The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 465

All the council members left the council hall, feeling helpless about the situation.

Draven returned to Ember after taking care of matters following the council meeting. As usual, Ember was sitting quietly in her chamber, lost and hurt.

He sat next to her and waited before speaking. "What happened today is not your fault. It's what he chose for himself. All you have to do is accept his decision."

Ember remained silent for a while, then finally spoke, "Does he hate me so much for being human that he would rather choose to die than accept me as his mate? Did he never consider me his friend? Have I been imposing on him all the time and following him around while he despised me for being born human? Even if I have powers, he sees me as the kind he has been hating for so long."

Draven knew Morpheus had not held back from hurting her and now he could feel the extent of hurt his words has brought to Ember. Anyone in her place would feel the same.

"Do you think so?" Draven asked.

"Am I wrong, then?"

"If you know him well and think about everything, you will find the answer."

Ember stayed quiet.

"You look tired; you should rest," Draven offered.

Ember didn't resist and allowed him to lay her down in the bed and cover her with a blanket. She closed her eyes, unable to think about anything anymore.

Draven watched her quietly. Seeing her sad and hurt was painful for him as well.

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Cornelia arrived at the healing chamber after leaving the council hall, only to find what she expected—Morpheus was not there.

She felt frustrated. He didn't want to be Ember's mate, and by leaving the healing chamber, he was choosing to die sooner. She walked inside the empty chamber and sat at the edge of the bed, her head lowered as she accepted her defeat in trying to save him. She had done all she could, but he didn't want to be saved.

"You did everything you could. You don't need to feel bad," Evanthe said as she entered the chamber and saw helpless Cornelia.

Cornelia didn't reply, her emotions choking her at the thought of losing him once more, knowing she might never see him again.

Evanthe walked over and placed her hand on Cornelia's drooping shoulder.

After a moment of silence, Cornelia spoke, "Your Eminence, you were close to the commander, and you're the only person he ever listened to. Why didn't you try to convince him this time? He would have listened to you like he always did. Don't you want to save him? Don't you consider him your friend anymore?"

"If you know I'm close to him, then you should also know I understand him," Evanthe said, sitting next to Cornelia. "In the past, it was different, but now it's about the woman he has given his heart to, a woman he wants to protect and would never wish to hurt. He wouldn't have listened to me. Moreover, as his friend, I should respect his wishes rather than impose anything on him.

He has always respected my wishes and decisions, so I shall do the same."

Tears finally rolled down Cornelia's cheeks. "Everything is over now."

Evanthe could only sit by her side in silence, her own eyes moist at the thought of losing her dear friend and knowing she could do nothing to protect him.