The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 335

In the middle of the day, Draven appeared in a certain peaceful grove within the land of the witches. It was a village so small, one would be able to count the number of houses with their fingers, and the people living there did not even exceed thirty.

It was the village that belonged to the Black Witches, an isolated village where not only their fellow White Witches, even the other residents of Agartha turn a blind eye to, pretending as if it does not exist. A village where only Black WItches lived.

After the war a century ago, the number of Black Witches living in Agartha decreased to the point they were threatened to extinction. While most of them died in the war, many followed Zaria Lynx to flee into hiding, and the rest left the kingdom, unable to bear the shame caused by their own people betraying the kingdom to side with the wicked humans.

The pitiful few who chose to remain carried the stigma of the betrayal, and despite their innocence, they were discriminated against by other supernatural beings.

In fact, due to the rage of the people, the council had put forward that all Black Witches were to be banished from the kingdom. It was simply the grace of the King that allowed them to remain living in Agartha, and in the end, the council members chose to accept this decree from the King.

However, their existence was only a little better than the humans living at the border of the kingdom. The only difference between Black Witches and them was that the Black Witches were treated as proper citizens, allowed to roam freely inside any territories within the kingdom while human beings were not allowed to do so.

When one entered their village, one could see they didn't live a luxurious life like the White Witches. Their cottages were rather quaint, poor even, and their streets mostly barren except from the fowls and other small animals raised by the witches themselves. There was not even a single merchant as other races tried to keep distance from them. If a stranger was to see this village, one would think its residents were mere farmers and laborers, living a simple honest lifestyle in the countryside.

Draven appeared in front of a cottage that was bigger than the majority of houses in the villages which looked like small huts. The cottage was not lavish and it had no fencing, but it had a sturdy and well-maintained appearance.

The moment Draven appeared, it caught the attention of the people working nearby, and they immediately dropped whatever they were doing to pay their respects to the King.

One middle-aged witch wearing an ordinary long black dress came to him. "Greetings, Your Majesty."

"I am here to visit Zelda," she heard the King's dignified voice say.

"Please come inside, Your Majesty. I will inform Sister Zelda."

She led Draven's way inside the cottage after instructing others to resume their work. Draven followed her inside towards a small drawing room. Similar to the humble outward appearance of the cottage, the insides were equally simple as well, with nothing more than the most basic things needed for living. There were no lavish decorations or any magical artifacts kept on the shelves, but there were quite a number of woodcarvings on display, as if to show how the house owner passes her idle time.

"Please have a seat, Your Majesty," the woman said as she gestured towards the only armchair meant for the host, as aside from that, there was only a small couch available meant to receive guests. It was the best seat that they could offer for someone of his status.

After welcoming the King, the woman disappeared behind the curtains hanging on the doorway to enter another room.

Draven heard the woman talking to the owner of the house. "Sister Zelda, His Majesty..."

"I'll be out in a while, Ursula," an older woman's voice replied.

The woman named Ursula came back to the drawing room. "Your Majesty, please make yourself comfortable while I make tea for you." Not waiting for Draven's reply, she disappeared to go to another room.