The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 485

Leeora closed her eyes, and magic began to surround her body. The seed in her hand floated in the air, enveloped by the magic emanating from her. With her eyes still closed, she began chanting a spell, her hands moving around the floating seed. The seed started to emit magical rays before slowly descending into the ground, disappearing beneath the soil along with all the magic that had been drawn into it.

Leeora opened her eyes and looked at Ember. "We have planted the seed now."

Though baffled, Ember nodded. "Do we have to water it now?"

Leeora shook her head. "No need. It's a magical tree. All you have to do is wait for it to grow."

"How long will it take?" she asked.

"By tomorrow morning, it shall have grown entirely."

"This fast?" Ember asked in surprise.

Leeora chuckled. "Yes. Don't you want it to grow quickly so your mate can build a nest on it for you?"

Ember was taken aback by the remark. She had only thought about it for Morpheus' sake, not her own. Still, she nodded. "Yes."

"Good to see you care for him and are finally coming to terms with accepting him," Leeora said. "Morph is fortunate to have a mate like you."

She could only hum in response, her thoughts conflicted.

"Anything troubling you?" Leeora asked, observing Ember's expression.

Ember looked at her and said, "Maybe, if not for me, he would have gotten someone better as his mate. Now he's just stuck with me."

Leeora chuckled softly. "You are overthinking. I believe he is happy to be stuck with you. If not for you, he wouldn't even have a mate at all."

Ember was surprised. "Why do you say so?"

"So many centuries have passed, yet he never cared for any female the way he cares for you," Leeora said. "Maybe all along, he was just waiting for you."

"I don't understand."

"Just give him a chance, and you will know," Leeora said, a light smile playing on her lips. "Now, it's time for me to leave."

Ember, still confused, simply nodded. Leeora left, and Ember knelt on the ground where the seed was planted. "You have to grow into the most beautiful tree. Morph deserves to have his nest on the best tree."

After a while, she returned to Draven's study, as he had said he had something to tell her.

Once she reached the study, she, as usual, sat in Draven's lap while he sat in his chair.

"Done with planting the tree?"

She hummed and asked, "You said you had something to tell me."

He nodded and said, "Someone has arrived in the human territory of our kingdom."

"Who?" she asked casually.

"A young man from the Kingdom of Valor. He is said to be the third prince of Valor, who came here searching for his lost sister," Draven informed her.

The name Valor—she knew it well. "The Prince of Valor? Does that mean… my brother?"

Draven nodded. "He is here for you and wants to meet you."

"Why?"

"He insists on talking to you only. Do you want to?" Draven asked.

"But I have nothing to do with them. They wanted to kill me," Ember replied, the pain of how her own family had wanted her dead etched on her face. "Is he here to kill me now that I escaped?"

"If he tries to, you can kill him on the spot and show them how powerful you are," Draven said.