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

Chapter 827 Chapter 827: "Full, pulsing, and pure. Everything you've been missing... it's only a matter of time." "It's only a matter of time," Vladya repeated, though in a quieter voice. "We just have to... pray for the Oracle's survival. The ritual can only continue if she lives." Daemonikai nodded solemnly once more. The Oracle was still fighting for her life. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Fɪndηovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Bringing Zaiper's sins to light had shattered seventy of her bones. The first and most extreme case of its kind.

Some had already lost hope, but Daemonikai refused to give up. He had summoned the oldest and most skilled healers, the best shamans from Urai and beyond. For two months, they had tried everything: treatments, blood rituals, enchantments. But still, her self-healing abilities had not activated. Without that, her bones would remain broken, and she would not survive. A week ago, one of the elder shamans had formally requested permission to perform the Ceremony of Peaceful Rest-a ritual meant to ease the soul's passage into the afterlife. Daemonikai had refused.

He would not hand her over to death. Not yet. "Anything else anyone wishes to add before we conclude the day?" Daemonikai rose to his feet, his voice signaling dismissal. The court was already stirring: robes rustling, chairs scraping, the echo of people preparing to leave, the post-session chaos buzzing in the air. "Actually, yes, Your Majesty," said the Grand Lord Gaff, rising to his feet. "It concerns the night of the lunar eclipse." Everything fell silent.

"I believe it's time we stop pretending it isn't right around the corner, and begin making real preparations." "It's been happening for years, Lord Gaff," replied Grand Lord Belzebob, crossing his arms. "Oh, please," Gaff shot back. "Are we really going to pretend we haven't noticed the repeated signs? The waxing moon has appeared more frequently than it should over the past few months. No one knows exactly when it will arrive, but the signs are there. I think it's time we stop delaying and start preparing." Daemonikai's good mood vanished completely. Lunar eclipse night.

The very words made his shoulders tense. He preferred not to think about it-not about the last one, and certainly not the one to come. But Gaff, as Grand Lord of Ceremonial Affairs, was right. Turning away wouldn't dispel what was looming. . . .