Ember pressed her lips into a thin line. "I wish I were a witch."

Draven chuckled. "You are more dangerous than a witch."

"Are you scared?" she asked, searching his eyes for a genuine answer.

He caressed her cheek, a light smile forming on his lips. "I like dealing with dangerous things."

Suddenly, Draven sensed something, his ears perking up. He spoke immediately. "Let me take you there."

"What? Where?"

"To the witch clan, to see Morpheus."

"But I'm not allowed—"

"He is back," Draven said calmly, containing his own happiness. "Someone from the witch clan is in the palace to inform us. He just told Erlos."

"Sire," Erlos burst into Ember's room with the speed of the wind, not even bothering to knock. "The Commander is awake,"

"I told you," Draven said, glancing at Ember, who looked like she thought Draven was pranking her.

"The Commander is awake," Erlos repeated. "The messenger from the witch clan is here." The wide smile on Erlos' face showed his happiness. Though he always pretended he didn't like Morpheus, deep down, he was just as hurt by Morpheus' condition and now equally delighted by his recovery.

"Draven, take me there," Ember said, clinging to his arm impatiently.

"Sire, I'm coming too," Erlos added.

"Use your own powers," Draven told him, then disappeared with Ember.

"Stingy Dragon." Erlos shrugged. "Alright, my own powers then." He disappeared as well, moving with the speed of wind, invisible to ordinary eyes.

Draven and Ember appeared outside the healing chamber in the witch clan where Morpheus' body had been transferred from the Spirit Shrine. Along with Evanthe, Cornelia, and Sierra present inside, a few witches and warlocks were stationed outside as guards.

Upon their arrival, the witches and warlocks guarding the entrance welcomed the King and his mate. Without delay, Ember started to walk forward, but Draven held her hand. "Patience. We are going to him, but this is the witch clan's territory. Though I am the King, it's proper for me to get permission to enter inside and same applies to my mate."

Ember held herself back and waited for the witch clan members to permit them to enter the healing chamber. It looked like a simple wooden cottage, but Ember could feel the energy barrier surrounding it, designed to stop foreign forces from entering.

After a while, a witch returned outside and informed them, "Your Majesty, you may enter with Lady Ember."

Delighted, Ember clutched Draven's hand. It had been so long since she had seen Morpheus, and finally, she was going to meet her dear friend, her savior.

Just then, Erlos arrived, followed by a golden-winged man landing nearby—Aureus.

They only allowed two people to enter at a time. Aureus decided to stay back, knowing how important Ember was to his uncle. He could wait a little longer, having already waited so long.