The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 429

The next morning, Honeyharbor City, the main city of witches…

A red-haired woman was sitting in front of a mirror, mindlessly brushing her long hair, her eyes swollen as she stared at her pale image without really seeing it. There were no streaks on her cheeks, but it was apparent that she had been shedding tears for hours prior.

Her heart was empty, yearning for the one she had just lost. Though she knew they were never meant for each other, she was satisfied by his mere existence, catching a glimpse of him from time to time… and now, even that was no longer possible.

She had to prepare herself to go to him, to see him one last time.

Ever since the day of mourning, Cornelia Grimm had locked herself in her room. She had no courage to go to Morpheus' wake, as unlike others, she could not face reality.

But now, she had to. It was time to bid farewell to the man she could only silently admire in her heart..

She put on a simple white dress when she heard a knock on the door.

"Lady Cornelia?" Her servant, the apprentice witch Silvia, entered her room. "Everyone is waiting to leave."

Cornelia nodded and stepped out of the room. Silvia followed her quietly but could feel the pain her master was in, who had just lost her comrade and friend.

The Head of the Witches led her people towards the Divine Eagle Clan. With a heavy heart, she entered the crowded mourning hall where the man she loved was lying there with no sign of life.

With each step, her feet felt like they were stepping on thorns. It was painful, agonizing even, but her face showed not a hint of her emotions, maintaining the dignity of the Head of the Witches.

'Morph…'

She looked at his handsome but lifeless face. Memories from the past two hundred years flashed in her mind. Cornelia was but a young girl following her master when she first caught a glimpse of the gray-winged warrior fighting valiantly in a battle against humans. Especially when he took on his battle form, his wings and hair turning golden, her breath was simply taken away. The winged warrior robbed the innocent young witch's heart.

Easygoing and charismatic, powerful yet kind, Divine Eagle Morpheus was the idol of every warrior, a hero loved by the people of Agartha.

Unable to stare at that lifeless face, Cornelia closed her eyes.

Just then Cornelia felt something and she opened her eyes in shock.

Before she knew what she was doing, her hand moved towards him, grabbing his wrist.

The people standing beside her were taken aback.

"Lady Cornelia?"

"Head Witch, what are you—"

However, Cornelia could not hear them. The loud heartbeats in her chest were drowning all the sounds around her.

'I am not mistaken!' She closed her eyes and focused her energy, gripping his hand so tightly it would have bruised had Morpheus been alive.

There was no pulse and not a single hint of vitality on his body, but as the person with the deepest knowledge about souls in the kingdom, Cornelia would not doubt her own senses. Morpheus's soul…

Her behavior caught the attention of Agraleus and the other high-level figures of the other clans and races. The entire hall was dead silent, waiting for Cornelia to explain herself.

Some more time passed by but the witch didn't move. Agraleus found the three newly arrived senior witches from the Spirit Circle. He wanted to know what was going on, whether they should disturb Cornelia or not. However, they were clueless as well.

Zelda was the one who blocked Glinda from approaching Cornelia. "Let us wait patiently."