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2.89% The Devil's Cursed Witch / Chapter 14: A Race With The Devil

Chương 14: A Race With The Devil

Draven merely watched that figure in white cross distances in the dark like a little ghost. The palace grounds were quite large, especially the flatlands that bordered the forest where the elves resided. If she kept on going with her current speed, it would probably take her more than half an hour to reach the outer wall of the palace.

But how far could an injured human body run?

The figure in white gradually slowed down until she finally stopped upon reaching the garden structures that led to one of the many pavilions in the palace. It looked like she sat down on the ground, leaning against a pillar to hide, but from the fact that she was no longer moving, she probably decided to rest due to exhaustion. That meant his brief entertainment was over.

"Shall we go acquaint ourselves with her, Midnight?" he asked.

The large owl didn't even let out a single hoot before it threw itself down the air, flying away without even bothering to answer his master's question. Draven saw him swiftly approaching that female creature.

"A race with the Devil?"

He let out an amused scoff and disappeared from the spot where he was standing, blinking into existence just a few feet away from that human girl.

His pet? Midnight was yet to reach there.

Hoot!

Several seconds later, Midnight let out an unsatisfied call as he landed on one of the marble statues beside the human.

Startled, the human girl scooted away from the source of the sound, hiding behind the pillar out of instinct. After calming her breath, she took a peek at the white fluffy owl that was about the size of her arm. Though she appeared weak and tired, her body's posture seemed to indicate that as soon as she sensed danger, she would try to squeeze out what's left of her energy to run.

Her emerald green eyes that were filled with caution seemed to glitter in the darkness.

Unknown to her, there was a stronger, infinitely more dangerous presence standing mere paces behind her.

Draven looked down at the strange creature who was crouching behind the pillar. From what he could see, her long mahogany hair was a tangled mess behind her from running wildly, and the white dress she's wearing was dirty and torn at the edges.

When he heard her let out a sigh of relief, he opened his mouth.

"Are you done running or do you want to continue?"

The slow yet dignified voice caused her to flinch in panic like a startled cat. Her eyes shook upon spotting a familiar man with red eyes coming towards her from behind.

Her senses were screaming for her to run, but she could not make a single muscle move.

She lowered her head, unable to endure his gaze, and saw that the man's feet were bare. She raised her head ever so slowly as she noticed the bare feet of the man stop in front of her. She took in the sight of a tall body clad in a long silk robe and the expressionless face giving off a strange charisma despite the poor lighting in the garden.

The moment she locked gazes with his red eyes, she seemed to have forgotten to breathe.

Draven observed this thing he picked up from the mountain.

It was a terrible sight. Her small face had bruises here and there, and what little skin she showed that was not wrapped in bandages was filled with scratches. She was covered in grass and dirt, her clothes unkept, making her look uncivilized. She looked like a beggar from the streets if not for that pair of emerald green eyes. They were enchanting and he could not move his eyes away from them.

Her thin body trembled under his gaze, and he realized that she was scared. He was suddenly reminded of their earlier encounter. Didn't he terrify her to the point she had to hide under her bed? It would make sense that she felt this way towards him.

Draven saw her weak body stealthily backing away, trying to move further away from him. It made him frown.

"Are you not going to speak?"

When he saw her nervously lower her head, that frown turned to a scowl.

It made him wonder if this female creature was mute. He had no memories of hearing her speak, but then again, he wasn't idle enough to personally check on her condition.

As to not further scare her, Draven slowly lowered himself and dropped to one knee, trying to catch her gaze as he offered her an outstretched palm, silently asking her to hold his hand and come with him.

He remained in that posture for a while, but instead of taking his hand, she gazed at it warily, as if his hand was her mortal enemy. Perhaps if she wasn't exhausted, she would have transformed herself once more into another form and try to claw at him like she did earlier.

'This isn't working.'


Chương 15: A Black Dragon Tattoo

Draven sighed and stood up. Her wary gaze continued to follow his body as he walked towards a certain statue. It was the statue where a snowy white owl perched on it.

"What do you think? Shall we let her be or shall we take her back?"

The owl tilted his fluffy head, blinking his big eyes in the direction of the human girl as if sizing her up, and let out a hoot in response.

Draven looked at the girl who was still on the ground. "He decided for you. Don't blame me."

Before she could understand the meaning of his words, the human girl felt an invisible yet heavy force restrict her limbs, binding her entire body like a rope. She started to struggle and kick her legs about, only to realize she could not feel the ground under her. She was floating helplessly in midair.

"Ahhh—mmf!"

Her startled scream was cut off midway. Obviously, he used his power to shut her mouth. Fear and anger could be seen in her eyes as she tried to break away from the binding made of his powers.

"Since you refuse to speak, I am giving you an excuse to not speak." As if he did nothing wrong, Draven looked at his owl. "Is this enough punishment?"

The owl looked at the human girl floating in the air and made a hoot that sounded like an approval.

Draven didn't even look at her again as he walked back towards the palace at a leisurely pace, with the strange sight of a human girl floating in the air behind him. She looked pitiful, squirming as she tried to protest to her captor, but not only was she not able to break whatever was restraining her, the man who caught her seemed to have forgotten her existence.

After accepting that resistance was futile, she sadly resigned to her fate.

Not long after, she found herself carelessly dropped on top of her bed. They were back inside the palace, inside the guest room temporarily given to her.

Only then did Draven release her from his powers.

Without looking back at her glaring form, he stepped out of the room and used his powers to wake up the two elf servants lying unconscious on the floor.

The servants were scared witless to open their eyes and find the King glaring down at them.

"Y-Your Majesty?" Realizing what happened, they immediately jumped to their feet and bowed. "Your Majesty, please forgive us! We were incompetent—"

"If she runs away the second time, I will turn you both into blind bats," Draven warned, "and leave you hanging on a tree upside down for a week."

"It will never happen again."

"Thank you for your generosity!"

The ears of the elves drooped as they watched the King walk away, but they were relieved that at least they were not punished for their mistake. Still, they were scared of their bad-tempered king, and their backs were wet with sweat after that encounter.

Draven returned to his bedchamber. If Erlos were present, he would have an incredulous expression, and he would pester his master for the reason why an uncharacteristic smile now graced his handsome face.

His lips were curved into a wicked smile, as if he had thoroughly enjoyed playing some interesting game with a little mouse that wanted to run away from him.

As he relished in his good mood, he flicked his wrist and a black sleeping robe came flying towards his hand. Changing out of his silk bathrobe and into his night robe, he walked in the direction of his bed, ready to retire for the night.

However, when he was about to tie the knot of his robe, he caught sight of his image in the mirror—in particular, the sight of his chest. On the left side of the chest, a strange mark could be seen.

A dragon tattoo.

The head of that black dragon was placed just above his heart, its long body coiled like a serpent, with the tip of its tail ending at the left side of his stomach. That black dragon looked fierce, with its mouth open wide and its tongue out. Its eyes looked ferocious and there was a vertical mark inside the iris, which was in fact a scar over where his heart was located.

His fingers traced over that scar. He could not remember how he got it, but if his dreams are to be trusted, it seemed like he had been once stabbed in his heart.

'No matter how much I try to recall, I do not know anything beyond the scene in my dreams. I do not even recall how I got this dragon mark on me.

'How much did I forget? Why did I forget in the first place? Did someone… tamper with my memories?'


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