The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 444

Inside the Spirit Shrine, Evanthe spent several hours infusing the dome-shaped stone chamber with her divine energy, a force far more potent than any other witch could muster. Once her task was complete, she floated gently to the ground and called out to her apprentice.

"Cornelia, you can stop now."

Seemingly lost in her own world, Cornelia did not respond; it was as though she had shut herself off from any external interruptions.

Evanthe's brow furrowed at the sight of this obstinate witch. Using her formidable powers, she severed Cornelia's connection to the spirit shrine, halting the flow of her essence meant to safeguard Morpheus' soul.

Startled, Cornelia opened her eyes, her expression one of clear displeasure.

"Who dared..." Her protest died in her throat the moment she recognized the overwhelming presence of that familiar, potent divine energy—energy that could only belong to one person. She swiftly turned, her eyes searching, and there she was—her master, her guardian, the figure she revered above all others.

"Your Eminence," Cornelia whispered in a frail voice as she slowly descended to the floor, kneeling before the woman she admired.

Evanthe regarded her with a look of disapproval, noting how Cornelia seemed to cling to the last shreds of her strength.

"You have disappointed me, Cornelia," Evanthe said, her voice icy.

Cornelia kept her head bowed, fully aware of the reason behind the Queen of Witches' disapproval. "Apologies, Master, but—"

"You need to return to your residence and rest. I won't waste my time reasoning with someone who has lost her reasons and sense of responsibility," Evanthe cut her off sharply.

Unable to argue, Cornelia simply nodded. She stood, facing Evanthe with resolve. "I will accept whatever punishment Your Eminence deems fit for me," she said, then glanced at Morpheus' lifeless body. "Now that Your Eminence is here, I believe he will return to us soon."

"I have filled the Spirit Shrine with my power which will last for a few days and will nourish his soul. We don't have to stay here," Eventhe informed, "Let's head out."

With a final glance at Morpheus, Evanthe turned and headed for the door, Cornelia trailing behind her. Outside, Silvia and Thalia were visibly relieved to see Cornelia after several anxious weeks. They had feared she might be harmed while healing the Commander's soul.

"Take Cornelia to her residence and ensure she rests," Evanthe commanded, handing over a small vial. "Give this potion to her."

"Yes, Your Eminence," the two witches replied and disappeared from there along with Cornelia.

Evanthe then rejoined Draven and Sierra, who were waiting for her.

"How is he?" Draven inquired immediately.

"I have just exhausted a significant portion of my strength to aid our friend, and that on top of the exhaustion from my long journey to Agartha," she replied, raising an eyebrow. "Might I not at least expect the hospitality of your kingdom and have a nice rest to recover my strength, King Draven?"

"My apologies," he said with a quick nod. "Let's return to the palace first."

In an instant, the trio vanished, reappearing in the grand foyer of the palace.

"Erlos," Draven called out.

At his call, a silver-haired young elf dashed into the foyer at a speed of wind, appearing a fraction of second on his master's call, "Yes, Sire?" But his words trailed off as he recognized the distinguished visitor. "Your Eminence?" He bowed deeply, a gesture of profound respect.

Evanthe, with a gentle smile, observed the young elf. "Erlos, you do have good memory unlike your master who remember absolutely nothing about himself." Her tone light yet teasing, as she directed a playful smirk towards Draven, who responded with his usual stoic silence.

Erlos kept his head bowed, a sign of respect. "It's good to see you back, Your Eminence."

"Indeed, it's heartening to see you've grown into such a well-mannered young elf. I'm glad you haven't adopted any of your master's more... challenging traits, such as his arrogance or imperious demeanor."