The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 359

Inside the Spirit Circle, the three old witches resumed lounging within the drawing room, silently doing their own things, as if nothing had happened. But from time to time, Maria and Glinda would throw curious glances towards Thala who acted as if she didn't know what these two were up to.

Maria could no longer bear it in the end.

"Thala, what did you talk about with Commander Morpheus?"

"It was nothing."

"C'mon, you don't need to hide it from us. We are sisters," Glinda insisted.

"Don't nose in on another person's private matters. If you are allowed to know, he would have requested to see us three, not only me, but he didn't, did he?"

"He must have thought your help alone is enough, but three heads are better than one, isn't it? Burdens should be shared among us. Don't keep it to yourself, you hag. We will do our best to help as well."

Rather than wise grandmothers, Glinda and Maria were acting like silly little girls burning with curiosity.

"If I tell you two, you two will never support me and will instead stop me. Which I don't want."

The witches turned quiet, their heads trying to come up with their own individual guesses.

"Hmm? An arrangement with the Commander that we would stop you from doing?"

Glinda looked at the plump witch suspiciously. "Is the Commander planning to commit an act he should not?"

"Ugh, I am hungry. Both of you better start cooking and doing chores, as you have promised." Thala stood up. "I'll be in my room. Call for me when the food is ready."

"Thala, what is it? What did that man ask you to do? Don't tell us you are going to partake in dishonorable business? With your energy core broken, if you attempt to unleash a destructive spell—"

"—that I may lose my life?" Thala smiled, but her smiling face was uglier than a crying one. "If it means I will be satisfied before I die, then I think I did something good. After all, the most befitting end for the Witch of Destruction is to not die of old age in bed."

Glinda and Maria didn't get good feelings about this.

"Thala, be honest. What did the Commander ask of you?" Glinda asked, her expression serious. "If he asked you to use your powers despite knowing your circumstances, I will have to personally step in and prevent you from doing whatever it is, even if I have to ask Cornelia that young lass to help out. There is no war that will need your powers now."

"Who says there is no war?" Thala sneered. "There is always war going on, one way or another. Sometimes, that war includes armies and causes chaos, while sometimes, it only includes individuals and it goes on silently without any noise. Not every kind of war can be seen—who says one's mind cannot be a battlefield? Who says there is no battle just because one cannot see? An individual need not let those around him know how he fights to put an end to that war."

"That individual is the Commander?" Maria mumbled. "What kind of war is he going to put an end to?"

"Not just him. Are we not all individuals fighting our own wars? This time, I wish to put an end to the war inside my mind as well, one which I have been fighting against for more than a century. I now have an opportunity to put an end to that hatred."