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

Chapter 732: In the front row of mistresses, another chair remained unoccupied; the seat reserved for his bloodhost.

Daemonikai had heard everything that transpired in his absence after he regained consciousness three days later. Vladya had told him Sinai brought her fate upon herself, but Daemonikai still felt bad about his actions. As usual, he remembered nothing of those hours.

Fortunately, the Mistress was alive, healing under care.

The ceremony moved forward, the solemn cadence of the sacred rites beginning. The priests and high elders took their places, starting the murmured incantations. The priestess stood over the wide bowl of water set upon the altar, a slender ceremonial blade poised in her hand.

"We give blood to the waning, so the waxing may thrive. Let no shadow devour the whole. Let no darkness steal its soul. Moonrise, moonrise-guard the light until its time."

She drew the blade across her palm, drops of her blood falling into the waiting bowl.

The grand event hall was as still as a tomb, the sacred rites demanding absolute silence. No one moved, not a breath stirred louder than a whisper of cloth.

However, a faint disturbance began beyond the hall's great doors.

At first, it was a murmur. A distant scuffle, like the shift of restless feet. But it grew louder.

Voices now. Raised commands. The sharp rings of steel.

Inside the silent hall, the assembled clans glanced at each other with confusion. But none broke the sacred silence.

Daemonikai gestured to Wegai, who nodded once and signaled several soldiers.

They left their posts, slipping away quietly to investigate.

The chaos outside grew louder.

The grand entrance doors flew open with a crash, and standing there, behind the great doors, was the last person Daemonikai expected to see.

"Oracle?" He straightened, breaking the silence.

The old woman turned, looking behind her as if she expected something to follow. Then, with a wave of her staff, the grand entrance slammed shut of its own accord.

"Seal this door, barricades in place, now!" the Oracle ordered.

The guards hesitated, glancing at Daemonikai, who frowned but gave a curt nod. They moved immediately, hauling the iron drawbars into place to reinforce the door.

Daemonikai turned back to the tense Oracle.

"We are in the middle of the sacred rites for the Moonrise-"

"That can wait, Great Grand King." Gripping her staff tightly, she walked forward, her steps heavy as she moved toward the center of the hall.

"I bring news of great importance. It may be the last news I ever deliver, which is why I ask you to listen carefully. Do not interrupt me. Do not react, no matter how difficult it becomes. I have but little time to speak all that must be said."

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Daemonikai frowned deeper. As cryptic and maddening as she had always been, something in her tone rooted him in place. He exchanged a glance with Vladya, then Ottai. Both were tense too, and just as watchful.

"I am hunted," the Oracle went on.

"Those who wish to keep this secret buried pursue me. They will soon break down that door and try to undo my words. But I am the Oracle. I do not lie, and most of all, always remember… it's not a lie if every bone in my body shatters as I speak truths never meant to pass my lips."

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