The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 369

The flight towards the palace was uneventful. Normally, Morpheus would delay reaching the palace in order to spend more time with Ember, but after what happened, the shapeshifter dared not pull any petty trick and wanted to make sure he would be long gone before she woke up.

Rather than bringing her to the front door and alarming all the servants of the palace, Morpheus opted to land on the balcony of Ember's study. He carried her inside and took her towards her chambers.

"Miss!"

Ember's servants were pacing back and forth in the hallway outside. When Ember left, she had forgotten to inform them, causing them to panic when she went missing. Fortunately, they spotted a gray feather that had fallen on the balcony, and they guessed that their master might have left with Morpheus.

Reya and Clio had been impatiently waiting for her to return, and if Morpheus had arrived a bit later, they would have already reported her disappearance to Yula.

Though they were relieved that Ember had returned, seeing her unconscious in Morpheus' arms, the two elves panicked.

"W-What happened to Miss Ember, Commander?"

"Is something wrong with the Miss?"

Morpheus first carried Ember to her bed. Once he made sure she was comfortable after covering her with a blanket up to her shoulders, only then did he answer, "She was affected by the scent of Glass Mist Flowers but there is nothing to worry about. Antidote has been given to her and she will wake up in a while."

The two elves felt relieved, and after Morpheus left the bedchamber, only then did they check on their master.

"How is her pulse?" Reya asked her younger cousin.

"It's normal."

"Commander Morpheus said Miss would be fine, so I guess I can leave you here to watch over Miss while I take care of our other tasks."

"No problem. I will wait for her to wake up," Clio said while Reya nodded.

However, Ember continued to sleep throughout the entire afternoon, and even after Reya returned to check if she should bring Ember's dinner, the human girl remained unconscious.

When Draven returned to the palace that night, the first thing he wanted to do was to see his mate but his current appearance was not presentable. Once again, there was blood on his clothes, exposing the fact that he had returned after dealing with enemies. He had found an important clue about what he was searching for.

'The blood on my clothes might scare her.'

Draven chose to bathe first as he didn't wish for Ember to see him like this. After cleaning himself, he wore fresh clothes and tossed the bloodstained clothes to Erlos.

Erlos held those dirty clothes in his hands, noticing from the size of the stains how much trouble Draven had gone through. "Sire, is there a war I didn't know going on somewhere? Or else, what kind of beings made you spill their blood and bring death to themselves?"

"A useless being," Draven replied nonchalantly.

"Sure. Everyone is useless in an almighty dragon's eyes," Erlos commented as he rolled his eyes.