The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 492

As it was late in the night, Draven had decided to bring Ember back to the palace, assuring her he would bring her back once Rhian regained consciousness.

"Where is Morph?" she asked.

"He has gone to help Logan with matters of the human clan. He was a commander until now, so he knows things better," he informed her.

The two left for the palace, while Rhian was left in Cornelia's care.

Morpheus took this as a chance not to return to the palace.

The next day, Rhian showed signs of waking up. Silvia informed them, and along with Cornelia, they headed to check on him.

The moment Rhian woke up, his unsettled gaze spotted the red-haired, beautiful woman scrutinizing him. He furrowed his brows in pain and felt the woman checking his wrist.

He shrugged his hand away with the little energy left in him, looking at her suspiciously. "Where is my sister?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

His first concern was his sister—not where he was or what was happening.

"She is alright and will be here to see you, but I need to check you first," the woman said. "And I am Cornelia Grim. I am treating you here in this healing chamber of the witch clan."

"No need," he shrugged her off once more, as if he didn't trust anyone, and tried to get up, but his body gave up. "What did you do to me?" he asked.

"All I did was heal you and save your life," Cornelia said. Though calm, she looked annoyed at this human's behavior.

"Get my sister here and make sure she is fine," he said impatiently.

"I have sent a message to them already. You have to wait," she said strictly, as if there was no way for him to disobey her. She put forward her hand, and a vial appeared in her palm.

Rhian felt like he was seeing things. How could something appear in her hand out of nowhere?

"You have to drink this if you wish to have a good conversation with your sister, or you will faint even before she gets here," Cornelia added.

"Who are you? What kind of magic did you just do?" he asked suspiciously.

"I am a white witch, the head of the witch clan," Cornelia answered pridefully, not minding what the human might think.

"Witch? Are you trying to fool me? There's no such thing as witches," he said.

Cornelia felt utterly annoyed at the ignorance of this human and said, "To make you believe me—trust me—I wouldn't mind using my magic to throw you out of my clan in a moment, let alone allow your human existence to taint it. I am simply holding back because of Ember."

Rhian didn't know what to say. Could she really do it?

"Now behave and drink this, or Ember might feel worried to see you weak and think I didn't treat her brother well," she warned.

"I am not drinking it," he said clearly, making it evident that he didn't trust her.

"Then, I think you asked for it."

Cornelia offered him a silent stare, and the next moment, Rhian found his body immobile. A vial floated in the air and stopped right in front of his mouth. He didn't want to open his mouth, but somehow, he was forced to do so. The next moment, the tasteless liquid poured into his mouth and made its way down his throat.

Once done, the vial disappeared while Cornelia muttered, "Stubborn and annoying humans," and turned to leave the chamber.

Still in shock, Rhian felt something different—no longer weak, but all of a sudden, there was a burst of energy inside him.

What did she feed me?

Just then, Draven stepped inside the chamber. Rhian finally found someone familiar and asked, "Where is Ember? Is she alright?"

Draven hummed and looked at the door. Ember stepped inside, gazing at Rhian with concern.

Rhian let out a sigh of relief upon seeing her and tried to sit up in bed. Seeing his weak attempts, Draven used his powers to help him sit with ease.

Once more, Rhian was shocked and looked around, wondering how it had happened.

"I used my powers to help you," Draven answered him.

So people with power did exist in this world, he concluded, and blurry fragments from the previous night flashed before his eyes.

A golden-winged man protecting him and Ember after some mysterious hooded figures attacked them.

"What happened last night? Why did they attack Ember?" Rhian asked.

"It's just that the human clan hates those of us with powers. But you don't have to worry about anything. You should talk to your sister."

Rhian looked at Ember and said apologetically, "I didn't know they used me to reach you. I thought they were helping me find you. Are you alright?"

"Thank you for protecting me," Ember said. "But they did help you, though their intentions were something else," she added. "But you don't have to worry. They can't harm me—I have two powerful mates, I mean, husbands."

Rhian realized he needed time to digest everything about this strange place and its people. What he had heard about them while among the human clan now seemed to be nothing but the truth.

"We are going to take you to our home, and you will stay there with us until you get better and are able to return to your kingdom," Ember informed him.

In this strange kingdom, he had no other choice but to agree. Help us out by reading on *.

Rhian remembered something and asked, "My two knights—are they alright?"

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