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

Chapter 432: Sinai stared at him, flabbergasted.

"I plan to take over his throne, but it wouldn't benefit me if people knew I harbored ill will for their beloved grand king. Don't you agree?" He rolled his shoulders, clearly enjoying Razarr's touch. "So, no, I won't interfere. Not when it has nothing to do with me, nor offers any benefit to my cause. You'll have to sort this one out on your own."

Sinai couldn't believe her ears. She simply couldn't believe this. "Don't give me that look, lovely Sinai. My hands really are tied." Zaiper chuckled. "Worry not, I will make it up to you in another way."

"This is the only way I want!" Sinai was so angry she could spit nails. "And why are you so cheerful today, anyway? Is there a special occasion I'm unaware of?" "Why, of course," he drawled, stretching languidly. "If I'm to be grand king soon, I might as well start getting ready, don't you think?"

She eyed him suspiciously. "What is it this time?"

"My plans are already in motion, sweet Sinai. Tonight, Daemonikai will die."

Her heart skipped a beat. Sinai schooled her expression. "And how do you plan on getting this done?"

"Oh, it's quite simple, really. Nothing grand or complicated." Zaiper purred. "I handed a human a weapon capable of killing him with a single stab to the chest. A killer disguised as a mere herbalist."

Sinai mulled over his words. "You handed this human one of our relics?" That would be reckless, even for Zaiper.

Zaiper scoffed. "I would never be so foolish, of course not. Just a normal dagger, laced with our poisons. Ottai will be in Mabblewood tonight, so my killer will slip past the guards under the pretense of delivering herbs."

He smiled. "If all goes well, the human will be handsomely rewarded. If it goes south, the human takes the blame, or I'll eliminate their entire family. It's a win-win situation."

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"It is," she finally muttered, "if your plan goes accordingly."

"Good. Now, as I was saying, perhaps it's time you return to the training fields if a mere tap from a small human can knock you unconscious."

Just like that, Sinai's annoyance returned, accompanied by her never-ending embarrassment.

PRINCESS EMERIEL

She emerged from the garden, carrying a small basket packed with delicate magnolia blooms, borage leaves, and a handful of ripe fruits. As she neared the fortress building, someone tugged at her garment from behind.

She turned, only to find… no one.

Confused, her eyes lowered. And there, barely reaching her knees, stood… a youngling. An actual Urekai child.

Emeriel had glimpsed them before-rare as they were. The Urekai kept their children close, guarding them like treasures, never letting them stray far.

But this one… this girl child was alone. No adult waited nearby, no watchful parent in sight.

"Fruits," the youngling mumbled, her eyes fixed on the basket.

Emeriel's gaze darted around, wary of onlookers who might misinterpret the interaction. She didn't need a crowd accusing her of harming their child.

"Where are your parents, young one?"

"Sick mama. No food." The child held her clothing and tugged again. "I'm hungry, princess."

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