The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 344

Since Erlos was still in Ronan, when Morpheus arrived at the palace, he went straightway to the King's study. If he had come earlier, he would have returned empty-handed since the King of Agartha was not in the palace, but fortunately, he came with perfect timing. It just so happened that Draven had also just recently returned from a trip outside of Agartha. One could even see the dust on his boots and outer coat.

When Morpheus opened the door of the King's study, Draven was not surprised, calmly waiting for the eagle as he had already sensed his arrival. Seeing his travel-worn appearance, Morpheus raised a brow.

"Seems like, at least this time, you have returned with something useful about my sister," Morpheus commented as he walked inside as if he was the owner of the place.

Draven was standing by his desk, gazing down at the object he brought back with him from outside. Morpheus's gaze was similarly fixed on that shiny object placed on the table. With a few quick steps, he was directly in front of the desk, and picked it up with a look of disbelief and pleasant surprise in his shaking eyes.

A feather.

A golden feather.

An eagle's golden feather.

It was small, somewhat withered, but from the weak traces of magic, he knew who it could belong to. There was turmoil in his mind but he acted calm. "Did you bring it with you from the other side of the continent?"

"Hmm," was what Draven said, and walked to the other side of the desk to sit on his chair. Using his powers to teleport was part of his daily routine, but to use it repeatedly on such long distances covering half the continent for several days finally took a toll on him. He had exhausted too much of his energy, and it was visible in his tired-looking eyes.

"Myra's, right?" Morpheus could not construct any more words.

"Only proves Zaria has a Divine Golden Eagle in captivity. If there are no other living golden eagles, then if that is not Aureus', that means it's indeed Myra's feather," Draven replied calmly.

Morpheus further observed that small golden feather with a heavy heart as he mumbled, "This?" He rubbed tiny red dirt on the tip of the feather with his fingers as anger rose inside him. "Dried blood?"

Both men knew that if a divine beast were taken prisoner by a Black Witch, the chances of death weren't low, and to be simply injured was already a fortunate thing. But, neither of them wanted to imagine any harm happening to Myra. Draven chose not to say anything more as it would only be painful to listen.

"Where did you get it?" Morpheus asked and then stared at Draven. Now that he took time to observe, Draven had the smell of blood coming off his body. "Did you discover their hiding place? Did you catch anyone from their group?"

"I killed a wizard," he admitted. "Sooner or later, they will find out about his disappearance."

"What! That wasn't what we planned!" Morpheus felt panicked inside. "Shouldn't you be only investigating? Why did you fight? What if they suspect you are pursuing them and run away? What if we cannot find Myra?"

"We have time," Draven responded the composure in his voice a direct contrast to Morpheus. "Zaria Lynx is in Thevailes, her hands full with the impending war with Megaris. By the time they find out about that wizard, our preparations are complete. And about that plan, I am scrapping it. We must separate Myra from that witch as soon as possible."

Morpheus was relieved to hear this, but he could not help but ask, "No longer waiting for the King of Megaris?" _{freewēbnoveℓ.com}

Draven shook his head. "We do not know when the King of Megaris would be available. There is no use in waiting. We have to get her back even if it's just one second earlier. I don't wish to let her suffer more."

Though Morpheus approved of this new plan, he could not help but look at the red-eyed man with a doubtful gaze. "Are you sure that is the only reason? You are the kind who never changes his decision once made and that too without having a proper plan."

"I simply don't wish to let her continue suffering," Draven answered as he closed his eyes.

As much as Morpheus worried for his sister, he felt something was troubling Draven as well. "Did something happen?"

"Hmm." Draven nodded.

"What? You can tell me."