The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 496

As Rhian was preparing to leave the next day, he wished to meet Cornelia one last time. He made his way to Draven's study and expressed his desire to meet the head of the witch clan.

Draven looked at him for a long moment, his gaze sharp and scrutinizing. Rhian stood firm, as if silently stating he was asking for nothing unreasonable.

After a pause, Draven called for his aide. "Erlos, take Prince Rhian to the witch clan, and let Lady Cornelia know I have sent him personally to meet her."

He wanted to ensure Cornelia wouldn't turn Rhian away.

"Yes, Sire," Erlos replied, then turned to Rhian. "Prince Rhian, please come with me."

Erlos arranged two horses for their journey. As he helped ready the mounts, he explained, "The witch clan isn't far from here, so horse riding is the most suitable way to travel. I hope your injury no longer troubles you."

"It's alright," Rhian replied, climbing onto a strong brown stallion.

As they rode, Rhian asked, "You're an elf… do you also hate humans?"

"I do," Erlos answered without hesitation.

"But you've been polite toward me. You never once acted like you hated me. Is it because I'm Ember's brother?" he asked curiously.

"Yes. And also because I can see that you're not a bad person. You protected her — at the cost of your own life."

Rhian hummed thoughtfully. "If you weren't coming with me on horseback, would you have used your powers to go to the witch clan?"

"Yes."

"You can teleport using magic?"

"I haven't fully mastered that skill yet," Erlos replied. "But I can run at a speed that's nearly equal to teleportation."

"How?" Rhian asked, clearly intrigued.

"Watch me," Erlos said — and the next instant, he vanished.

Rhian's eyes widened as he saw Erlos reappear far ahead on the path. It had happened in the blink of an eye — a sudden gust of wind, and he was gone.

Then, just as quickly, Erlos disappeared again and reappeared seated calmly on his horse beside Rhian.

"That was you… running?" Rhian asked in disbelief.

"Yes."

"That's incredible."

The two continued their ride toward the witch clan, their conversation flowing with curiosity and growing mutual respect.

Rhian's two knights had been allowed to meet him once, after which they were escorted back to the border territory, where they remained under Logan's orders. They were not permitted to wander elsewhere. All they could do now was wait for their prince to heal so they could leave the kingdom together.

Meanwhile, Rhian and Erlos arrived at the Witch Clan territory, where Erlos led him directly to Cornelia's residence. The witch had already been informed that the prince was coming to meet her under the King's order. Though unwilling, she had no choice but to receive him.

Rhian took in the sight of the wooden cottage — a perfect reflection of its owner. The place was quiet and calming to the mind, elegant to the eyes, and carried a subtle air of pride and mystery.

Silvia stepped out to welcome them and guided them to the drawing room.

Everything inside was crafted from wood, filling the air with a warm, earthy aroma. Rhian noted how everything, though simple in appearance, carried a unique and thoughtful touch. This woman likes things simple… yet distinct, he thought.

"Prince Rhian, I have some other duties to attend to. I'll return shortly," Erlos said before excusing himself.

Silvia smiled politely. "Prince Rhian, please have a seat. Sister Cornelia will be with you shortly."

Rhian settled into one of the wooden chairs. Silvia offered him tea before leaving him alone.

As he took a sip, he heard the sound of someone descending the stairs. He turned to look — and there she was. Cornelia.

Only one thought crossed his mind: Such a graceful lady.

Cornelia met his gaze, and the memory of his previous disrespectful actions toward her came flooding back. She pushed down her displeasure — he was her guest, after all — and walked to take her seat across from him.

"Greetings, Lady Cornelia," Rhian said, placing the teacup back on the table.

He stood, understanding it was time to leave. "By human standards, I've probably lived half my life already. And the remaining half is nothing compared to the long lives of supernaturals… but I will cherish it — with gratitude to the one who brought me back from the brink of death." This соpy соmеs frоm соntеnt оn

"I do hope you live long," she said softly.

He nodded and reached into his pocket. "There's something I want to give you. There may not be another time for us to meet."

He walked over and held out a small, palm-sized rectangular wooden item.

"I enjoy wood carving in my free time," he explained. "It's made of sandalwood — it also keeps the air around pleasant."

Cornelia hesitated for a moment, but with Rhian waiting patiently, she had no choice but to accept it.

She examined the finely carved wooden block, her fingers running over the intricate design: a serene mountain, a flowing river, trees… and a long-haired woman sitting on a rock by the riverside.

It was delicate, elegant — clearly crafted with immense time and care.

This must have taken him many days to carve with such precision…

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