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

Chapter 639: "That someone will not be you." The Oracle's voice dropped into something colder, deadlier.

"Come clean to the kingdom. Confess your crimes and face the consequences."

"How does 'never' sound?" Zaiper drawled.

"Tell the people what you have done, or I will." Zaiper let out a bark of laughter, ignoring the sharp stab of pain it sent through his ribs.

"You can't do that, you withered hagspawn. You are not allowed to interfere," he reminded her, wiping the blood from his mouth.

"I can, and I will." Her golden eyes blazed like twin suns.

"Do not mistake my restraint for weakness, Devil's spawn. I would gladly sacrifice my life to expose the darkness you have wrought. To cleanse this land of your corruption."

Zaiper's smirk vanished. Surely, she does not…

"You don't mean that," but his voice lacked its usual arrogance.

"Foolish boy," the whisper was coated with disdain.

"The first pages of The Gods and Their Servants will tell you an Oracle does not speak idly. Every word I utter is weighed and measured."

Now his heartbeat was drumming against his ribs.

"You expect me to confess? You expect me, Zaiper Dragaxlov, to walk to my own execution?"

"What I want," the Oracle said coldly, "is justice."

"You cannot reveal secrets of that magnitude, the impact could kill you! That's right, I also know a bit about that damned book and your oath," he said smugly.

"Yes," she was unfazed.

"But I will gladly die than let you get away with this."

Zaiper gawked at her.

She stepped back, her expression unreadable once more.

"I will grant you time to consider your choices, Grand Lord Zaiper. But know this: this matter will not rest. Justice will be served, with or without your cooperation."

Turning to the door, she moved toward it.

Zaiper's mind raced. There had to be a way to stop this.

"Wait! I wish to strike a bargain!"

"Denied." Her voice was calm.

"Consider your choices, Dragaxlov. I will return." She didn't so much as glance back.

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Anger overpowered panic. I will strangle her with my bare hands!

He rose. Or tried to.

Pain, like moving water, rushed through him until Zaiper felt like he was surrounded by burning pillars, forcing him to sink back to the ground.

"Wait! You cannot do this to me!" He meant to shout, but the words came out as nothing more than a ragged groan of pain.

The Oracle paused at the threshold.

Angling her head slightly, she cast a final glance over her shoulder.

"And while I am feeling generous, undo every foul enchantment you have woven into the Grand King's mind."

Zaiper sat there, panting through unexplainable pain. She knew of that too!?

"Tear them from his mind, thread by cursed thread, until not a single trace of dark magic remains. Do not test my patience further, you spawn of darkness."

Then, she vanished into the night.

PRINCESS EMERIEL

One week later.

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