The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 414

The senior witches, Glinda and Maria, returned to their residence in the most secluded part outside of Honeyharbor.

Though they were yet to enter the cottage, they immediately confirmed that Thala had returned.

The Spirit Circle was not a simple dwelling for these three witches—not only was it hidden and isolated by the spell of the Head of Witches, it was also a manifestation of their remaining powers. It had long become the witches' familiar. As much as it was under their absolute control, it also deeply reflected their characters and moods.

At the moment, the Spirit Circle emitted a gray, dreary atmosphere, clearly mourning for loss. _{freeweɓnøvel.com}

The old witches looked at each other as they stood in front of the cottage. They could feel their other sister's sadness, and her current emotions were deeper than they had expected, causing their residence to be enveloped in sorrow.

"It has been so long," Glinda said with a sad sigh. "She always pretends to be harsh and unkind, but we know that among us three, she is the most warmhearted."

"It must not have been easy for her to play a part in this scheme," Maria said as she raised a hand, but it stopped before it reached the doorknob. "It has only been a hundred years since we lost people. I cannot believe we have lost another comrade so soon. My sister caused many casualties amongst our enemies, gaining her that heartless title of 'Witch of Destruction', but she had also contributed the most to protect people in that last war. She would rather lose a leg than lose a sister.

"Though this time, she acted to protect the King, it was made in exchange of sacrificing another life. How can we expect her to be fine after this? For my sister, she must feel guilty as if she herself killed Commander Morpheus."

"I wonder how we are going to console her?"

"Can she even be consoled?"

The pair of witches had complicated expressions on their faces.

Glinda shook her head. "Before that, we need to worry about her body. I heard from the latest investigation, Thala casted a powerful spell to stall His Majesty. Not to mention creating that divine weapon, she must have offered up her life force more than once. She only has several years left to live. If she overexerted herself, then…"

"Let's check on her first. I don't want anything to happen to her."

Glinda and Maria entered the cottage and found the drawing room empty.

"Sister must be in her room," Maria spoke quietly.

Glinda faced the witch with a missing arm before gesturing for her to go. "You should talk to her first while I make her a fresh pot of her favorite soothing tea."

With a nod, Maria went towards her sister's room, while the other headed for the kitchen.

Maria stood in front of Thala's door, but just as she wanted to enter, she hesitated.

'Should I give her more time to be on her own?'

There were times when solitude was better than companionship. She wanted to respect Thala's will if she truly wanted to be alone. However, she also knew that Thala would fall deeper into blaming and hating herself if left alone with her thoughts.

As she debated whether to intrude or not, Maria felt the spell blocking her connection to her sister disappear. This time, she could sense Thala inside the room.

'Seems like she has stopped blocking me, silently allowing me to go see her.'

The door then opened on its own as Maria used a magic spell to open it.

The room was dark. Though it was still daytime, the owner of the room had drawn the curtains close, not even letting a single ray of sunlight in, as if she was using the darkness to hide her emotions.

The plump witch with a missing leg was reclining on her rocking chair with her eyes closed, her hands resting on the armrest with the chair moving ever-so-slowly.

"Thala," Maria called for her. "Why are you sitting in the dark?"