The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 399

399 Suspicious Of His Uncle

In front of the grave of the High Elves, there were two males who seemed to be in their own quiet world, unaffected by the bustle of their surroundings.

"How are you feeling?" Draven asked, his voice as usual dignified but held genuine care for the young elf who he raised like his own family.

"I am fine," Erlos replied.

Silence enveloped the two.

"Have I told you before that you look just like your father now, the leader of the High Elves, Elror?"

Erlos looked at Draven. "Really?"

Draven nodded. "But your personality is like your mother's, Alarielle."

"That's good to know."

"You are brave and strong like your parents. They would be proud to know you grew up this well."

"I am sure they will give that credit to you."

"I would have accepted it gladly as raising a trouble into a fine young elf was not an easy task," Draven said, only to have Erlos narrow his eyes at him.

"Sire, when have you learned to be shameless?"

"I speak the truth."

"Raising trouble you say, Sire? You are lucky my parents can't see how you have raised this trouble. Otherwise, they would have lodged a complaint to the council.

"How dare you treat a noble High Elf so poorly? I've been with my family for more than a decade, and my mother won't even let me stain mud on my clothes. Yet Sire, what about you? Hanging a High Elf upside down on the tree for an entire day, making him clean all those useless weapons in the palace which never come out to be used, making him clean your room, wash your clothes, bring your meal for you—-"

Draven knew he had to cut him off at this point. "They would have thanked me."

Erlos scoffed. "Who would want their precious only child to be treated as a manservant?"

"Correction: A King's personal servant."

Erlos' pointed ears twitched in dismay. "I...I can't simply digest this level of narcissism...Who are you and in which underground cave did you bury your shame?

The young elf walked away, intending to visit his acquaintances among the Wood Elves. Draven smiled as he watched his retreating back.

"Still a kid." Draven could not help but chuckle, but he was glad that he could make Erlos forget the sadness he was feeling, even if it was only temporary.

Just then, Draven felt something and turned to look at the faraway mountain north of Netherfields.

'That feeling... Divine power? Is...is it what I am searching for?' He extended his senses towards that direction, and the more he focused, the stronger the feeling was. 'I need to go and check.'

Meanwhile, Morpheus managed to separate Aureus from their clan members and brought him to the side.