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

Chapter 753:

Zaiper was the mastermind behind everything. Joined forces with… The Oracle’s final words had troubled him. Who were Zaiper’s accomplices?

The question never left his mind. They had slept beside him, eaten at his table. He had recounted everyone he knew who had been close to Zaiper—high lords, mistresses, friends, even commoners. No one was beyond suspicion now.

Could it be… Sinai?

Could it be his own bloodhost?

“Vjegai, seize them,” he ordered.

Nora’s wide eyes filled with panic. She and the second handmaiden didn’t have time to scream before the soldiers surged forward, clamping iron grips on their arms.

Daemonikai turned on his heel, their cries following him down the corridor.

“Please, Your Majesty! Have mercy!”

“Your Grace—please!”

He neither spared them a glance nor slowed his steps.

As the guards dragged the sobbing females inside, Daemonikai followed them, his hands clasped behind his back. The guards shoved them through the iron doors, and he entered after them.

He looked to one soldier. “Fetch the spiked whips.” Then to another. “Summon the slavemasters, I want scalding oil and ground chili peppers. Now.”

The two handmaidens were as pale as bone now. One had already wet herself, the stench of urine reaching his nose. Both fell to their knees, tears streaming down the faces they pressed to the ground.

“Please, have mercy! We beg you, Your Grace!” Nora wept.

“Your Highness, forgive our transgressions!”

“Silence.” Daemonikai crouched before Nora, taking her chin in his hand and lifting her teary, blotched face until their eyes met. Her terror was absolute.

g∆𝗅𝑛𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰𝓸𝗺, – 𝓃𝑒𝓍𝓉 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝗈𝗇

“I will ask you a question,” his voice was soft. “You will answer. You will speak truthfully. You will leave out nothing. If I am displeased by your answer, I will walk away. These males will carry out my command in my absence, and I will return in the morning to ask you again.” He blinked slowly. “And if I am still displeased then, you will be beheaded. Am I clear?”

The female trembled so violently, he thought she might faint.

“Y-y-yes! Yes, Your Grace!” she sobbed.

“Tell me everything regarding your mistress’s ties to Grand Lord Zaiper. Any conversations you overheard, any suspicions you might hold.” His gaze bored into hers like a spike through wood. “Tell me if there was anything unusual about her departure—the way she behaved, how she packed, anything that seemed amiss.”

The words tumbled out of Nora so fast that not even diarrhea could catch up. Stumbling. Sobbing. Tripping over her words, but she gave him everything.

Some details were redundant. Some were hysterical and unnecessary. But she was thorough. More thorough than he could have hoped.

Daemonikai listened without interrupting. At some point, he waved for a chair and seated himself, crossing his arms as the tale unwound before him.

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