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That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate by Kiss Leilani

Chapter 638
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Chapter 638: And today, he had succeeded.

Absently sipping his drink, he smiled, his eyes tracing the flickering flames.

A knock shattered his peace.

Frowning, he tilted his head slightly. There were hushed murmurs outside.

Scowling, he set his drink down with a thud, pushing himself up.

"Where the devil are all the servants and useless slaves?" His mood quickly soured as he strode to the door, throwing it open.

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The Oracle stood behind the door.

He barely had tto take a step back before the old woman stormed inside.

"You impertinent little child!" Fury radiated from her like an erupting volcano.

"How dare you break this kingdom? How dare you!" She stomped her staff against the ground.

An unexpected force slammed into Zaiper, lifting him off his feet and hurling him across the room.

He crashed against the far wall, pain flaring through his back as he hit the stone floor with a brutal thud.

What the fuck!? Zaiper groaned, rolling onto his side. Wincing at the sharp pain in his tailbone, he gritted out, "You should not abuse your powers like that, Oracle." She stepped forward, her golden-streaked eyes dilated, burning.

"If you can abuse yours the way you have, then I shall do the swith mine.” Raising her staff, she wrapped her fingers around it so tightly.

"How could you do something so despicable?" Stay updated gVlHer voice was thick with disgust.

"Centuries ago, I foresaw many futures—sbetter than others, sdarker than I would have liked. But none as vile as what you have made cto pass." She stomped her staff again, and this time, Zaiper flew across the room, colliding hard against the edge of the fireplace.

Ffffuckk...! Agony lanced through his ribs at the impact, his entire body screaming in protest.

"You are disgusting," the Oracle spat.

"The embodiment of evil itself. How could you do this to your kingdom, to your fellow Grand Rulers? How could you do this to your own blood brother?" Blood filled Zaiper's mouth, and he spat on the floor.

"Oh, sparethe righteous outrage," he sneered.

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"Kristoff got what was coming to him for looking at what was mine." Now, her face twisted into something so dark it sent a chill down Zaiper's spine.

She lifted her staff.

A blast of unseen force cracked through the air.

Zaiper heard cracks a split second before his entire body seized in m agony. A few of his bones had shattered simultaneously.

The pain was unbearable, ripping through him like fire and ice all at opce, "You conniving old hag!" he roared in agony.

"This will take weeks to heal, damn you!" "You are a disgrace to the nDragaxlov," the old woman declared.

"Your clan has long harbored ambitions of claiming the First Throne, but never have they stooped to such despicable acts to seize it. You wiped out an entire kingdom. Slaughtered younglings who looked up to you. Murdered your own brother." Zaiper groaned through his pain, spitting out blood again.

"One day, someone will take that cursed stick from you, Old Lady."