The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 5

When morning came, an elegant gray-haired woman with pointed ears was received by Erlos and was escorted towards the King’s study. Though she was dressed in a simple white cloak, the female elf had fine wrinkles on her face, telltale signs of her high status among her kind whose lifespan was the longest within the small kingdom of Agartha.

Erlos knocked on the door of the study. “Sire, the High Elder of the Wood Elves has arrived as summoned.”

When the door was opened, the sight of a ruggedly handsome man with a dominating presence welcomed them. The black-haired king was wearing his trademark long dark brown tailcoat with dragon scale patterns and gold accents, his form-fitting outfit hiding the lean muscles of his strong body underneath layers of cloth. Underneath his short but seemingly messy hair, it could be seen that his left ear was adorned with a small jeweled earring, and although his attire was befitting royalty, his body lacked any form of expensive accessory aside from the earring.

His black-gloved hand was holding a quill, and he was writing something on a scroll when the elves entered his study. _{freeweɓnøvel.com}

“Leeora of the Wood Elf Clan greets King Draven, the ruler of Agartha,” the elegant elf said as a formal greeting. Draven frowned, but they had known each other for so long he knew it was pointless to ask her to stop being formal.

“Have a seat,” Draven instructed her.

The elf elder sat on the chair opposite to her king and said with a light smile, “To have me come so early in the day, seems like something is troubling you, sire.”

Draven put away the quill in his hands and closed his eyes, as if just the thought of it was burdensome in itself.

Seeing his reaction, Leeora could guess the reason. “Did you have that dream again, Sire?”

Draven nodded. “This time, it was more vivid.”

“I wonder who that woman is for her to haunt you so,” she asked. “Anything new you had seen this time?”

“Her face is crystal clear,” he replied with a sigh. “Especially her eyes, they look familiar, as if I had seen them countless times before.”

“What do you wish me to do?” Leeora asked, opening her hands in a helpless manner. “I have long asked the children of my clan to help look out for anyone with the appearance you told me, but there is no news coming from those few travelling on the mainland. Until you can see more details in your dream, I am at a loss too.”

Draven knew that as well, that’s why he couldn’t help but be frustrated.

The elf stared at him in pity. “Well, may I make a bold guess? You mentioned that you have a scar on the left side of your chest, then it is highly likely that the dream you are seeing is not a vision to be interpreted but a memory you must have forgotten. And if you are having that dream frequently these days, it might be a sign or an omen. That means something from your past is on its way to you.”

Draven agreed, “I feel the same.”

“We cannot prepare for the unknown, but at least, the fact we know something is coming already puts you at an advantage. Let’s wait and see what is about to come,” she said. Draven could only nod. Afterwards, the ears of the elf elder twitched. “I heard that Sire had brought a human female to the palace last night?”

“It turned out like that,” he answered, unwilling to explain much.

“That is so unlike you,” the elf commented as her grey eyes shone brightly. “May I be allowed to visit her? I would like to see her.”

“Erlos will guide you,” Draven said, not even bothering to dismiss her as he resumed his work.

Just then, both the devil and the elf perked up. Their sensitive ears caught the commotion happening inside the palace.

“Your people sound frightened,” Leeora commented.

Draven stood up and walked out of the study with the High Elder of the Wood Elves following behind him. Following the direction of the noise, Draven reached the other wing of the palace where the guest rooms were located.

“What happened?” he asked.

“Y-Your Majesty, no one can enter the room where the monster—where that human stays,” cried one of the female servants with pointed ears.