The Devil's Cursed Witch

Leeora must have given her this to help her recover fast, but this human simply ignored her goodwill and didn’t drink it. This vitality potion is of the highest quality, probably something created by the Head of the Witches herself. This kind of potion would have helped the human strengthen the overall condition of her body, and an improved constitution would have boosted her body’s recovery.

Say, drinking Leeora’s elixir would become thrice as effective if taken together with a witch’s vitality potion. If she had consumed the entire bottle of vitality potion this morning, then as early as tomorrow, those burn scars and bruises on her face which made her look ugly would have completely disappeared.

‘Don’t women care the most about their looks?’

When the red-eyed man turned his back on her to fiddle on the medicine bottles, Ember felt herself able to relax a little. Her entire body was aching, her upper leg was tormenting her and her hands were stinging in raw pain, yet she could not pay any mind to them since this tall man with a wide and strong back made her feel threatened. In her small house, his large manly body looked even bigger to her.

When he turned and looked at her, she immediately lowered her gaze like a criminal caught red-handed.

“You didn’t drink this?” he asked, holding an exquisite potion bottle,

Ember took a peek at the item in his hand and shook her head.

“Nothing surprising as humans are nothing but brainless creatures,” he commented to which she didn’t react.

Draven looked at the medium-sized box on that table which opened on its own. An array of small metallic items, bandages, and thread were arranged inside it, along with other things.

It was one of the things the human physician left in the palace back when he treated the girl the night she arrived, and Erlos handed it to Leeora since no one in the palace would need to use those kinds of surgical tools. Seemed like Leeora had brought it here thinking it should be kept with the girl rather than with her.

Draven smirked as he picked up the tiny curved sewing needle and attached a long thread to it. “Since you seem to not like my people’s way of healing, then let’s try out this crude way of yours.”

He went towards her and returned to sitting on the spot at the other end of the bed. A small wooden stool shifted closer to the bed where he placed that medium-sized box on the top of it for ease of convenience.

Ember felt anxious seeing what was in his hand. The curved needle seemed to dangerously glint under the light as he put the thread on it.

When he held her injured thigh again, she noticed that the clean cloth was now stained red with her own blood. He untied the cloth he had wrapped around her wound and blood continued to trickle down her leg.

Her skirt, her leg warmer, her bedsheets, all of them were now stained with blood…

Draven held the torn part of her leg warmer in his hand and even before she could react, the piece of fabric covering her leg was torn to expose her naked leg under his eye.

‘What is he doing?!’

She wanted to pull her leg back but he was quick and held it tight at her ankle. Her ankle was already swollen as she had sprained it and didn’t dare move. It hurt but she stopped herself from making any whiny sounds or utter words of complaint.

Didn’t he threaten her that he would throw her out of his kingdom?

This man in front of her was not just cruel in his words but was also rough with his actions. It was as if he didn’t know how to be gentle at all.

“Stay still if you don’t want me to tie you up and then treat your wound,” he warned, referring to the punishment he gave her when she first escaped.

She didn’t dare move as she knew he could tie her for real, and that was not a pleasant feeling. She could not move one bit, she could not let out a sound, and it made her feel frustrated.

Draven worked without a word, his movements quick and efficient. He cleaned the blood from her wounds by dabbing a clean cloth on it and picked up that curved needle with a thread attached to it.

Ember felt her body go cold when she realized what he planned to do.

‘What is he going to do? Sew my wound?’

A line of sweat appeared on her forehead as she wondered how she could stop him without making him angry. Ember had remembered being badly injured when she was young, and Gaia had also stitched her wound once or twice before…but not like this!

When she saw him create a tiny tongue of flame on the tip of his fingers and hold that needle over it to heat it—

She screamed inside as anxiety and fear took over her mind.

‘Definitely not like this!’

Her wound was deep and it needed to be sewed. Without giving a thought, he simply held her thigh tightly in one hand and used his other hand to pierce the needle in her delicate torn flesh.

Ember didn’t make any sound but tears welled up in her eyes. She remembered that Gaia would make her chew on special leaves that would make her body feel numb or stitch her wound when she was unconscious. Now, she’s wide awake, being stitched up without any consideration.

It made her feel like crying out loud at this terrible, terrible man. If only he didn’t threaten her with being thrown out of his kingdom, she would have pushed him away the first moment she felt that heated needle. Sadly, she could not even react in front of this Devil King. She didn’t wish to show her weak side in front of this evil, cruel red-eyed man.

On the other hand, Draven was satisfied that the human creature was as still as a statue, making his work easy for him. He could feel her emotions but didn’t pay attention to them. A little pain wouldn’t kill her anyway.

Moreover, he wished for her to learn her lesson of not being reckless again. Every time she hurt herself, Leeora would probably kindly offer to treat her for free since she’s that type of woman. It would be a waste to give rare elixirs and potions to a human who didn’t know how to value her safety.

Once he was done sewing her wound, he put that needle on the table and let her leg be free.

Draven eyed the perfectly aligned stitches in satisfaction. However, instead of a grateful smile, what welcomed him was the sight of the human girl crying. He found fat tears rolling down from her eyes, staining her cheeks like she’s been wronged and bullied.

‘Is this thing crazy?’ he wondered.

She didn’t cry when her body was burning in that mountain, she didn’t cry when her body was cut here and there after rolling down the cliff… but she was crying because she was treated? And they suspiciously didn’t even look like happy tears.

‘Does her mind work opposite or she doesn’t know when to cry?’

Draven wrapped that wound with a clean cloth after applying the herb paste from one of the boxes. Once he was done with her thigh, everything that he had used floated in the air and moved to fall onto their original places.

His tall body then stood up. However, he saw the mess of blood and dirt on her body, the badly injured hands, the cuts on her limbs, on her face…She’s literally still covered with injuries.

He got one more clean cloth and threw it at her.

“The rest, you can do by yourself.”

Draven walked out of her home as if he had wasted his precious time on something useless.