The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 67

Draven stepped towards him with anger in his eyes and clutched his throat in his hand.

“Answer me.”

It was a command from the King, or rather, the Devil. His red eyes were burning with flames of anger.

However, this didn’t affect Morpheus, nor did he try to escape Draven’s hold. In fact, he seemed more curious about the King’s reaction as he replied, “The answer depends on whether you want her alive or dead.”

The rising power in the air thickened, and an ordinary person would have suffocated due to the pulsating magic that seemed to echo the King’s anger.

“Sire?”

Just then, there was a knock on the door and it opened despite the lack of response.

As expected, a young silver-haired elf entered the chamber, only to witness the sight of the King clutching the neck of a half-naked warrior.

Morpheus grinned at Erlos despite his neck being strangled, and said in a choking voice, “Hey, kid.”

Erlos sighed as he awkwardly scratched his head. The troublemaker had returned, and it was nothing new that the eagle was butting heads with his master. What mattered to him was the mess in the chamber that he needed to clean up as part of his servant duties.

To his surprise, it was in a better state than Morpheus’ last visit. Nothing was broken, and only several small items were misplaced or had fallen on the floor. He gave out a sigh of relief and turned to leave as if what was happening didn’t concern him.

“You two carry on.” With that, he left and closed the door behind.

Only then did Draven let go of Morpheus.

The shapeshifter coughed as he massaged his throat. “You are lacking in strength, Your Majesty. Seems like you are getting old now.” _{ƒrēewebnovel.com}

The fire in his eyes was extinguished, and he gazed at him flatly. “Are you not answering—”

“Fine,” he tsk-ed. “She is safe. I reached there on time to save her.”

Morpheus decided to answer him as he didn’t wish to prolong this silly topic. He had more important things to talk about.