The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 98

Just as Leeora approached Ember, someone happened to come to her side at the same time, accompanied with the loud flapping of the wings. Ember smiled as she recognized the one who arrived. As his majestic grey wings folded into his back and became a feathery cape, his lips donned their trademark lopsided smirk.

Morpheus noticed Ember was wearing a fancy dress, a far cry from the simple cotton dresses elves prefer that made up her wardrobe.

“Hey, little female. You are looking good in your new dress.”

“Thank you,” she replied shyly.

“Morph, what brought you here today?” Leeora asked.

“I happened to be flying above when I saw the tree spirits acting weird so I came down to check.” He continued to look at the surrounding trees which were still restless. “Did something happen to scare them?”

“Seems like it but we’re still looking into the cause,” Leeora replied, hiding her guess for now.

Leeora didn’t wish to say it in front of Ember that it was her presence that caused this. She knew Ember would not understand the reason as she herself seemed unaware about the power residing inside her. If Ember had an inkling of her abilities, she probably wouldn’t be acting this weak and helpless.

‘Moreover, I don’t want to make her feel bad,’ was Leeora’s honest thought.

“Do you need my help?” Morpheus offered.

Leeora shook her head. “This matter, we Wood Elves can solve on our own.”

“Oh, of course. I shouldn’t meddle over your kind’s internal concerns, but do let me know if there’s anything I can do. As you can see, an idle man like me has plenty of time to waste.”

Leeora merely smiled. “We will. For now, let me take Ember back to the palace. With the tree spirits acting strangely for unknown reasons, I worry for her safety.”

Hearing those words surprised Morpheus. Even Ember turned to Leeora with a bewildered expression. “Palace? I have to go back there?”

“Yes, dear,” Leeora said as she thought of an excuse. “Other than Ronan, that is the only safe place for you. This situation, I need to oversee it as a High Elder, and I will be too busy to take care of your needs.”

“But I…”

Seeing her reluctance, Morpheus asked, “Are you still scared of that red-eyed man, little female?”

She didn’t admit it as the red-eyed man was her saviour but said, “I like it here more.”

“Hmm, we know that, but for now, you should listen to Leeora. I would have taken you to my home but that is not a good idea,” he said. “At least, you are familiar with the palace.”

Morpheus tried to convince her as he also agreed with Leeora that the palace was the safest place for her. She was now Draven’s mate–it was reasonable for her to permanently live there. In fact, he found it kind of amusing how Draven naively thought sending her away was a good thing.

“And trust me, you will like the palace the longer you stay,” he assured.