That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King’s Slave Mate Novel

Chapter 115: Lord Herod firmly grabbed his arm and led him away, back to his seat at the roundtable.

Emeriel sat on the floor at Lord Herod's left, while his slave sat at his right, both heads lowered like dutiful servants awaiting their master's command.

"I want to officially announce my intention to eliminate the feral beast of our grand king," Grand Lord Zaiper declared, drawing Emeriel's attention back to the court.

Some lords instantly spat out their drinks. Spoons hung mid-air, and those intending to take a sip froze with gaping mouths. Even the lords receiving various oral pleasures from slaves stilled. All eyes turned to Grand Lord Zaiper, and the court fell into a sudden hush. But the silence was short-lived as murmurs began to ripple through the crowd. Slowly at first, before escalating into a cacophony of voices.

"Order in the court! Order in the court!" one of the court officials shouted, but the noise only intensified.

"Quiet, everyone," Grand Lord Zaiper commanded. The murmurs didn't cease immediately, as they would have if it were Grand Lord Vladya's orders. But gradually, it died down, and Grand Lord Zaiper rose to address the court.

"I understand that most of us here did not expect to hear this, but I have given it a lot of thought. For the safety of our people, I believe it would be best to eliminate the feral beast. We all witnessed the events months ago when Grand King Daemonikai's beast broke free and went on a rampage, causing devastation. On that night, we lost forty of our own. Regrettably, it was not the first incident over the years.

"I am certain King Daemonikai would not have wanted this. To kill the same people he fought to protect for thousands of years. Our king is gone forever, and his beast must follow suit." The court remained eerily silent.

The once festive atmosphere had transformed into one of sadness and melancholy. Some males swallowed hard, while some females were on the verge of tears.

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Grand Lord Zaiper wore a saddened expression as he continued, "I understand that we may not feel prepared for this, but it has been five centuries. The truth is, we will never be fully prepared. And that is okay. We owe it to our great king to allow him to rest peacefully with our ancestors. For five hundred years, he has suffered, trapped between worlds. He has not taken physical form since he ran wild, and his mind is long gone. Yet, we keep him here. Causing him pain. Torturing him.

He deserves better. He deserves to rest."

For some reason, Emeriel felt his heart constricting, as a profound sadness settled within him. He couldn't fathom why.

Killing the beast is a good idea, right?

His sister would no longer endure the excruciating pain of being mounted by the beast, and his own mind and body would stop playing tricks on him. Even if he somehow belonged to that beast, its death would finally lay his strange feelings to rest, and eventually, he would stop thinking about the feral. So, the beast's death should bring him relief, shouldn't it? So why did he feel such anguish in his chest? Like someone was shredding his heart. Why did he feel on the verge of tears?

Grand Lord Zaiper continued, "He served us dutifully during his reign as our king. Now it is our turn to serve him and help him find peace. Let us end his suffering."

VLADYA

Grand Lord Vladya felt a sickening sensation in his stomach. His heart burned, as if someone had buried a sword in it and simply walked away.

He tightly gripped his writing quill until his hand trembled. Zaiper was a manipulative son-of-a-bitch, and Vladya struggled to resist the urge to rise and deliver a powerful blow to his face. It took all his willpower to restrain himself.

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