The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 80

“Yes, Your Majesty, how could you waste that chance for a mere human?”

“That poor girl…”

Draven sighed inwardly as these people had already concluded that this human would die. Even he didn’t understand why he went this far to test her, but this was his decision and he would stick with it. Not like he wished to have a mate, so it was fine to use this chance on testing this human.

Seeing the expression of the King growing cold, Halifax intervened. “Your Majesty truly broadened our horizons today. Then, as we have all agreed, let us wait for the outcome of this human girl and postpone the conclusion of this meeting until next time.”

The others also smartly stepped back. Ineth sighed, “If she lives then she is a human so special she’s above anyone of her kind and deserves a unique treatment, and if she dies, then…regardless, the issue with the Fae borders will be resolved.”

Leeora had a complicated look in her eyes as she stared at the girl in the King’s arms.

“Sire, if Ember is truly not an ordinary human and is worthy enough to survive, then…what will Sire do?”

Draven had thought about it already—what if she survived this bond?

His response held no emotion. “If she survives it, she will continue living in Ronan.”

Leeora opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but she was unable to say it. The Fairy Queen asked the question in her stead.

“Your Majesty, we are aware that this kind of mark is not yet whole, erm, proper…” She coughed in embarrassment. “That the mark is not fully formed until…well, you two…b-but if she survives, won’t she be His Majesty’s destined one?”

“That we will see if she survives,” Draven answered, not willing to hear any more questions. “This meeting is adjourned.”

With Draven’s dismissal, no one dared to say another word.

He stood up carrying Ember in his arms and the council members rose from their seats to bow. The red-eyed man strode out of that council hall with his silver-haired servant hastily following him. Until they disappeared from sight, everyone could only quietly stare at their king and the pitiful human girl in his arms.

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After Draven left the council hall, the other council members left as well with many questions and doubts in their minds. They could still not get over the shock over what their king had done. The result of this council meeting was far from what they imagined. Not even in their wildest dreams could these people guess this was the solution their king had thought of.

Among these people, there were three people who had additional concerns with them.

Leeora of the Wood Elves, Cornelia the Witch and the Divine Eagle Morpheus.

Leeora always trusted Draven’s decisions even if he never liked to explain it to anyone. However, she was shaken today. She believed that Draven was not the kind of person who would act without reason.

Yet she worried for Ember.

Of course, she still chose to trust the King. She knew, even if he hated humans and had no care towards Ember, he would not push an innocent human to the death. Perhaps there was more to Ember that made the King believe she would survive his marking…

Meanwhile, the Head of the Witches remained in a daze, rooted in her seat within the council hall even after others had left. She was thinking about what she had seen, unable to wrap her head over the terrifyingly vast power she caught a glimpse of coming from that human girl.

All along, their prediction was right. Ember was not just an ordinary human, but a unique human they had never encountered before.

When his uncle gestured for them to leave, Morpheus slowly followed him out of the hall. He remained silent, finding what he witnessed hard to digest. When he saw Draven taking Ember with him, he found himself growing upset and worried for her safety, unlike before when he could throw her in danger and even laugh about it.