The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 482

Along with Leeora, the pair of mates went to the part of the palace from where the balcony of Ember's study could be seen. Ember looked up toward the second floor as she stood below and said, "This seems like the right place."

Leeora hummed and said, "We have to plant it at a little distance. This tree is gigantic and needs more space. Its trunk will be as big as the largest chamber in the palace."

Ember hummed. "You're right, Leeora. I was shocked by those trees in the eagle clan."

"We won't make it grow that big, as it would be inconvenient here—just enough for one nest and so Morpheus feels like it's the same place he was living in," Leeora added.

She decided on the spot. "We can't plant a seed right now."

"Why?" Ember asked.

"Fisrt I have to prepare this place for the seed to be planted. As it's not an ordinary tree, the place needs to be purified and magical before we plant the seed," Leeora explained.

Ember hummed as she understood and heard Leeora, "Step back a little." _{freёweɓnovel.com}

With that, she closed her eyes, recited some spells, and used her magic on the chosen place. Soon the soil on that spot began to glow with the magic emitted from Leeora's body.

Ember was in aww to see it. The more magic Leeora used, the more it glowed.

Leeora stopped and said, "It's ready now. Tomorrow I will return and plant a seed here."

The pair of mates hummed, and Leeora excused herself.

Ember turned to Morpheus. "It will take a while, but until then, you can live in the palace."

Morpheus shook his head. "That's not a place for me to stay. I'll remain in my current nest. Once this tree is ready, I'll build one here."

"Will you allow me to enter your nest?" Ember asked.

He simply hummed. She was his mate—how could he refuse her?

"Make sure to build it bigger so I can stay there once in a while, too," she added.

"I will," he said, though he thought, 'I'll build the most beautiful nest for my mate.'

"Oh, I remember—you're hungry. How about we have a mid-day meal together?" she offered, adding before he could reply, "You can't say no."

Morpheus sighed. "You're turning more like a child instead of acting like an adult."

"I'm always like this with you. Did you forget already?" Ember countered as they walked back to the palace.

Morpheus could not deny it. She was indeed carefree with him, as always.

She held his hand and dragged him along. When they arrived in the dining room, Ember asked the servant, "Is Draven here yet?"

"His Majesty will be here in a while," the servant informed.

Ember hummed and looked at Morpheus. She pointed toward one chair at the head of the rectangular dining table. "Draven sits here," she said, then pointed toward the chair on the right of the head chair. "I sit here on Draven's right. Where do you want to sit?"

"Anywhere is fine," he replied.

"That won't do. Now we're a family, so you need to choose your place—the one that's yours alone," Ember insisted. "How about the one next to me or the one to Draven's left?"

Morpheus sighed and chose the chair at the opposite end of the table from Draven's seat.

"Won't that be far from the two of us?" Ember asked.

"You're only two chairs away from me. It's not far," Morpheus replied and sat down anyway.

Ember pressed her lips into a thin line, clearly disagreeing, but decided not to insist. At least Morpheus had agreed to share the meal with them.

Just then, Draven arrived. Ember welcomed him with a wide smile. "You're back? We've been waiting for you."

Draven approached her and stood in front of her. "You must be so hungry you couldn't wait for me."

She shook her head. "It's not me—it's Morph who's hungry."

Draven looked over at Morpheus, who frowned and said, "Just take your seat already and start eating. I'm in a hurry."

Draven sat in his place, and Ember took hers.