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

Chapter 486: Ottai couldn't believe this. "Your woman and I did NOT go through the fires of hell and that damned cold sea to save you, just to watch you throw your life away like this!"

"Tell him, Ottai," Vladya encouraged, casting an approving glance.

"It's human and mage toxin, not Urekai. I can bear it until the antidote is found," Daemonikai said firmly, folding his arms with that familiar haughty stance of a king. "Besides, everyone seems to forget: I have a strong resistance to many poisons."

"Perhaps once you did," Vladya countered sharply. "A fully recovered Grand King Daemonikai, yes. Not the sick, weakened king, barely recovered from walking the very doors of death. Let me do this." "Says the Grand Lord Vladya with one foot in madness land," Daemonikai shot back.

Both Vladya and Ottai gasped. Vladya's jaw hung open in shock. "A low blow, ancient one." But despite his words, a faint smile tugged at his lips.

Daemonikai was unapologetic. "And I can strike lower."

"Oh, you-" Vladya moved to grab him, clearly ready to brawl. Ottai was struck by nostalgia for a heartbeat. The sight of them like this brought back memories of simpler times, glimpses of their old selves. The carefree camaraderie they had shared before tragedy struck Urai. It was like a brief return to their carefree past.

"Um… gentlemen," Aekeira's soft voice cut through.

They all paused, turning to see her standing before them. She had left her sister's side and approached them, her face determined.

"Someone teach me," she said in a steady voice. "I would like to suck the poison out myself."

Vladya's body went rigid. "Absolutely not."

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"She's my sister-"

"You will go NOWHERE near that poison," Vladya thundered, his voice ringing with the authority of a grand lord. Aekeira's eyes widened, and she took a step back.

Ottai couldn't help but chuckle. She likely hadn't heard that tone since her return.

"I don't know, Vladya. She does seem rather determined," the king's eyes gleamed with mischief. "Perhaps she would-"

"Perhaps she would do nothing. I am removing her from here." Stepping forward, Vladya took Aekeira by the arm. "Do nothing reckless in my absence, old friend."

He cast a sidelong glance at Ottai. "And Ottai, ensure he does not go through with this. The poison will eat away at his organs. It's too dangerous. He's not fully recovered enough for this." With that, he led Aekeira out of the room.

Though "led" was generous-he practically dragged her out while she protested, digging her heels in.

Silence settled over the room.

Then, the grand king's green eyes pinned him. "Do you believe you can stop me, Ottai?"

Ottai rolled his eyes, a faint sigh escaping him. "As if anything I say will sway you. You've already made up your mind."

He shook his head. "Still, I'd like you to reconsider. Emeriel would not have wanted this."

Daemonikai's gaze drifted to Emeriel's still form. So peaceful, so achingly beautiful, even as she lay there, slipping away.

"Perhaps," he conceded. "But she has to be alive to decide what she wants or doesn't want. And I intend to make that happen."

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