The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 75

Morpheus didn’t fail to notice the dangerous gaze thrown in his direction by a certain pair of red eyes, unlike Ember who had no idea what was going on. She was scared stiff by the fact that Morpheus had brought her back to the palace, and her thought process had suddenly stopped.

The shapeshifter found where the gaze was coming from and smirked at Draven when he found his normally expressionless face in a scowl. As if to tease the King further, Morpheus even deliberately looked at Ember who was being carried in his arms and then back at him.

She was clinging onto him tightly, burying her face into the crook of his neck and holding on as if she didn’t want to step down.

“Ember, we are here,” he said a bit loudly, intentionally addressing her with her name instead of calling her ‘little female’ as usual. The human girl shook her head in refusal, even tightening her embrace to protest stepping down.

“You don’t have to be scared when I am with you,” Morpheus tried again, trying to sound as gentle as he could to her. “Don’t worry.”

Though his words were mainly for her, they were deliberately said in that manner to let Draven hear them. Though Draven was standing quietly at a distance, Morpheus knew he could hear him because of his sharp sense of hearing.

Draven clenched his fists and heard Morpheus continue speaking in a lowered, somewhat husky voice, “Will you look at me, Ember, hmm?”

She obediently looked at him which surprised Draven. She not only clung to a man she barely met—practically a stranger—they even looked close and she also listened to him.

Meanwhile, Draven was her saviour, not only once but twice, and yet on that day when he wanted to see that mark on her, she was not willing to cooperate. The anger inside him started to rise.

‘Ungrateful creature!’

He heard Morpheus again, “You need to step down.”

Ember nodded slightly, and with great reluctance, she stepped down from his arms.

“Good,” Morpheus praised as he patted her head like they were intimate friends before smirking and throwing a gloating look at Draven.

Ember looked up at Morpheus and saw him looking in one direction and she followed his gaze. The very instant she saw Draven’s figure, she flinched. Though he was merely quietly staring at them from a distance, she could not help but feel scared and moved behind Morpheus to hide herself from his sight in reflex. She felt like her soul would leave her body the moment she saw him—after all, she had noticed he seemed angry.

‘Is he angry at me again? Did he order for me to be brought here to punish me? Will he tear my clothes again?” She gulped. ‘No…if he does that others will see me as well. Maybe that’s what he wants? To humiliate me in front of the people?’

Tears welled up in her eyes as she forced her voice to beg Morpheus.

“C-Can you take me away from here? Please…”

Draven heard her voice clearly for the first time. Before he had only heard her screams, those two words, ‘It hurts’ and all her mumbling while she was having nightmares.

Morpheus looked at her over his shoulder as she was hiding behind him. “I told you when I am with you, you don’t have to be scared. Don’t you trust me?”

“I do,” she replied, “but…”

Just then Erlos entered the corridor to inform the King that some of the council members had already arrived. As he was about to approach his master, he saw Draven glaring in the direction of that eagle.

‘So once again, that eagle came to stir up his mood. He’s been coming a lot lately. Should a warrior of the Divine Eagles have this much free time in their hands?’ Erlos wondered. ‘Wait, but what is that human girl doing with him?’

Even before he could reach any conclusion, he found Leeora entering from the other side of the corridor. She had noticed the way Draven was looking at Morpheus. To her, Draven was angry because of Morpheus as both couldn’t stand the sight of each other. Never could she imagine what was going on between these two beasts and how that ignorant human was caught in their silent battle.

“Greetings, sire,” Leeora greeted, but there was no reply from Draven as his fiery red eyes were stuck in the direction of the two who looked unusually close to each other. He had even felt offended by the fact that Ember had dressed herself neatly in elf clothes, even if it wasn’t intended for Morpheus.

Under the King’s glare, Morpheus cheekily pulled Ember to his side, holding her hand with his thumb caressing the back of her hand which had a number of freshly healed scars.

Morpheus explained to Ember, “Leeora told you that the council meeting is to decide about your stay, didn’t she? That meeting will be taking place here in the palace and your presence is needed. Leeora and I will be attending with you as well, so you don’t have to be afraid.”

Once again, she nodded to what he said, and it only added to the rising anger of Draven.

“Ember, as you are an outsider who doesn’t belong to this kingdom in the first place, there will be a meeting to discuss your stay here. As you may have noticed, the people of this kingdom are not humans—there are elves like me, shapeshifters like Morph, and witches like Lady Cornelia. There are others as well, and the leaders of these people make up the council. _{frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓}