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

Chapter 877 Chapter 877: "Find him?" "Do you really think I would give you that information?" Zaiper sneered, though it caused him great pain. He still had influence. "Come now, Daemonikai. It can't be fun living with all those charming voices in your head. How about this? Let me go, and I'll give you what you want." The Great King chuckled. "Oh, Zaiper," he said indulgently. "Make no mistake-you will give me everything I want. I truly hope you resist. I want you to. It will make pulling every secret from you infinitely more... satisfying.

I'll enjoy ripping them out one by one until you sing them for all who care to listen." "I've already prepared myself for torture," Zaiper said. "I know there's no escape. Go ahead and begin. But know this: I've already prepared my farewell gift for you. Do you see your madness... that curse? That spell? I'll take the cause to my grave," he swore with smugness. "You'll live the rest of your life with a fractured mind, filled with voices. One day, who knows, they might even drive you to kill your new and precious family." "Mmm. I admire your spirit.

So tell me." Daemonikai leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. "Does it please you to see the chaos your spells caused? To watch me lose my sanity while you strutted about with your sanctimonious speeches, calling me a mad king, unfit to claim the First Throne?" Zaiper laughed. He couldn't help it. "You have no idea how fun it was. Playing you like a puppet, note by note, from behind the curtain, without you ever realizing. It was... exquisite." His smile was unrepentant. "But don't blame me too much, Daemonikai. The true culprit was your pride. You thought yourself invincible.

Too strong to be touched, too feared to be challenged. And because of that arrogance-" "You gave someone like me the perfect opportunity." He let out a rasping cough, amused. "The Dragaxlovs have always aspired to the throne, but the Naelzharoth was too powerful. My grandfather told me that his lifelong dream was to sit upon the First Throne, but every little scheme he attempted to take it from your grandfather failed. He was a coward, like all the rest." Zaiper sighed. "Even at a hundred, I knew I was different from those characterless relics.

I knew I would achieve great things, and that you would help me. Your disdain, that proud superiority... always a Naelzharoth, always looking down on us as inferiors. You never considered me a threat. And that's why I won." Find exclusive chapters gαℓησvℯs․com Daemonikai's silence persisted. "I took your family and savored every second of your roars that night." Zaiper went on, relishing it. "When Evielyn begged me to spare her son, I watched the light fade from her eyes as I drove a blade into your firstborn. You can't imagine the thrill of watching him struggle to breathe." . . .