The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 412

On one side, Isa had regained her consciousness after receiving treatment from a healer. As one of the two survivors from inside the barrier, her life was prioritized by Halifax in order to fish out the details of the situation from her once she stabilized.

As if she didn't care about her surroundings, she began to cry, wailing loudly like a little girl. She sat on the ground, and though her body was no longer bleeding, her face remained pale and unwell, as if there was a fundamental damage to her body that mere water-attributed magic could not handle.

The current leader of the Divine Fox Clan, Lord Ailwin, hurried to thank the elf healer before asking for some alone time with Isa.

He was shocked to see her in this state. WIth a guess in his heart, he kneeled in front of her and reached out to check her pulse.

"Dear spirits, you...!"

Her cultivation was damaged!

Worse, it was not caused by an external force, but self-inflicted!

The most eligible Divine Fox expected to grow all nine tails, the successor of Divine Fox Aldis and future hope of their race had lost one tail out of her three tails!

"Isa, what have you done?"

With a pained expression, the young lady looked at him, her eyes still shedding tears. "It's...It's all my fault."

She looked like she would collapse any moment.

Lord Ailwin had no option but to carry her blood-covered body in his arms and take her back to the Divine Fox Clan. She was in a terrible condition, and if treatment was delayed, she could lose her life any moment. Losing a tail not only meant damage in cultivation--it could also kill the fox, as their tails were related to their souls. He could only order a clan member in a hurry to inform Halifax that they would be heading out first.

Upon hearing the tragic news, Moon Elf Yula hurried to the palace straight from the Netherfields, bringing with her some of the palace servants who were able to return at a moment's notice.

When she arrived, Halifax was relieved to turn over the situation to her. After all, though he was the most senior council member, he was still an outsider.

The elderly elf dared not overstep his boundaries and order people around to manage the things within the palace, especially regarding the unresponsive King and his mate. The most he could do was calm the people who were beginning to stir in anger, blaming Ember for killing the Commander.

At this moment, Halifax had ordered everyone else to disperse and leave the palace, leaving several warriors to guard and protect them from outside. Only Draven, Ember, Erlos, Leeora and Cornelia were left within the ruined garden. _{freewёbnoνel.com}

Yula didn't have the heart to say anything to the King so she first went to Leeora. She checked on Ember who was lying on the ground, held in Leeora's arms.

From what she sensed, Ember was merely unconscious. "Elder, we have to take Miss inside the one of the rooms."

The condition of the palace was horrible, but only one wing of it had been damaged. The other half was in livable condition.

Leeora got back to her senses and nodded.

Yula signaled the servants to carry Ember back to her chamber. Once Ember was taken back, she then placed her hand on Cornelia's hand. "Lady Cornelia? I believe you need to rest as well."

With her teary eyes, the witch stared at Yula, and she heard her continue, "Why don't you rest in one of our guest rooms? I can see you have exhausted your powers."

Cornelia staggered to her feet, and when she found Draven being unresponsive, she didn't know what to say to him. She had never seen their king appear this weak and helpless before. Neither Yula nor Leeora wanted to step forward as well.

Erlos merely stood by Draven's side, accompanying his grieving master in silence.

Indeed, it was grief.

Erlos had long known grief after losing his entire clan from the massacre. That was why for him, every creature, every individual he met, was someone he cherished like his family. This was the same for Morpheus.

Though Erlos always argued with Morpheus, it was out of his tough affection towards him and not hate. Kind of like having a favorite brother; he simply always took the side of his master and opposed Morpheus.

Maybe of all Draven's aides, he was the one who understood his master best. The kind of friendship two divine beasts had, the truth behind their frequently happened fights--it was all due to their brotherhood that was cruelly twisted by fate.

"Sire?" Erlos finally called him.

But there was no response.

Erlos felt conflicted, but he did attempt to convince the man to go back inside the palace to rest and recuperate. Though the King was not seriously injured, his mentality was not stable. It was still better for him to rest inside a room, instead of staying here in the garden.

But then, they saw Draven standing up from his place. The very next moment, he disappeared. Nobody knew where he went.