The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 346

Inside the King's study.

Due to their agreement yesterday, Morpheus' return would entail that not only the council members, even the leaders of the cities had to coordinate with the Commander of Warriors. That was why despite it being early in the morning, Draven had summoned the necessary people who needed to know he had handed over the matters related to the security of the kingdom to Morpheus.

"The number of warriors who will be in patrol on land and in the air—"

"They must take this route and switch shifts—"

"About the ongoing strife between the humans and the elves at the border, the bare minimum manpower—"

"Have the witches strengthen the protective formation—"

Hours later, their discussion finally came to an end and everyone inside the study was dismissed. A certain shapeshifter stayed back until only two people were left inside the room.

"I plan to visit my friend before leaving," Morpheus said in a casual manner, the serious expression he wore earlier already shifting into a carefree one. His tone implied he wasn't particularly asking permission, but more like simply notifying Draven who had returned to sit in his chair behind the desk.

"Go ahead," was all Draven replied as he read the documents the people from earlier handed for him to review.

Morpheus left the study but instead of walking through the hallway, he flew out of the building. To his surprise, Ember was standing in the balcony of her study and she seemed to look bored. He could have gone to visit her by letting a servant inform her of his arrival, but that would be too dull. It was still more entertaining to visit her his usual way, randomly, surprising her with his appearance when she least expected it.

Though her scent would affect him, he was determined to control himself. The matter he was meeting her for was much more important- her safety and stopping something hurtful from happening.

As planned, his sudden landing on her balcony made her nearly jump in surprise.

"What—-Morph! Ugh, you scared me!"

As she complained, she kept her hand on her chest to calm her heart.

"The Queen of this kingdom can't be this delicate," he commented as his majestic wings folded behind his back. "Tsk, scared by nothing."

"I am not scared, just surprised, and I am not a queen," she frowned.

"Not officially yet but you will be soon," he said and walked towards her. "What are you doing here spacing out?"

"Just thinking," she replied with a pout, her expression seemingly saying, 'You made me mad so I won't tell you.'

"Oh, is that so? Will you tell me what you are thinking about?"

Seeing the familiar lopsided smirk on his face, she grumbled under her breath. In the end, she let out a sigh and looked the shapeshifter in the eye. "Morph, is it fine for me to try to find my identity?"

This question puzzled him for a moment. "Of course. There is nothing wrong with it. In fact, it is a logical thing to do, but why are you curious about it so suddenly?"

Morpheus was aware of her lack of interest in her past. She was content embracing her identity as 'Ember Aramis, mate of the King of Agartha' and living her life forward. For Ember, only a single woman, her nanny, mattered to her about her past.

At the same time, he was also aware of her real identity: a royal princess from a human kingdom. Because her parents had abandoned her, she was forced to live a life like that of a beggar, scraping food for survival, instead of being pampered and showered by luxury as per her birthright. Morpheus could not help but worry about the impact of the truth to this pure and naive girl.

Unaware of his complex thoughts, Ember showed him the token she was gripping in her hand. "This…This made me want to find out about my identity. This doesn't look like any ordinary token, isn't it?"

"You are right."

Ember fiddled with the token, her head lowered as she studied the engraving on the jade.

"I've been thinking a lot," she started slowly, as if distracted. "At first, I just wanted to know who I am. But the more I thought, the more questions I had.

"Why did my nanny refuse to give me a name? If I'm no one, why do I have this token? Who are my parents? Are they still alive? Do I have a family? Maybe siblings?"

As she voiced her thoughts, more words spilled out from her, years of accumulated grievance.