The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 360

She was not sure the magic did its function, but she decided to wait for a while to see if Morpheus would appear after hearing the whistle.

Several minutes passed by without any signs of his arrival. It made her question whether the whistle worked or if Morpheus was unable to come because he was preoccupied with other things.

"He said he'll come anytime as long as I call. Maybe he's busy?" She decided to wait a bit more. After some time, she fiddled with the bird-shaped whistle. "What if I didn't do it right? I should try blowing harder."

She was about to put that whistle back to her lips--

"Don't blow it again or you will damage my eardrums!" she heard the familiar deep voice, and even before she saw the man, she felt the wind swirling around the balcony due to that pair of majestic gray wings.

She turned around to look where Morpheus had landed. She smiled brightly, finding his helpless expression funny. "Ah, so it really worked."

He folded his wings behind him and walked towards her. "So did you doubt before when I said I will appear whenever you call for me?"

"I did? But now, I trust that it really does work. I know this is a magical item, but since I cannot hear a sound, it makes me doubt myself, whether I used it correctly or not."

"You did use it correctly--in fact, more than you should. Doing more would turn me deaf, little female. Next time, do it a bit more gently, alright?"

She smiled at him apologetically. "I am sorry. Do your ears hurt? Let me check."

She approached him and reached out, but Morpheus held her hand before she could touch his ear. "You don't think twice before touching a male, do you?"

Ember's eyes looked at him with an aggrieved expression. "You are my friend, not just any male. You said the whistle can make your eardrums burst. I only want to confirm that you are not hurt."

"I am still a male. You should..." He paused mid-sentence when he smelled the strong scent of Draven on her body, and he could not help but frown inwardly. He let go of her hand and stepped back, breaking his gaze away from her. 'Is there any day when I won't smell that Dragon on her? The stink is unbearable. When will it end?' He closed his eyes briefly. 'Haa...I shouldn't be so greedy over small things such as this. It will all end soon. After the day of mourning, I won't be tortured like this.'

On the other hand, Ember did not know how to react seeing how uncomfortable Morpheus looked. "Did I really hurt your ears badly? I apologize--"

He opened her eyes, his gray eyes meeting her green ones, and forced himself to smile. "No need to worry. I am fine. By the way, why did you call for me? Is there an urgent matter that needs to be solved?"

"Umm, no reason," Ember replied, her face turning red in embarrassment. "I hope I didn't disturb you? I have nothing to do and am feeling bored so..."

He folded his arms in front of his chest and raised a brow with a not-so-pleased expression. "So you remember to summon me only when you are bored?"

"N-No!" She felt herself getting more flustered. "I think...I want to see you, uhm, I called you because I miss you...Don't get mad at me, please?"