The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 425

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Morpheus' ears buzzed with the way she was blowing that whistle again and again. 'Patient, little female. You will break my ear drums like this. Stop blowing it already.' He flew as fast as he could in the direction of the palace, even using his divinity and his battle form in order to arrive by her side as soon as possible.

By the time his sharp eyesight spotted her little form on the balcony, only then did the stone weighing his chest disappeared. The golden feathers on his wings transformed back to their normal gray color.

'This naughty human girl! I was scared, thinking she was in danger!'

When he landed next to her, the mixed scent her body emitted caused complicated emotions inside him to stir, it was a strong scent of her mate and he knew what it was on her.

He had a small argument with her, but he could not deny how he loved just staying by her side. He was tempted to spend more time with her, make the best of his last best moments with her.

It just so happened Ember mentioned her boredom. Morpheus would be a fool not to grab this chance.

"Morph, are you sure you are alright?" Ember asked. "If your ears are ringing badly, I can ask my servants to fetch a healer."

"I am just thinking about where I should bring you," he told her. "Would you like to go out? Since you are bored, we should go sightseeing outside."

"Umm, I think I am not up to any adventure today. I do not want to walk or roam around that much…I…my legs hurt…"

Reminded of the reason, he could only keep the jealousy in his heart. She had a mate, and the divine beast at that.He was satisfied simply staying by her side.

"With me around, you don't have to walk," he coaxed. "I can just carry you like before and fly wherever you want to."

With her agreement, Morpheus brought her to the skies, letting her experience a thrilling flight, before deciding to visit a place he knew she would love— the flower valley of Reif, a beautiful place belonging to the Valley Elves and the largest field of flowers within the kingdom.

It just so happened that he had an important matter to attend there as well, related to the arrangement of the camellia flowers to the graves of the fallen witches on the day of mourning. He needed to fulfill what was seen in the vision.

However, Morpheus did not expect that their easy banterin would eventually lead to a conversation he would deeply regret.

"...Then you would have been my mate," Ember said naively. "I would have asked you to marry me."

A sour feeling erupted withinMorpheus.

He knew Ember was simply saying those words in passing…but how casually cruel could she be? The possibility of such a future, imagining both of their lives together as loving mates, would be forever out of his grasp.

'If I got to you first…if I claimed you as mine instead…'

"You don't want to be my mate?" Ember asked, grumbling at his silence.

A part of Morpheus was overwhelmed with joy, but a small voice at the back of his head was telling him it was not meant for him. With the woman in his heart confessing her love, could he not… pretend?

His breathing turned heavier with each passing moment.

"Ember…I—"

Morpheus wanted—no, he ached to kiss her, to confess his feelings to her, to shout and let the world know that this little female was the one he would willingly spend his entire lifetime with. Part of him was saying it should be fine, that he should resolve his regrets before his death.

'What if…? I should not get ahead of myself. She is not herself. I should not…'

However, his silence caused Ember's eyes to redden. His lack of response caused her mouth to lose its smile, and her lips trembled, as if she was about to cry.

"You don't feel the same?" she asked. "You don't love me?"

Seeing her hurt, what little resolution he had dissolved.

Why did he want to change Draven's destiny? One was their friendship, another was his guilt, along with his devotion to his people…as well as to protect Ember's happiness.

Morpheus would never let Ember dye her hands with her own mate's blood— he'd rather she stab him instead, if that was what destiny demands.