That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 683

Chapter 683:

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Zaiper scoffed.

“Very few is putting it mildly. I care for no one.”

“He stands beside you, the one male you care for.”

Zaiper stared, too stunned to respond.

Then he roared with laughter. For a whole moment, his entire problem vanished, overshadowed by the ridiculousness of that statement.

“Wait. Are you implying that I love Razarr?” He turned to glance at his head guard, who, for once, looked just as bewildered.

“Your voodoo must be malfunctioning, because I do not.”

“Mm.”

Zaiper rolled his eyes.

“Big guy here is the one with feelings for me. But to me, he is merely a servant. A means to an end. A hole to fuck whenever I see fit.” His lips curled into a smirk.

“He may be more of a friend than most, but I do not have such feelings for him. I do not have such feelings for anyone.” Why was he over-explaining?

Was the silence awkward, or was it just him?

“Can you believe this male, Razarr?” Zaiper huffed, pointing a finger at the mage.

“Tell him I do not have such feelings.”

“My master does not have such feelings,” Razarr parroted in a perfectly emotionless tone.

Zaiper squinted at him.

“Of course. Forgive me, Your Majesty.” The dark mage inclined his head ever so slightly.

“And for context,” Zaiper added.

“I am clarifying because I do not like the insinuation or the misunderstanding.”

The dark mage hummed again, as though filing the information away.

Then, he tilted his head.

“So, would you sacrifice him for a spell?”

Zaiper’s entire body went still.

“What the hell?”

“You just said you do not care,” the mage pointed out, devoid of judgment, merely stating facts.

“So, would you give him to me in exchange for a spell? He is not enough to perform the ritual needed to kill an Oracle, but for something lesser… an exchange could be made.”

Turning sharply, Zaiper’s gaze locked onto Razarr. His soldier’s face remained blank.

“No, Razarr is not an option,” Zaiper waved a dismissive hand.

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“And it is not up for debate.”

“Sure,” the dark mage echoed.

Clearing his throat, Zaiper forced the conversation back on track.

“If killing the Oracle is this impossible, then what can I do?”

“I’m afraid that is for you to figure out, Your Highness. If you require a spell, you know how to summon me.” With that, the dark mage turned away, his figure already melting back into the shadows.

“Wait.”

The mage halted but did not turn.

“They cannot unweave the dark magic on Daemonikai’s mind without you,” Zaiper said.

“Remain in the shadows. Hide better. Never let yourself be found.”

At that, the dark mage’s head swiveled slightly, the faintest glimmer of amusement in his voice.

“I am never found unless I wish to be. You should know that by now.”

Zaiper did. That much, at least, gave him a bit of relief. Knowing the threads tangled within Daemonikai’s mind would remain intact unless he undid them. And that would never happen.

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