The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 328

In the middle of the night, at the residence of Cornelia Grimm, the Head of the Witches.

The beautiful red-haired witch was in her bed, but instead of being in a peaceful sleep, she was restlessly tossing among her sheets. Her face wore a pained expression and her breathing shallow, her fine brows knitted on her forehead that was glistening with sweat. Her hands were clutching and tugging on the bedsheet as if she was struggling to be released from a terrible nightmare.

A rain of petals… camellia flowers…

A solemn graveyard…

Red blood flowing… someone was stabbed…

"No, no…don't…" she continued to mumble in her sleep.

The energy emitting her body was getting stronger and—

"No!"

Smash!

Shatter!

Her entire chamber turned into a chaotic mess as the vases on the table and bottles on the shelves burst into shattered pieces, waking Cornelia from her sleep. She sat up in her bed with her face looking utterly shocked, her breathing ragged as if she had gone through a hard time.

"Death?" she breathed heavily, and unknown to her, hot tears were rolling down from her eyes. "S-Someone…is going to die…someone….going…to die…" she continued mumbling and clutched on her chest as its pounding hurt. Tears continued to roll down her pale cheeks, her gaze still seeing the ominous premonition she had.

Sensing the commotion, two young witches hurried towards Cornelia's chamber. The sound of explosions was rather common for a witch when one was doing experiments in the workroom, but this time, Silvia and Talia were alarmed by the sudden outburst of powers from their Head's bedchamber.

Inside the chamber, everything was a mess, broken glass shards were on the floor and along with pottery fragments and other unknown liquids mixed together. Even the lamps were destroyed, and it would have been pitch black inside had it not been for the feeble moonlight streaming in from the direction of the broken windows.

Amidst the ruined room, Cornelia remained seated in bed. Her appearance resembled that of a ghost, pale with large vacant eyes as her body rocked back and forth while talking to herself.

"My Lady!" the servants called out as they hurried to reach her side, "are you alright?"

"What happened?"

"Are you hurt? Can you hear us?"

"M-My lady, your eyes are bleeding! Tears of blood…Did you see something?"

"...Someone is going to die," Cornelia mumbled as her eyes stared into oblivion.

The two servants felt scared to hear her ominous words. Being apprentice witches under Cornelia's direct tutelage, they were aware that if the Head Witch had such a vivid vision then there is no way it was but a simple dream. It was a premonition of a future, and the chance of it being wrong was non-existent.

However, the message of her vision wasn't the most important for them at the moment. It would be detrimental to Cornelia's mental state if she was unable to extricate herself from her dream. They had to bring her back to her senses.