The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 72

Bored of standing on his own for the past several hours, Erlos decided to wait for his master while sitting in one of the cozy chairs in the lounge area of the King’s chamber. He had barely dozed off when he sensed movement inside the chamber, and his body jumped up out of reflex.

“W-Welcome back, Sire!”

He immediately bowed and straightened his body to greet the King who had returned to the palace.

Draven didn’t reply to his greetings and walked towards the bed while removing the buttons of his clothes. With each step he took, one garment of his was thrown on the carpeted floor—first, his black tailcoat, followed by his patterned vest, his white long-sleeved shirt and his black gloves, among other things, leaving him with nothing but his pants on his body by the time he reached his bed.

Erlos immediately went towards the trail of littered clothes. He didn’t say a word seeing the grave expression on Draven’s face and quietly collected the dirty clothes.

Not saying a word, Draven kicked away his boots and climbed into bed which surprised Erlos. The King wasn’t thinking of going straight to sleep, right?

“Sire, the bath is ready—”

“You can leave, Erlos,” was all Draven said as he lay in bed with his eyes closed. _{fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com}

“Uhh, your meal?”

“Just leave,” Draven said again and this time Erlos left without saying another word.

Erlos had not seen Draven like this ever since he started serving him, and it’s been decades since then. He wondered what had happened to affect him like this.

‘Is he thinking about the council meeting tomorrow? Maybe that eagle had said something? Bah. It can’t be the meeting. It’s not even a big problem. He can just send that human girl to the human village and everything will be solved.’ Erlos sighed. ‘Though I will feel bad for that poor girl, she can’t stay here. If only she weren’t human, she could continue staying with the Elder. I bet Elder Leeora will feel lonely when she leaves…’

Before completely closing the door behind him, the young elf glanced at the King who was lying on the bed with one arm covering his eyes, as if something was deeply troubling him enough to exhaust him body and soul. It was difficult to guess what exactly was going on in his mind.

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