That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate novel Chapter 357

Chapter 357
“Huh?”

High Lord Herodis was still smiling. How could he not? He had not heard that name in so long, he was not even certain he’d heard it correctly now.

“Process it,” the Grand King said mildly, folding his arms across his chest. “I will wait.”

“Process what? I do not understa—”

And then it struck him. He called me Gustazlion. Dragaxlov.

Herodis went pale. “I’m afraid I have no idea what you’re speaking of Your Grace.”

“Oh, you do.” King Daemonikai’s voice was quiet, but implacable. “The Oracle told me of a youngling who buried his heritage beneath another name. Who wore a new life simply to survive.”

Herod’s back went ramrod straight. “I do not go by that name. In fact, I have not been addressed by it in over two millennia. It does not exist to me.”

“Perhaps it’s time it starts meaning something to you again.” The Grand King walked to the nearest couch, lowering himself onto it. Crossing his legs, he added, “The Northern Throne needs its ruler.”

“With all due respect, my Grace, I must decline,” Herod said flatly.

He felt no anger in him as he said it. No pain, no bitterness.

The old resentments had faded long ago—lost somewhere a thousand years past, when he had stopped caring about his ancestors’ crimes or their legacy.

Time did, in the end, heal certain things.

“I expected as much,” King Daemonikai said, nodding slowly. “You buried that part of your life so deep you never once tried to resurrect it. Not even when the Dragaxlov elders died.”

“Never once did it cross my mind,” Herod answered truthfully. “Were it not for the Oracle, it would have remained a faded past. One that feels as if it never belonged to me at all.”