The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 46

That morning, while Draven was getting ready for the day with Erlos fussing about his appearance a little more than usual. The elf seemed to be torn between giving him a form-fitting black frock coat with silver runes on the linings, or an amber-coloured tailcoat with red scale patterns on the chest, leaning more on the latter to match the colour of a single jewelled earring on Draven’s left ear.

“Sire, what do you think? This second one is better, right?”

The black-haired king didn’t care as he simply adjusted his equally black gloves, his mind occupied with thoughts of a certain human girl.

‘That thing, what is she?’

His handsome face continued to wear a frown as he wondered how he should proceed in investigating the mysteries of that girl. For someone like him who’s aware of the countless secrets of this land, there weren’t many who were as knowledgeable as him.

As he pondered, his sensitive ears caught a familiar sound, causing the number of frown lines on his forehead to double.

An irritating existence was approaching.

“You can leave,” Draven instructed Erlos, who seemed finally satisfied with the black outfit he chose for Draven.

Erlos wanted to protest since he was not yet done with his artwork, but seeing the King’s displeased expression reflected in the mirror, he smartly shut up and didn’t ask anything. After a quick bow, he left the King’s chamber.

The moment Erlos left, the heavy sound of flapping wings resounded within the walls of his chamber, as if a large bird was coming from outside and about to land inside.

His red eyes glittered as an evil smirk appeared on his lips.

Thud!

The glass window of his chamber closed on its own, and not even a second later, a rough ‘bang!’ brutally rattled the window, as if a body collided against it. The sound of cursing could be heard from the other side of the window.

The window crashed open as an invisible energy attack shot through it towards Draven.

Smash!

Draven casually stepped away to avoid the attack as if he not only expected it, but was long used to it. Unfortunately, the mirror in front of him received the attack and shattered into pieces.

The red-eyed man turned around just in time to see someone jumped inside into his chamber, the intruder being in the middle of shifting into his human form, gusts of wind forming around him as his large wings disappeared behind his back to transform into a feathery cape as tall as his body.

“Did you miss me, Your Majesty?” a cheeky male voice said in a mocking tone.

A half-naked man with short ashy grey hair and eyes of the same colour, looking like a human in his late twenties, was standing by the window with an aggressive, even roguish expression. His bare chest and parts of his face were marked with white tribal tattoos, which were part of the tradition of the family where he belonged. Clad in only a feather cape and dark short pants, his wild appearance was in complete contrast to the luxurious chamber he intruded into.

However, Draven seemed more bothered by the mess inside his chamber rather than the fact that a shapeshifter had intruded inside it.

“Is this how you welcome guests? By ignoring them?” the newcomer asked. _{fɾēewebnσveℓ.com}

“No invited guests arrive like this,” Draven countered and looked at the shards of glass scattered on the floor. “My servant won’t be happy seeing this mess.”

“That kid?” he chuckled. “You keep troubling him all the time, why pity him now? He’s used to cleaning up after your mess—”