The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 8

Draven brought Erlos down the mountain and headed towards the village he found closest to the destroyed mountain. In a blink of an eye, they disappeared from where they were standing, able to travel the entire span of a mountain in a matter of several breaths.

After passing through a forest and a number of barren fields, the devil and the elf reached the village that Draven saw a while ago. Even though they were standing quite a distance from the border of the village, hidden away from human sight, they could hear the sound of music and merrymaking. It looked like there was some sort of festival and the humans were celebrating it. From behind the wooden fences, they found humans laughing, dancing, eating and drinking alcohol.

“Alas, no wonder we found not a single person out working in the fields. Turns out all of them are here, busy making themselves blind drunk,” Erlos commented while he observed the chaotic celebration from a distance. “What are these humans celebrating? From the looks of those passed out on the ground, it seemed like they have been drinking since the night before. Aren’t those villagers humans that are so poor they need to toll and labour every day in order to feed themselves? Could they really afford this kind of consumption? Strange humans—”

Erlos swallowed the rest of his words the moment he saw his master raise his hand, gesturing him to stop speaking. He had served Draven long enough to understand that his master’s sharp ears were at work.

“Finally, that thing has been killed! You don’t know how many nightmares I had the past few weeks, worrying over the crops that mysteriously died in my field.”

“Now our kingdom is free from that witch, nothing bad will ever happen to us again.”

“Hey, why are you still mentioning such an ominous thing?”

“Right, right! Do not bring up that taboo anymore. It’s bad luck. Come on, bring out more jars of liquor!”

“We must celebrate the fact that we have rid ourselves of a scourge that never lets us sleep in peace.”

“To a peaceful sleep tonight!”

“To a bountiful harvest in the future!”

“Cheers!”

Draven’s sharp ears heard their conversation clearly, yet he could not understand the entire thing. It sounded like this group of people successfully hunted a witch, thus they were celebrating it. It didn’t seem related to what he came for here in the first place.

A witch? Unless a witch is willing to let herself be killed, with their powers, regardless of which type of witch they are, there’s no way a bunch of weak humans could kill her.

But could that witch who they killed be related to the reason why he was summoned to that mountain, not that strange female creature in his palace?

That didn’t make sense. He felt like the key to his questions lay on that female creature. Could they be mistakenly referring to her as a witch?

“Go ask what happened to that mountain,” Draven instructed Erlos.

Erlos snapped his finger, and out of thin air, a common-looking brown cloak with a hood appeared and dropped onto his hand. He covered himself with it, making sure to keep his long ears hidden. _{fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓}