Chapter 631:

“Highness Zaiper, are you alright?”

Zaiper flinched at the sudden voice behind him. Without turning, he recognized it to be High Lord Jakal, the ever-concerned Minister of Military Affairs.

Why not just mind your own business, Jakal? But he swallowed the retort, forcing a calm he did not feel. He gave a stiff nod.

The silent dismissal worked, and Jakal’s footsteps echoed as he departed.

Zaiper breathed out shakily.

“My lord,” came a familiar voice behind him. It was Razarr.

“The Grand King requests your assistance in calming the commotion.”

Zaiper waved a hand in dismissal.

“Find someone else. I have no time for crowd control.”

Razarr did not move.

“Are you worried about the Oracle?”

Zaiper’s teeth ground audibly.

a few

up his arm, and

would come, my lord,” Razarr

was bound

around to face

she was supposed to wake after I had achieved my goals. When Daemonikai was already dead, and I sat on the Grand Throne. By

timing could not

closer, standing just beside

she knows, my lord, she can do nothing. Her oath binds her. She cannot

that—of

the bad feeling in his

doesn’t need to interfere directly,” Zaiper

speak in riddles, plant seeds of doubt, leave clues and hints. The

Razarr raised an eyebrow.

point was almost

is where imagination

my

see everything, despite what the people believe. There’s a

straightened, rolling his neck to ease

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