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

Chapter 705
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Chapter 705: "Exactly how we like you," Zaiper snapped.

"Do not interfere with the natural order, return to sleep in the coffin-bed and leave the world to ordinary mortals. Why do you persist?" "Let us just say... this time, I choose to," she said.

"This conversation has sealed your fate, Zaiper Thoryk Dragaxlov. The next twe meet will be in the public eye, withstanding in my physical form while the world listens to tales of your crimes. And that day is near, I have nearly completed my tasks here." She paused, slanting her head to look at him.

"Oh, and I see you are searching for ways to kill me. One dark mage and three shamans? Daring, but pitiful, really. Incompetent rat." Zaiper bristled, turning away, his ears flushing pink. Why did she always have to know? "I could wish you better luck in your pathetic quest," she went on neutrally.

"But it would be wasted. You will not silence me, not your way, not any way. Our ends are drawing near, you and I. Mark my words and carve them with blood; the next twe meet will be your downfall. Prepare for it." She vanished.

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Zaiper sat there, staring at the empty space where she had stood.

A laugh bubbled up in his throat, and he laughed until it hurt to breathe, and still, he laughed.

But when he stopped and the silence came, her words repeated in his ears.

His reality was like a cold bucket of water dumped on him. That bitch.

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI A good mood feeds the soul, and Daemonikai had been in the best of them for days.

Until the message from Mysticaria arrived.

Seated at his desk, he held the parchment.

"I received your message, King Daemonikai, and have since initiated my own investigation. However, I have found nothing to suggest the condition of your mind may indeed involve mage magic." That said, I performed a spell using the hair you sent, and something did appear... strange. There may indeed be magic involved.

I do not say this with certainty, but the possibility must not be ignored.

If mage magic was indeed used, then it was likely performed by a dark mage. Our kind hunts them like sport animals, for dark magic is forbidden. If such a mage exists, he must be hiding within Urai-probably close to the heart of the city.

I offer my sincere apologies that there is little more I can do. However, should you find those responsible, I hope you see to it that they are nailed to the cross.

From the hands of Malghoxivus, King of Mysticaria.

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Folding the letter, Daemonikai stared blankly ahead. So, it was possible. Magic. Someone had dared to meddle with his mind.

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He had conquered kingdoms, brought empires to the ground, o'm shaped the rise and fall of dynasties.

NO Suffice it to say, he had made his fair share of enemies. And senemies never go away.

But what if it was not svengeful king of a forgotten empire? What if e the perpetrator was close? Zaiper...

His gut told him so, his instincts screamed it.

Like all Dragaxlov, Zaiper hungered for the First Throne. That much was common knowledge there was NO nothing new in that—especially not with how pathetic the male appeared at court.