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

Chapter 704: "Argh! Fucking old lady!" He lost his footing, struggling to steady himself.

She merely watched him with a blank face.

"Do you know what I enjoyed most?" He ran his tongue over his lips.

"Watching the humans bind Kristoff to a tree as I stood before him, looking my dear brother in the eyes as I told him-'The Northern Throne will never be yours,' just before I beheaded him." Pure fury contorted the Oracle's features.

Now that he had begun talking, he simply could not stop. It felt so damn good to say it out loud.

"And the look of betrayal on his face?" Zaiper cackled.

"The pain in his eyes as he took his last breath? Poetic."

The Oracle's lips thinned.

"You accursed monster."

"Which reminds me… where is his son?"

There was no reaction. Not that Zaiper expected one.

"You see, it never really bothered me because the boy has remained hidden for over two millennia. I'm certain he's out there somewhere, living his own pathetic little life. He would never dare set foot in this fortress and declare himself Kristoff Dragaxlov's heir," he stated, grinning widely.

"But still, I would very much like to know his whereabouts."

"And you genuinely think I will tell you that?"

"No, no, of course not. I know you will not, which is a pity." Zaiper clicked his tongue.

"I would've enjoyed gutting him as well. Make sure no one else comes for my throne while I continue to plot my conquest of all the clans!"

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"Look what hunger for power has done to you," she said in heavy disgust, shaking her head.

"Greed. Unmitigated wickedness."

Zaiper backed up to the edge of his bed and sat.

"You know the best part of it all? They have no idea." His body shook with laughter.

"I stay in the shadows, weaving my webs, playing my games, orchestrating countless conspiracies, achieving victory upon victory, and yet… They. Have. NO. Idea."

He was laughing so hard, tears slipped from his eyes.

"I'm very clever, you see. I leave no trace, no trail, nothing. I make it look so natural. Take a look at Daemonikai-he mounted his female into a half-dead state, but because he's a feral survivor, he has no idea what to think. Is it a resurface? Dark magic? Or was it all that crazy maze-trap mind of his? He treads uncharted territory."

Zaiper wiped the tears from his face.

"I thought of all those things quite carefully, deciding… it was worth using up my last favors. The perfect plan. How was the big bad beast supposed to know it was all me?" He shook his head, marveling at his own cleverness.

"Even you, Old Lady, have to admit I'm a genius."

The Oracle could not look any more repulsed.

"And now, he plans to start another family." Zaiper barked another laugh.

"I have no plan in mind yet, but I can tell you the end. I'll lie in wait for the pretty princess's belly to swell fully. Perhaps seven months? Eight? Then I'll capture her, plunge my hand into her pathetic human body, and rip the little one out of her."

Something dark and deadly crossed the Oracle's face.

"I may take her sister too, I don't know. It will be entertaining, do you not agree?" He tapped his finger against his knee, thinking.

"Just like Evie watched me slay her son before I ended her too, I will extend the same fate to the human princesses."

The old lady finally moved, traversing the distance to stop so close he could feel the power radiating off her.

"I have existed since nearly the dawn of time, have witnessed countless atrocities and unspeakable horrors-I have seen kingdoms rise and fall. Many have required my intervention, but I did not meddle."

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