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

Chapter 868 Chapter 868: He recalled a few weeks ago: he had been working in the study with Emeriel when the letter arrived. Initially, he had asked for it to be discarded. "She sent three birds, my love," Emeriel had whispered. "This isn't a typical message. At least let's see the context before burning it." So, he opened it. And upon reading, he discovered everything. The magnitude of Zaiper's past sins. The terrifying complexity of his current plans. It had been exasperating. But it had also given him an advantage.

All thanks to his radiant star, who had urged him to invoke her favor before the werewolves, even when he had stubbornly resisted. Calm and rational, she had shown him the wisdom in it, drawing his gaze toward hope, toward the bright possibilities of her help on a night like this. And now, he was glad he had listened. Pleased that he had made the call. "Hey, Elder," Vladya's voice came from behind him. Daemonikai turned. He raised an eyebrow at the sight of him. "You do remember you weren't supposed to fight tonight?" Vladya snorted, his tunic splattered with blood, a wide grin on his face.

"Says the man who spent the night hunting." Daemonikai exhaled a soft laugh. "I saw our new prisoner," Vladya said. "I must say, tonight is turning out quite nicely." "It is," Daemonikai agreed, clasping his hands behind his back as they walked side by side. "How are things going with the bloodsuckers?" "They never made it to the inner halls. Our people are safe. Well..." He glanced up at the sky. "Mostly thanks to the werewolves. They annihilated the vampires before half of them even knew what hit them. The rest fled." Daemonikai glanced at him sideways.

"You're terribly upbeat tonight for a Urekai crossing the eclipse moon." Vladya laughed. "Good things are happening, my friend. I passed my third ritual yesterday. Tonight, we captured Zaiper. I ripped the fangs out of a few leeches. What more could a man ask for?" Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Findηʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. gⱯlnσνes․com has the stories you love Hasty footsteps reached Daemonikai before the figure came into view: a young woman running toward them. The familiar slave bowed with wide eyes. "Your Highness...

Your Majesties," she said breathlessly. Daemonikai stood still as Vladya tensed. . . .