The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 79

“Y-Your Majesty?!”

“What did you—”

Sounds of flurry could be heard as a few females let out an involuntary gasp. Some of the seated leaders even jumped to their feet in surprise, their chairs scraping along the stone floor. The entire hall was in shock—no, to say they were in shock was an understatement.

The council members and the rest in attendance were all experienced people. They saw the King’s mouth on that human’s neck and two of his teeth elongated into fangs to pierce her delicate skin, deep enough to cause her to bleed. Even though they could not believe it, they all knew what Draven was doing.

The King of Agartha, the Devil, the infamous Black Dragon that brought terror to the continent…was marking a female.

For beings of magic, to mark someone means to create a sacred bond, an intimate act far surpassing anything else in existence.

That the King would do that to a mere human…

“D-Dear spirits…” one of the most conservative elves seemingly fainted, but no one paid attention to her as all eyes were on Draven and Ember.

Ember felt as if her body was on fire from the inside. Tears streamed down her face but there was something else as well. When her eyes snapped open in shock, her emerald green eyes let out flicker like tongues of flames, as if something inside her had awakened.

On the other hand, Draven could not be bothered by the people’s reactions. To be more precise, his act seemed to have triggered a mysterious power and some strange images flashed in his mind.

The fire that could burn anything in its path, living flames that seemed capable of turning the world to ash.

It was the same fire he had witnessed in his dream, the kind of world-ending fire that burned everything including her.

Only a single being had a different reaction among those watching the ridiculous exchange—Cornelia Grimm, the head of the witches. As a witch who had a special affinity in the study of the soul, she was sensitive enough to sense that something was awakened inside the human girl.

“That child…?”

Cornelia’s eyes saw a soul mark flashing on the back of Ember’s neck, something indistinct that looked similar to a fire. Her intuition was warning her that whatever it was, it was powerful and dangerous.

Ember felt like the entire world was spinning. The burning pain became bearable only after she felt a warm and coarse tongue slide over the curve of her neck, bringing much-needed relief to her body. But as if she had reached her limit, the world darkened and she fell unconscious.

The silence of the council hall was eerily tense.

Draven was shocked at what he had seen- the fire images flashed in his mind when he was marking her, but he didn’t show it on his face and calmly licked the blood off his lips as if he had just finished a meal. He leaned back on his throne, eyeing the two red dots on the side of her neck that represented his mark.

Holding her unconscious body carefully in his embrace, Draven raised his head to look at the flabbergasted expressions of his subjects.

They had witnessed their king marking the human girl. What were they going to say? They couldn’t even begin to accept what just happened. It was too ridiculous to think it was an illusion.

For the longest time, no one could say a word.