The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 85

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Draven remained in his study for a while, thinking about the discoveries he had that day. After some time, he felt the need to check on the human who he had marked.

He was about to get up from his armchair but then paused midway.

‘No need to check on her. Not like I can help her survive this bond. She agreed to put herself on the brink of life and death so I am not responsible for her.’ He tried to resist the urge to go and check on her but the more he tried the more he felt restless. ‘It’s not me, it’s the effect of marking her that is compelling me to check on her. I don’t care even if she dies or survives.’

He tried to convince himself again and again but there was no use. In the end, he still stood up. ‘It’s this damn bond, not me.’

In a blink of an eye, he found himself inside his dark bedchamber.

Although he glanced at the thing in his bed, Draven’s focus was on something else as his ears twitched a little. Using his sharp senses, he captured even the smallest sounds in his surroundings, from the soft footsteps of the palace servants to the rustling of leaves in the garden below his chamber.

The target he’s searching for seemed nowhere to be found.

After a few moments, he nodded to himself, satisfied and assured that nothing annoying was within the near vicinity. The next second, all the thick, heavy curtains were pushed aside to brighten up the entire chamber with sunlight and the windows themselves opened, letting the fresh air fill the chamber.

Only then did Draven take a proper look at the frail body lying in his bed, covered in the blanket that he used himself. A sudden warmth covered his heart. He didn’t feel anything was wrong with the human girl lying in his bed, as if that was how it should have always been.

It was the exact opposite of how he felt after he brought her back from that human kingdom called Valor.

‘It’s this damn bond, not me,’ he repeated to himself.

He walked towards her but remained by her bedside, simply observing her face. She was in a deep sleep, her scarred skin looking pale while her thin lips were colourless and dry with fine cracks on them. It had only been a few hours since the meeting concluded, yet she looked much weaker than before, as if her vitality was being sucked by something.

His cold red eyes suddenly flickered, showing a subtle change in his emotions, but it didn’t last as the next moment, he felt deep anger brew inside him.

‘This scent!’

He smelled something that made his insides flare-up.

Morpheus’s scent was still on Ember’s body as he was the one to bring her to the palace with him. Smelling his scent on her reminded Draven of how intimate the two looked together. In a normal setting, this tiny detail shouldn’t have bothered him this much, but now, it was different.

Draven clenched his fists and his jaw tightened.

“Erlos!”

His angered voice echoed within the King’s chamber, and as if on cue, the door opened with a flustered silver-haired elf hurrying to enter.

“Do you need anything, Sire?” he asked politely.

The way Draven called for Erlos, that icy voice that could terrify children to tears, signified more than just a foul mood. Erlos understood something had happened to anger his master. He took a peek at Draven who was glaring at the unconscious human in the middle of his bed.

Soon after, a group of female servants arrived in the chamber along with Erlos, carrying the necessary stuff needed to execute the King’s order. The female servants entered nervously, some were carrying fresh clothes for a lady, while the rest brought a new set of blanket and bed sheet to change the spread on that large canopy bed. _{freewebnøvel.coɱ}