The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 411

Yet precisely because of this situation, no one dared to move at will or pass orders. They had to wait for the King, or at least one of the council members, to take initiative and control the situation.

The oldest amongst the council, High Elder Halifax of the Moon Elf Clan, took on this role.

He ordered the warriors to move away to allow those grieving privacy.

Some were ordered to head back to the Netherfields and report the situation to those in charge, others to seek White Tiger Logan who was the Deputy Commander of Warriors, while the rest were to investigate the truth of the situation and look for casualties around the palace.

As the sky slowly regained normalcy and the chaotic atmosphere calmed, those who were waiting at the Netherfields received the news that Divine Eagle Morpheus was no more. Many dared not believe it, but when it was later confirmed, they had no choice but to accept it.

There were some who were angry, a few who were in fear, and while some felt pain for the loss, all of them had a question no one could answer.

How did Morpheus die?

Due to the sensitivity of the issue, until after they had confirmed the truth, Halifax had strictly ordered the messengers to withhold crucial information about Ember, Morpheus, Isa and the three females of the Divine Fox Clan who were killed by Ember.

On the witches' side, the senior witches Maria and Glinda found Zelda who had strayed away from her kind. She was sitting on a tree stump near the edge of the graveyard, her dull eyes seemingly staring at nothingness. Streaks of tears had long stained her cheeks.

"You were aware of this all, weren't you, Zelda?" Glinda's voice floated to her ears.

Zelda closed her eyes briefly and she tried to calm her bitter emotions. "Do you blame me?"

"Should I?"

"You wouldn't have come to me otherwise."

Glinda said nothing, but her silence held condemnation.

With a tired sigh, Zelda tightened the grip of her wrinkled hands over her cane. "It is the least disadvantageous alternative for not losing our king."

As it was about saving the life of the King of Agartha, the two White Witches could not object to the decision those involved had made.

"Thala, she was part of this," Glinda said, "and she didn't let us know."

"You two would not have allowed her to interfere with a person's destiny. Your kind have always strictly abided by the rules," Zelda responded, her tone tired.

Glinda's silence affirmed Zelda's words.

After some reluctance, Zelda briefly explained Morpheus' plan.

"I-I thought Thala hated His Majesty and…" Maria felt guilty for doubting her sister.