The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 259

Chapter 259 Decision To Send Her Away

“The decision has been made. Gregor, you will go with my knights this very instant and leave your daughter there.”

“Father, I won’t—”

“I am giving you the chance to see her for the last time. Regardless if it is you or even the servants, I do not care as long as that cursed child is left on that mountain.”

Just as he was about to dismiss his son, he recalled something.

“By my name as the King of Valor, I decree that after leaving that cursed child in the haunted mountain, you are to immediately report back to me and will not be allowed to set foot on that mountain ever again.”

Gregor knew he had to listen to his father. Like a puppet with its strings pulled, he stood up carrying the little princess in his arms. He could only hope that another miracle would occur—since she was not meant to die now, then she would continue to survive till the end.

The King then ordered his loyal men to escort the Crown Prince and make sure he accomplished the duty assigned to him. Gregor’s way out was led by the knights, leaving Shanel free to withdraw from the throne hall as well.

‘There is only one thing I can do.’

Shanel knew she could not openly defy the King’s order but she could do something to protect the princess. It was something she had already thought about as soon as the princess was born.

‘I must hide the child away from the King’s eyes.’

As she walked out of the throne hall, she happened to see her husband’s guardian knight, Taylor, who was waiting outside as he was not allowed to accompany the Crown Prince. As if he understood something from Shanel’s gaze, he let her leave first and went the other way.

Shanel’s lady-in-waiting was relieved to see the Crown Princess safe and sound, and she hurried to her side. As they walked away, Shanel talked to her in a low voice, “Have you done what I had asked you to?”

“Yes, Your Highness. Due to the chaotic situation here, no one paid attention when I sent our servant there.”

“Where is she?”

“Waiting for you. Please let me lead the way.”

The lady-in-waiting took her to an unfamiliar path within the palace walls, inevitably ending inside one room seemingly forgotten by time. The room was dark and filled with old stuff lining the shelves, and if not for the small lamp held by her companion, it was impossible to see anything amidst the darkness.

Behind one of the wooden shelves stood a woman wearing a long dark robe with a hood to hide her face. The moment Shanel reached her, the woman bowed and pulled the hood up.

It was a woman in her early thirties who had a number of scars on her skin which looked freshly healed. She even had a small brand on her right cheek which was left behind by a hot iron. If an outsider were to see that brand, they would have been scared— that was the mark left behind by the authorities of the kingdom on those suspected of practicing witchcraft, which was a serious offense punishable by death.

“Gaia,” Shanel called out towards the branded woman, “you say I am your benefactor because I have saved your life. I believe you will keep your words of paying me back for that debt of gratitude.”