The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 278

The black-haired dragon looked at him without a change in expression, and Morpheus could not understand what that annoyingly indifferent look meant. Was that a yes? A no? Probably a 'no', for if Myra had truly returned, then this Black Dragon would not be wasting time like this. His excitement was then replaced with disappointment and annoyance.

"You are wasting my time," he scowled as he turned away from him. "Get your royal self back to your palace." _{fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com}

But Draven spoke again, as if not minding Morpheus' reaction. "A guest arrived today from one of the kingdoms from the other side of the continent."

Morpheus rolled his eyes. "Doesn't concern me--"

"He is a young golden eagle around a century old."

Morpheus stiffened. He felt like he heard something wrong. He quickly looked at Draven with his gray eyes filled with questions.

"That golden eagle is your nephew," Draven added. "He is Myra's son."

Morpheus seemingly forgot to breathe as he wordlessly stared at Draven.

Draven looked back at him, his firm gaze reassuring the eagle that he spoke no lie.

'My sister's son...? That means Myra is...Myra is...'

Morpheus felt a sudden surge of emotions and felt his heart pounding so hard, it was a struggle for him to breathe. His gray eyes turned moist and his throat felt choked as sounds between a laugh and a sob escaped his lips. He didn't know how to react to this. So many decades...more than a century had passed without news of his little sister.

No one probably felt the agony of waiting more than Morpheus. Waiting for a loved one without knowing whether your patience would be rewarded. Hoping despite the loneliness of being alone. Expecting even though his wish might or might not be answered.

Vaguely waiting, wishing, hoping that he would be reunited with his sister in some distant future...

In an instant, Morpheus was on his feet, his majestic gray wings spread behind him as if he would fly any second now. "Myra, my sister, where is she? Why didn't you bring her here?!"

The joy on Morpheus' face was so genuine, Draven knew his next words would break his heart. Yet he did not keep the truth from him.

"Only her son came to Agartha."

"What! Why...Why is she not here? T-Then where is she?"

One could see the agitation on the warrior's body. His voice shook and his body trembled as he spoke.

'If she had sent her son, then she should have come as well unless...' Morpheus' mind started to come up with various alarming thoughts.

"Calm down. Listen to me first," Draven told him.

It only made Morpheus more panicked. "First, tell me if Myra is fine."

Draven sighed. "Will you even hear my words in your current state?"

"Why are you not answering--"

"Sit down, Morpheus, and listen to me calmly," Draven flatly told him. "There is a situation I need to explain to you, and the chances are high that we will get to meet Myra soon."

Not having any other option, Morpheus let out a sigh, barely able to calm himself. As a warrior, he knew that letting himself be ruled by emotions would get himself killed in the battlefield. He was normally composed...but this was about his sister. It was difficult.