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

Chapter 358: "Now, can someone explain to me how the Armageddon is Emeriel a girl? And WE didn't find out about it!?" Ottai's voice reverberated through the hall as they moved from the grand high court to the court of duty.

Vladya took a heavy breath, casting a sidelong glance at the distraught fourth ruler. Since Emeriel's secrets had come to light, Ottai had gone through varying stages of shock, stumbling through his duties, even stammering during official court matters. Yet, as time passed, he seemed to absorb the information a little better.

Though, at times like this, Vladya doubted if Ottai had processed any of it at all.

"Ottai," Vladya sighed, rubbing his temples. "I've lost count of how many times you have asked this question." "Do you think losing count is the problem here? I'm losing my mind!" Ottai glared at Vladya as if it were his fault. "You dragged me into this mess without a single thought of what it would do to my sanity! Which, by the way, is completely shattered."

They rounded a corner, the sound of their boots loud in the empty corridor.

"Are you seriously going to keep being such a child about this?" Vladya rolled his eyes. "Get a handle on it already."

"Oh, let me see if I've got this straight. A boy we purchased alongside a girl, suddenly sprouts breasts, lets down his hair, and turns from looking handsomely beautiful to breathtakingly, femininely beautiful." Ottai's voice rose in pitch. "And if that wasn't enough to melt my brain, the boy is a Syren. Oh, and just for kicks, he's also the grand king's soulbond. A SOULBOND!"

"I know, it's mind-blowing, right?" Vladya deadpanned, his lips curling into a sarcastic smirk.

Ottai raised his hands. "It's mind-obliterating!"

Ottai stopped mid-step, his hand reaching out to grip Vladya's arm, and he leaned in closer, lowering his voice to a whisper. "Wait… Was she the 'business' he had to take care of for a few days? The female in heat who imprinted on him?"

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"Uh-huh." Vladya's eyes shifted toward Daemonikai, who walked ahead, his face stony and unflappable. Ever since the gathering, Daemonikai had said little beyond what was necessary in court.

"Shit. How did that happen?" Ottai hissed, stealing glances at the grand king. "If he did not know she was a girl, how did they… how did they manage to spend her heat together?"

Because no one meddles with those crazy bitches called fate. Vladya did not know all the details, but it seemed Daemonikai had met Emeriel under a different identity, not realizing who-or what-she truly was.

"Even if Daemonikai's side of the bond was dormant, it would be fully awake now," Ottai murmured, more to himself than to Vladya. "Not only did they nurture it through the heat, but now he knows the truth. Does this mean… he's going to be mated again?"

Vladya's stare flicked toward Daemonikai again. His old friend's eyes darkened, but he gave no other reaction, remaining silent.

"That's enough, Ottai," Vladya muttered under his breath. "You can keep processing all of this, but keep it in your head, alright?"

They had reached the entrance to the Court of Duty. The grand doors swung open, revealing a hall packed with lords. Vladya swore. He had not seen this many lords gathered in one place in a long, long time. Had every lord in Urai-and beyond-made the journey to witness the proceedings?

As they stepped inside, all eyes turned toward them. The lords rose in greeting, the atmosphere tense and crackling. Zaiper was already seated, his face cold and calculating. Vladya and Ottai moved forward, taking their respective seats.

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