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

Chapter 633: The Oracle merely watched him. Long. Unmoving.

It was uncomfortable, to say the least.

"I shall pay you a visit. Expect me," she spoke with finality.

Zaiper hesitated only a fraction of a second before turning sharply on his heel. The Second Ruler could not walk away fast enough. What was that about?

When one was uneasy in the presence of the Oracle, it was often for one reason alone: secrets laid bare, sins revealed.

Daemonikai was… curious. What had the Vampire of Greyrock done this time?

Zaiper had been unusually quiet all evening, showing none of his usual sharp tongue or stirring unnecessary arguments in court. He hadn't met the Oracle's eyes once, which was highly unusual for a man who rarely passed up a chance to assert himself.

"A great deal has happened in the past five hundred years, has it not?" the Oracle broke the silence.

Pushing his intrigue aside, Daemonikai walked with the Oracle through the citadel.

"Yes, it has."

"May I speak casually?"

"Of course."

She paused, her steps slowing as she turned to face him.

"I wish to offer my sincere condolences for the loss of your family, Great Grand King."

The old grief rose like a tide.

"Thank you. It… wasn't easy."

"It never is," she said gently.

"You are strong. Both as a Urekai and as a ruler."

For a moment, he said nothing, his gaze fixed ahead. At last, he murmured, "Sometimes it does not seem like it."

"I know how it may feel. But what seems true is not always the whole truth. You are in your darkest moments now, but it will not always be this way."

Daemonikai's lips twitched in the faintest sardonic smile.

"Are you telling me about the light at the end of the tunnel?" He tried not to sound sarcastic, though he wasn't sure he succeeded.

The Oracle's lips mirrored his faint smile.

"Have some faith, Great Grand King. No one knows what the future holds, but a little faith makes the journey worth enduring."

"There you go with the cryptic words again," Daemonikai muttered, though his tone was lighter.

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The Oracle's expression turned serious.

"Just as the past road has not been easy, the near future holds its own challenges. But you may already know that, judging from your mood today."

Daemonikai stiffened. Of course, she knew.

"What do you know?" he asked lowly, his throat tight.

"Perhaps all of it," she said quietly.

"You are worried about the upcoming Eclipse Moon Night. Worried you may not be able to protect your people and those you love, just as you could not five hundred years ago. Am I correct?"

Daemonikai swallowed hard, staring at the horizon.

"You have every reason to be worried, Great Grand King."

His voice was hoarse when he spoke.

"What do you have to tell me about it?"

"Contrary to what many believe, I do not have all the details. But even if I did, you know I cannot share them."

"The Oracle is all-knowing but none-speaking. The Oracle cannot share knowledge that disrupts the natural order," Daemonikai recited the ancient text The Gods and Their Servants from memory.

"Every youngling by the age of ten knows that."

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