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

Chapter 716:

The mage’s roars would last no more than a few hours before his body gave out. Iron collars at his neck, wrists, and ankles rendered his magic useless, as it had for all of them.

Usually, Daemonikai was a ruler of patience. He had no taste for punishing the many in pursuit of the one.

But that was before.

He was desperate, furious at the world and at himself.

He was a male on the verge of yet another madness, and he was running out of time.

The guards pushed the heavy iron gates, and he stepped out, the clang of them shutting echoing behind him.

“Keep me informed of any new developments.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.” Yaz bowed low.

Still nothing new. No news on the dark mage. No evidence that tied any of it to Zaiper. The Oracle was still away from Urai, handling “loose ends,” as she had put it. All remained stagnant.

passage of

blood boiled. Rage, his new companion, walked

stood as Daemonikai

applause swelled, hands clapping in unison, voices raised in praise. His people waved banners,

every color and crest shining in the afternoon sun. Reaching his seat,

Urai,” his

your First Ruler,” he gestured briefly toward himself, “and his Third—”

announce

of the crowd was ear-splitting. Shouts of victory. Fists

revel in it for a moment before he raised his hand for

this day, and so here

and celebrate, knowing your rulers stand fully restored, minds unclouded. Our focus solely upon you, our people. We will carry this kingdom to its next greatness, without the dark thoughts

until they became second nature. For a male

his people. At deceiving

strong, and the rains come of their

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