The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 99

His heart beat faster with the thought of his mate being nearby. Even before he could deal with it, he heard the sound of wings approaching.

Hoot!

Midnight let out a loud hoot that conveyed the message that Draven had already guessed. The owl landed at the branch of a tree near his master and hooted again, only to get a displeased glare from the red-eyed man.

Not even a minute later, Erlos came to Draven. “Sire, Elder Leeora and Miss Ember returned to the palace.”

Draven acted calm and replied with a nonchalant “hmm.”

With each passing second, the mild fragrance of jasmines continued to assault his senses.

Erlos didn’t notice how the King was struggling to keep his composure. The young elf was filled with curiosity by the sudden return of two women who had left the palace just a while ago.

“Elder Leeora wished to speak with you. Shall I send her here or make them wait in the study?”

“Send Leeora here,” Draven instructed.

Erlos left with a bow, and soon, Leeora arrived at the garden by herself. Meanwhile, Erlos led the human girl to the King’s study.

Leeora stopped on one side where the King was standing and politely greeted him as usual.

“What is it that brought you back here?” Draven asked with a bland tone.

“Sire, an unexpected issue arose and it seems like Ember can no longer stay in Ronan,” she informed him with a heavy sigh.

He turned his face to one side to look at Leeora. “Issue?”

Leeora nodded. “Yes, Sire. The situation is like this…” She narrated what happened when they entered the elf city up until they eventually reached their houses.

Draven listened quietly and turned to face Leeora with a frown. “So you think it is because of her?”

“Yes, Sire. The tree spirits behave like this when there is a threat to their existence, and the thing that they fear the most is fire.”

“So…” Draven stopped as he sensed a certain gaze on him. He turned his face towards the direction of the corridor, only to meet gazes with the owner of the most beautiful pair of green eyes.

Caught staring, she immediately averted her gaze and continued to walk with her head lowered, unconsciously moving closer to the silver-haired elf escorting her.

Draven continued to stare at his mate as he spoke, “So you are convinced her elemental constitution is fire.”

“Yes, Sire. Or else, there is no other explanation for such a strange incident.”

He nodded and looked back at Leeora who continued to speak her thoughts, “That also means she can’t stay in Ronan anymore. Of course, we can have her live in the other cities, but there is no reason to go through all the trouble of having her adapt elsewhere when we can keep her here with you, Sire.”

Draven agreed as there was no way he would allow his mate to stay somewhere else. He allowed her to stay in Ronan because it was Ember’s wish to stay with Leeora. Also, Draven knew she would be safe among the Wood Elves who are known for their friendly and peaceful nature.

“She will live in the palace from now on,” Draven confirmed.

Leeora was not surprised as she knew this would exactly be the King’s decision.

After Leeora separated from Ember to talk with the King, Erlos escorted Ember towards the King’s study. While walking along the corridor, Ember was following Leeora with her eyes up until the elf reached the King who was standing in the garden.

Though he was at a distance with his back facing her, she could easily recognize that tall black-haired man with a strong dignified presence.

‘Elder Leeora is right. The more I look at him, the less he seems to be a bad person.’

Before, just the thought of him was enough to scare her, but now, even though she was boldly staring at him, she no longer felt frightened. She still found him intimidating, but there was also growing curiosity in her gaze. Unknown to her, she was openly staring at him without even blinking.

All of a sudden, Draven turned to one side to face Leeora, and his side profile became visible to Ember. She clutched at her chest, thinking that perhaps she had gotten used to his presence, and cheered at the fact that she was no longer scared of him.

‘Elder says to give him a chance because she seems to be friends with the King. I think Morpheus also thinks the same. I wonder if the Elder, Morpheus and the King are all friends…’