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

Chapter 485: The yellow in his eyes receded completely, and even his stance relaxed. All the tension drained from him in an instant.

What was going on?

Daemonikai straightened, and for the first time that evening, he faced his oldest friend.

Vladya's lips curved into a faint smile. "Hey, old man. How have you been?" The hard lines on the grand king's face eased. Stepping away from the bed, he walked to Vladya, eyes sweeping over him, taking in every detail. He paused at his friend's paw-like hand.

Vladya self-consciously flexed his clawed hand. "Yeah, it's-" His eyes fell on Daemonikai's own arm, where the trails of blackened blood were still visible.

"Daemon…" Vladya's tone held a hint of concern.

Daemonikai pulled him into a bone-crushing hug. Vladya returned it, squeezing back with equal force.

"You've come so far," the grand king stated. "Thank you for fighting so hard."

Vladya let out a rough chuckle. "I could say the same for you," he muttered. "Who else but you would journey to the spirit world and come back?"

"A few have," Daemonikai grunted.

"You live a dangerous life, old man," Vladya cleared his throat, pulling back slightly. "It gladdens me more than you know to see you here."

Daemonikai smirked, arching a brow. "Who's the sap now?"

"I know why you're suddenly being all chatty," Vladya's tone sobered. "You're planning to use that solution on Emeriel, aren't you?"

A beat of silence passed, charged and heavy.

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Vladya scowled. "Don't do it."

The grand king cocked his head to the side. "You have a better idea?"

"I don't," Vladya's mouth tightened. "But I don't want to watch you suffer through that."

His brows shot up. "You're kidding, right?"

"Then let me do it."

"She's my woman," Daemonikai growled possessively. "Mine. I do it."

"Daemon, would you-"

"Don't 'Daemon' me. I will do this." He stated firmly, "And after this, I will confront Zaiper. And after that, I will go back to the scene of the crime to investigate myself. No one, ABSOLUTELY NO ONE, rests tonight until I've found the culprit behind this."

"Does he mean his usual confrontation? Because that was bad." Ottai winced. "Now, I pity Zaiper."

Also, Ottai was utterly lost. Flowing in the sea of confusion, kind of lost. "Uhmm, hello guys? I'm still here," Ottai waved a hand to get their attention.

They turned in unison, their eyes snapping to him. They had forgotten he was even there, hadn't they? "You two could at least clue me in on this 'solution' you're discussing," Ottai said dryly, his curiosity evident.

"No," Daemonikai said at the exact moment Vladya added, "He needs to suck the poison out of her and take it into his own body." Ottai blanched, aghast.

But now that he thought about it, it made sense. That explained Daemonikai's sudden shift in mood. He had found a solution, no matter how unconventional.

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