The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 293

As per decorum, Aureus gave a polite greeting towards the King of Agartha and his mate, but Morpheus simply ignored Draven and spoke to Ember with a dismayed smile. "Well, I was thinking of inviting you to join me and Aureus in touring some of the scenic spots you hadn't seen beyond the Forest of the Elves …but…I guess not today."

With this pretty little lady smelling so enticingly sweet, not even Morpheus had the confidence he could resist. He was scared of the beastly instincts inside him.

Seeing how Morpheus changed his plan on his own, Ember realized it was probably due to the smell brought about by her so-called fertile days. Ember was reminded of Draven's instruction of staying away from those of the shapeshifter race.

"Hmm, maybe some other day," Ember agreed. "But then, I already made plans for today so I would have declined. I will be visiting the territory of the witches with Erlos."

"It's good that you are no longer trapped within this stuffy palace." His words were directed to Draven who never took her out of the palace. "Enjoy your trip then. You can come with me some other time. I believe you still enjoy flying more than riding a horse."

"If you wish to visit places with her, then accompany her on horseback, Morpheus." Draven didn't say Ember could not go with Morpheus, but this could only work on the condition that there was no unnecessary skinship between them. Not to mention, he didn't want his mate to grow dependent on flying with another man, much less a beastman at that. She should get used to riding a horse until she grows her magic enough to cast flight spells, though of course, no one knows how many years into the future that would be.

But Morpheus just snorted in derision at Draven's words.

"A Divine Eagle riding a horse? Are you serious?" The man with ash gray hair rubbed his face in disbelief. "I don't know about you, but nature has given my people wings for a reason, and I am determined to stay faithful on using these wings. But then again, a Dragon like you can't understand the joy of stretching your wings to fly, right? Given your ugly gigantic body and wings, the moment you use your beast form, a single wrong flap of your wings can destroy a third of a city."

Draven simply threw him a flat glare that showed him how annoying his nonsense was. "Focus on your nephew who will be leaving soon. You won't want to miss this time with him."

Morpheus smirked. "Sometimes, you happen to say useful things. Anyways, I merely dropped by to inform you that I will be taking care of the issue on the border so you don't have to worry about it. You should be grateful I am in a better mood lately."

Draven merely raised his gloved hand in a dismissive gesture. Morpheus was the Commander of the kingdom's warriors, but ever since he lost his family, he had been neglectful of the less important warrior work and would generally be active during wartime. He was an idler on most days, refusing to deal with his clan elders and oftentimes would simply take afternoon naps among the trees in another territory. It was truly rare for him to volunteer for work he was not responsible for.

Morpheus then looked at Ember, throwing a casual, "Little female, see you then," before winking at her playfully and flying away with Aureus.

When the two eagles flew far enough from the palace, Aureus voiced out something he noticed. "You like that human girl, don't you?"

"One can always recognize one of his own kind," Morpheus replied, "just like how you like the Queen of Megaris."

Aureus didn't reply to the straightforward words of his uncle and merely quietly flew behind him. Morpheus said nothing as well; if not him, who else could understand Aureus' situation? It was truly a farce of fate for this pair of uncle and nephew to share similar pains.

After some time of them flying without exchanging a single word, Aureus cleared his throat. "Where are we going today?"

"At the westernmost region of the kingdom. It's the border between the human territory and the territory of the elves. These days, the humans living there have been creating trouble just because the soon-to-be queen of this kingdom is a human being."

"I don't think such an internal matter of this kingdom should be shown to a guest?"

"You speak as if you're an outsider," Morpheus scoffed. "I wish you to see how things work here since Agartha is the land you will return to in future."

Aureus didn't agree nor deny this suggestive remark. It didn't take them long to land on a side of a cliff that bordered the edge of the thick abundant forest, a natural fortress made of trees and rocks seemingly interlinked with magic. If one were human, they would have difficulty distinguishing the fortress from the rest of the forest from a distance.

Just as the two eagles landed, warriors donning appearances that hinted their clans and origins left their guard posts and greeted Morpheus and Aureus.

The men saluted Morpheus.

"Greetings, Commander Morpheus."

And then, while the others bowed, for those with wings on their backs, they knelt in front of Aureus.

"We welcome the Lord of the Feathered Races, Divine Eagle Aureus."

Aureus was shocked; not only because he learned something new about his easygoing uncle, but also because he found not only shapeshifters, even other races treated him like a king.