That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 163

Chapter 163:

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The proposal was met with a chorus of disapproval. The ritual was dangerous. They would all be left exposed and defenseless to unforeseen complications that may arise during the elimination.

The trauma of the last eclipse moon was still fresh in their minds, and the people would undoubtedly resist any attempt to hasten its arrival. It was one thing to know the night of darkness and helplessness was coming; it was quite another to willingly summon it.

Arguments erupted, swaying back and forth in a heated and protracted debate.

Zaiper seemed to realize he was losing ground. “Very well. We will abandon the eclipse moon plan. Instead, we’ll rely on the next best option. We shall use every weapon at our disposal to subdue the beast. Scented leaves from the forest of Abadin, daggers infused with dragonblood, iron shards, and firearms loaded with poisoned bullets. Combined, these will significantly weaken, if not outright kill, the beast.”

Another wave of murmurs swept through the court. The overseer of military affairs rose to his feet once more, his voice heavy with doubt. “Are we truly to use such lethal poisons on the grand king? It seems… heartless, even for a noble cause.”

“I agree with Lord Jakal,” Grand Lord Ottai finally spoke. “We cannot go to such extremes. Not when it concerns King Daemonikai.”

“It is indeed a harsh measure,” Lord Zaiper admitted. “But we must make the tough decisions if we are to emerge from this battle alive. This is our best chance at success.”

The debate raged on, a maelstrom of conflicting opinions and anxieties swirling through the hall.

Vladya, however, remained silent, a tempest raging beneath his cold features. His fists clenched so tightly his knuckles whitened, nails digging into his palms. The beast within him stirred closer to the surface, and not in the usual “I-am-upset” kind of way.

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No, it was a dark rage. A deep, consuming black rage.

Vladya felt an overwhelming urge to shift and kill everyone in this court. The hunger for their blood was so potent he could almost taste it on his tongue. He wanted to tear them limb from limb, starting with Zaiper. To challenge Zaiper to a duel, a fight to the death, and break every bone in his body. Then Vladya would adorn Zaiper’s now vacant throne with Zaiper’s remains.

This rage was not normal. This was the abyss beckoning… a descent into feral madness. Vladya knew it well. If he surrendered to this consuming darkness, there might be no coming back. He might not be able to shift back to his human form afterward.

Yet, even with this knowledge, Vladya did not fight the encroaching darkness. Instead, he let the rage fester. To consume him.

He. Would. Kill. Them. All.

His claws extended, sharp and gleaming. Fangs descended, eager for the taste of blood. Judging by the way the room took on a yellow tint and Ottai’s horrified gaze, Vladya’s eyes must have also changed color.

“I’ll be back,” Grand Lord Ottai announced as he stood. He strode across the podium, grasped Vladya’s arm, and steered him toward the back room.

Vladya could have resisted, but the unwavering resolve in Ottai’s eyes made it clear that his friend was prepared to use force if necessary.

Ottai shielded Vladya from the prying eyes of the court as they made their way to the backroom. Once there, he shoved Vladya against the wall, his voice tight with urgency.

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