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

Chapter 578: "It occurred this morning," Lord Vladya explained. "I intend to surprise Daemonikai with the news."

Beside her, Aekeira was beaming with joy. Emeriel marveled at how joyful her sister had become these days.

"I am truly happy for you, Your Highness," Emeriel said sincerely, curtseying once more. "And like my sister, I pray your mind will heal as completely as the Grand King's has."

She paused. "I also wanted to express my gratitude for your assistance in the past. I never had the opportunity." "I played a minor role," the grand lord waved his hand. "And I won't pretend my motives were entirely unselfish. Keeping Daemonikai unaware of your identity was my primary concern."

"Nevertheless, thank you for turning a blind eye," Emeriel insisted. "And for visiting me after my secret was revealed, when everyone else left me alone."

Lord Vladya's expression softened. "You have matured considerably these past few years. I once questioned Ukrae's wisdom in choosing you as Daemonikai's Soulbond, but I now realize the gods knew precisely what they were doing. You are well-suited to him, Emeriel."

Emeriel hadn't expected such a compliment, especially from him. It was unexpectedly gratifying. "Thank you, My Lord."

GRAND LORD OTTAI

"Hold your stance, soldier! A wobbling shield will cost you your life on the battlefield!" Grand King Daemonikai's voice boomed across the training grounds.

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A young soldier hastily adjusted his grip, his face flushing under the scrutiny. Grand Lord Ottai stood a few paces away, observing the grand king with a keen eye. His own soldiers flanked him, mirroring his attentive posture. He watched as Daemonikai moved down the line, correcting a young archer's stance. In moments like these, Daemonikai was a force to be reckoned with. Over millennia, he had led them into countless battles, securing victory after victory.

There was no trace of the playful ruler now… only the ruthless commander.

"Archers! Show me what you've got!"

At his command, the soldiers in formation raised their bows in unison. There was a ripple of movement before a shower of arrows arced through the air.

"Many of you are improving," the grand king's voice resonated across the field. "Your accuracy has increased, but your stamina still lags! On the battlefield, that weakness can be fatal! You need-"

His words cut short. He stopped moving.

A hush fell over the training grounds. Everyone was focused on him, anticipating his next command, but Daemonikai seemed… frozen. He stared at some distant point on the horizon.

His eyes grew cold, his jaw clenched, fists tight at his sides. Tension radiated from him.

Was he lost in thought?

"Your Grace?" Ottai called out cautiously.

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