That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate novel Chapter 241

Chapter 241 

Also, Ottai was utterly lost. Flowing in the sea of confusion, kind of lost. 

“Uhmm, hello guys? I’m still here,” he waved a hand to get their attention. 

They turned in unison, eyes snapping to him. They’d forgotten he was even there, hadn’t they? 

“You two could at least clue me in on this ‘solution‘ you’re discussing,” Ottai said dryly, curious. 

“No,” Daemonikai said at the exact moment Vladya added, “He plans to suck the poison out of her and take it into his own body.” 

“What!?” Ottai blanched, aghast. 

But now that he thought about it, it made sense. That explained Daemonikai’s sudden shift of mood. He had gotten a solution, no matter how unconventional. 

Ottai couldn’t believe this. “Your woman and I did NOT go through the fires of hell and that damned cold sea to save you, just to watch you throw your life away like this!” 

“Tell him, Ottai,” Vladya encouraged, casting an approving glance. 

“It’s human and mage toxin, not Urekai. I can bear it until the antidote is found,” he said firmly, folding his arms with that familiar haughty stance of a king. “Besides, everyone seems to forget: I have a strong resistance to many poisons.” 

“Perhaps once you did,” Vladya countered, sharply. “A fully recovered Grand King Daemonikai, yes. Not the sick, weakened king, barely recovered from walking the very doors of death. Let me do this.” 

“Says the Grand Lord Vladya with one foot in madness land,” Daemonikai shot back. 

Both Vladya and Ottai gasped. Vladya’s jaw hung open in shock. 

“A low blow, ancient one.” But despite his words, a faint smile tugged at his lips. 

Daemonikai was unapologetic. “And I can strike lower.” 

“Oh, you-“Vladya moved to grab him, clearly ready to brawl. 

Ottai was struck by nostalgia, for a heartbeat The sight of them like this brought back memories of simpler times. 

Seeing glimpses of their old selves. The carefree camaraderie they had shared before tragedy struck Urai. It was like a brief return to their carefree past. 

“Um… gentlemen,” Aekeira’s soft voice cut through. 

They all paused, turning to see her standing before them. She had left her sister’s side, approached them, her face determined. 

“Someone teach me,” she said in a steady voice. “I would like to suck the poison out myself.” 

Vladya’s body went rigid. “Absolutely not.” 

She’s my sister-” 

“You will go NOWHERE near that poison,” Vladya thundered, hi voice ringing with the authority of a grand lord 

Aekeira’s eyes widened and she took a step back. 

Ottai couldn’t help his chuckle. She likely hadn’t heard that tone since her return. 

“I don’t know, Vladya. She does seem rather determined,” The king’s eyes gleamed with mischief. “Perhaps she would- 

“Perhaps she would do nothing. I am removing her from here,” Stepping forward, Vladya took Aekeira’s by the arm. “Do nothing reckless in my absence, old friend.” 

He cast a sidelong glance at Ottai. “And Ottai, ensure he does not go through with this. The poison will eat away at his organs, It’s too dangerous. He’s not fully recovered enough for this.” 

With that, he led Aekeira out from the room. 

Daemonikai’s gaze drifted to Emeriel’s still form. So peaceful, so achingly beautiful, even as she lay there, slipping away. 

lifted to meet Ottai’s. “The truth is, there’s still a void in my heart,” he revealed, “Yet, I have never felt more alive His 

eyes These past few years, I was just going through the motions of living, methodically. I have felt more whole these recent days than I have in so long.” 

“Even without the bond,” Daemonikai reiterated with a slow nod “What does that tell you, Ottai?” 

“That you genuinely care for her.” Ottai was touched, and it made him so emotional. “I never thought I would see this day again. I’m… truly glad for you, Your Grace.”