The Last Lycan King Is My Slave novel Chapter 172

Chapter 172

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I turned toward those dark eyes and the serious face of a young woman.

Of course I knew this would happen.

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Every time she reached a certain age, she wrapped herself up like a damn mummy in all those bandages soaked with her strange plants and shaved the years off herself at a frightening speed.

How old was this Estingia really?

Only the Goddess knew. I was starting to believe she was older than the founding of the realm.

“Because I know you’re worried about her, but aren’t we preparing her for… for when you’re no longer at her side?” Her voice was low.

That endless, macabre forest stretched around us, and not a living soul could hear us.

“When I’m no longer at her side, you will be. You made me a promise, Legna….”

“And I will keep it until I die, Your Majesty. I will take care of your mate, but do you truly not want to see how far she can fly on her own?”

I stayed silent at her question, my heart split in two, storms roaring through my mind, more fractured by the day.

“Isidora will reach limits neither you nor I can foresee, and not only because of the strange scarlet power of her wolf, but because of who she is. She is incredible….”

She confessed it in a rare moment of affection, because that old woman only warmed herself with the fire of the three males who were always following her around.

If Isidora saw her praising her like this, she would think she was hallucinating.

“And I know she will make it. I didn’t take her under my protection only because you ordered me to,” she added, looking straight at me.

She was one of the few who could hold my gaze without looking away.

“I decided to break my rule of not caring about anyone else because I saw something in those three women that no longer exists among the Estingias… honor and loyalty.”

With those words, she gave a simple bow and disappeared again into the mist rising between the trees.

I stayed there, huffing as I pinched the bridge of my nose, full of frustration.

Around me, the mist began shifting into wolf-like shapes, into red eyes that were always spying on me.

I could feel my strength draining under those shadows that cursed the lycans.

Soul bared his fangs at them, full of rage, and I knew very well why he was so desperate to see her.

Only she could ease the pain in our chest, the one growing unbearable, and that emptiness becoming harder and harder to

fill

I headed after the slaves, the warriors who had come to watch the spectacle, and the haughty Estingias waiting to take a novice Estingia not as a disciple, but as a new weapon to use.

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Chapter 172

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That was these women’s system. No mercy, not even among themselves, with codes I couldn’t quite bring myself to like.

But I understood one thing very clearly. Only the strongest survived.

And my woman had to be the strongest, because if anything happened to her, I would end up razing this damn world before losing myself to madness.

“She’s close. She’s running toward the ruins! But I smell her blood, damn it!” Soul threw all that information at me at once.

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