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

Chapter 133: He didn't know what had come over him. In fact, Emeriel wasn't thinking at all. But as he witnessed her head whip to the side and heard her gasp, he felt a strange sense of fulfillment. Yes, it was undoubtedly worth it.

At least, that was his initial thought until the mistress's claws began to emerge, her eyes turning completely yellow, her body starting to transform.

Oh, shit.

Emeriel thought fast, his mind racing. "Does Grand Lord Vladya and Grand Lord Ottai know that you came here to murder me?" Mistress Sinai froze midway through her transformation. Emeriel truly believed she would complete the shift, but to his surprise, she reverted to her full human form. Her eyes blazed with fury. "I am going to kill you."

"You have made that abundantly clear. My question is, do the grand lords know? They journeyed across the great mountains to purchase us, and now you simply wish to kill me without cause?"

"Without cause? You struck me." Mistress Sinai invaded his personal space. "How dare you, a human, strike ME!? As the bloodhost to the king, I hold a great deal of power in this kingdom. You have meddled with the wrong person."

"I did not meddle with you. You struck me twice, I merely returned the favor."

"I will not kill you," she seethed. "But by the time I am through with you, you will beg for death." She called out, "Soldiers!"

Two Urekai soldiers quickly appeared, seemingly having abandoned their posts. "Yes, mistress?"

"Take him and follow me." She marched away.

The soldiers seized Emeriel by the arms and obediently trailed behind the mistress.

Aekeira arrived at the fourth wing, slightly out of breath.

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She cautiously looked around, ensuring no soldiers were in sight. Sneaking a book out of the library had taken longer than expected. As she turned a corner, her feet abruptly halted.

Two soldiers held Em, leading him away under the guidance of a mysterious mistress. Who was this woman? What did she want with her brother?

Aekeira's instinct compelled her to move forward, but she forced herself to stop. How could she help Em? What if her interference only caused more trouble? She was a slave, and the woman was a mistress. There was no way for her to save her brother.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she blinked forcefully to keep them at bay. She needed to think. To come up with a plan. Dammit, she needed to save her brother.

Suddenly, an idea struck her.

Aekeira broke into a run, making her way to Blackstone. At first, it was easy, none of the soldiers stopped her. They must have thought she was one of the workers.

However, when she reached the main area of Blackstone, where Grand Lord Vladya resided, the soldiers blocked her path.

"Please, I must go in. I need to see Lord Vladya," Aekeira pleaded, panting and out of breath.

"You are not permitted in this area, Slave," one of the soldiers sneered. "Leave immediately."

"No, you don't understand. I need to see Lord Vladya. He… umm," she thought quickly, "He is expecting me." The soldiers gave her a disgusted look. One of them advanced toward her, getting in her face. "How dare you lie to us? Leave before I teach you a lesson," he threatened, shoving her forcefully.

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