The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 286

The two men talked for a while on what to do next and walked out of the study. Just as they stepped out of the hallway, Draven's and Logan's ears caught the noise of wings flapping.

"They are here," Draven spoke as they looked in the direction of the garden where the two eagle shapeshifters landed.

Noticing their presence, Morpheus and Aureus approached them. Draven was the King of Agartha, so it was only proper for them to greet him, and it applied more to Aureus who was an envoy from another kingdom.

The entire time, Logan's eyes were fixed at Aureus. Unknown to him, his fists were clenched at his sides. It was difficult to deny that this young eagle was related to Myra as he could clearly see Myra's image in him. He looked young but dignified and capable. Such a handsome and divine being could only be Myra's son.

Aureus properly greeted Draven while Morpheus didn't bother to pay any heed to that, and instead, introduced Aureus to Logan.

"Aureus, meet Logan. He is the next leader of the White Tiger clan and one of the greatest warriors of Agartha. He is also one of the old acquaintances of your mother."

Aureus admired the strong appearance of the white-haired man who looked to be the same age as his uncle. He offered him a light bow to greet him which Logan accepted with a complicated heart. However, his face showed none of his emotions, and his response was short but civil. "Nice to meet you, Divine Eagle Aureus."

"Nice to meet you too, Mister Logan."

"Are you here after hearing that Myra's son is here?" Morpheus asked Logan.

"Hmm, something like that," Logan replied curtly.

Draven changed the subject. "Aureus, you must be tired after being outside the entire day. You should rest."

Aureus nodded and Erlos appeared there as if he already got Draven's message.

The King of Agartha continued, "Erlos, escort the guest back to his room."

"Just in time, I had the kitchen prepare a hearty meal for our eagle friend."

It was almost evening, and since Aureus arrived, he had only a single meal before leaving the palace with Morpheus.

The young elf then guided the young eagle's way inside the palace, leaving the three old acquaintances behind.

"Shall we go somewhere?" Logan offered and the other two agreed.

The next moment, all three disappeared from there, only to appear at the top of a random mountain, away from others in order to have a private conversation.

A Dragon, a Divine Eagle and a White Tiger.

Among these three men, none of them had a carefree expression on his face.

"Had fun with your nephew?" Logan asked after a bout of silence.

"I did, but it would have been even better if my sister was there with us," Morpheus said and he was glaring at Draven when he spoke the next words. "Thanks to someone, I lost her."

Draven as usual ignored his remark and looked away towards the sky. The sun had descended to the point the sky was starting to show a hint of orange. His action, of course, provoked Morpheus even more. "See, the guilty one doesn't want to hear the truth."

"We are not here to do the blame game, Morph," Logan commented. "We need to have a serious discussion--"

"Serious discussion? How my sister had to bear all that, is that not something serious to discuss about?" Morpheus crossed his arms over his chest as his hand was itching to throw a punch towards someone's face. "No one talks about it as everyone is scared to offend our great king but I am not scared of him. See that? He keeps quiet because he knows he was at fault. Everything happened because of him." He sneered towards Draven. "Look at me, or will you still ignore what I am saying?"

Draven turned to look at him. "I cannot turn back time."

The furious Morpheus knocked his hands away. "Exactly." He then turned his eyes back on the expressionless Draven. "At that time, you were acting like you were not interested in any female, like you would never have a mate worthy of you...but why do you have a mate now? What made you change your mind suddenly? If you only gave my sister a chance... _{freewebnøvel.com}