That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate novel Chapter 377

Chapter 377
This century will be remembered as one that witnessed her greatest fury. Could any day go by without her seething in rage?

Mistress Sinai marched closer to the manor’s crumbling corridor, where Zaiper’s voice boomed like a roaring fire.

They were hiding—again—in one of the many abandoned manors scattered across the outer territories. And today, he was boiling.

“Fifty soldiers!” Zaiper roared. Glass shattered against the wall. “Fifty trained and capable soldiers!”

Sinai halted just outside the door, pressing herself flat to the wall, listening.

“I’ve invested centuries of gold, sweat, and planning into building you and your men, preparing you for war while the rest of the realm slept.” Another crash, another shattered object. “I trained you all in silence while the world turned a blind eye. My soldiers. My effort. And what did that leave me with? A heap of corpses! All for one mission—one mission—to kill a human female!”

The fury in his voice climbed higher. Another explosion of sound followed… something heavier this time, splintering wood perhaps.

“HOW DOES THIS MAKE SENSE!?”

Sinai pressed her lips together tightly. He was unraveling. Completely unhinged.

“We nearly succeeded in capturing the girl,” Kady, the soldier who seemed to be replacing Razarr, said. “But the Grand King arrived. And not just him—the third ruler as well. I saw it happen from a distance. Our men never stood a chance.”

“Fifty trained warriors,” Zaiper spat. “Armed with lethal vials capable of downing our kind. And not one of them could take out two males?” His voice dipped into a quiet, menacing snarl. “And what about you, Kady? Hiding on a hill, watching your comrades die, then scuttling back here with nothing but your useless life. No corpse. No capture. No intelligence. Nothing.”

“But my lord—"

A loud slap and the sound of a body hitting the floor.

Sinai flinched. He’s really lost it. What in all the hells was I thinking, coming to him for protection? This male is deranged!

“I have no army!” Zaiper paced hard across the creaking floorboards. “A king without a throne! Without soldiers! Useless!” He exhaled harshly. “At the very least, tell me she was damaged. That something happened to the abomination growing inside her.”

“One of ours roughed her up before the Grand King arrived,” Kady’s voice came, low.

“Now, that’s the kind of news I—”

“But… the Grand King arrived before any lasting harm could be done.”

Something heavy was slammed onto the floor.

“Your men are worthless. Every last one. Now they’re nothing but a bunch of worthless, rotting corpses. Razarr would have succeeded. He wouldn’t have failed me.” Another beat. “Tell me, Kady, how is someone like him dead... and you are still alive?”

“I apologize, Your Majesty,” came the emotionless reply.

Sinai narrowed her eyes at the door. Zaiper was beyond unstable. She couldn’t decide if he was terrifying… or pathetic. Maybe both.

Is this the male I cast my lot with? What the hell was I thinking?

Kady spoke again. “If I may make a suggestion…”

A deep, angry breath—an effort to find calm.

“Considering how empty it is up there, you can try.”

“I say we prepare for the eclipse night,” Kady said. “The quarter moon is too frequent; it’ll be here any night now. We do everything like we did five centuries ago—use the dark mage to glimpse the night of the eclipse, strike fast, steal the Chalice so they can’t defend themselves, and then we kill everything we want. Everyone they hold dear. This time, the Grand King dies. So does Grand Lord Vladya. We finish it.”

Zaiper was quiet for a moment.

“There’s a problem with that plan, don’t you think, Kady?” he said finally. “First, I have no army left to go to war with. Second, I’ve already used up my credits with the dark mage. In the past, it was easier to get favors because he owed me his life. We had a blood pact—specific terms and limited favors, all measured carefully against the cost of his magic. That balance is now paid in full.” A hard exhale. “Are you aware of the price of magic for revealing significant information about the future?”

“Blood?”

“Blood,” Zaiper affirmed. “The blood of a noble, to be precise.”

Kady was quiet.

“If it had been in the past, when the kingdom was still oblivious to our movements, it would have been easier to snatch someone of noble birth,” Zaiper continued. “But now? Everywhere is fortified. Every border locked down. We only made it to Ravenshadow last time because of help from our spy—help that’s burned now. They’ll have doubled their defenses. Tell me, Kady, where do you suppose I’ll find a noble to bleed?”

Mistress Sinai shook her head, straightening. Without his title, his army, or his gold, he’s nothing. Disorganized. Powerless. And clearly slipping.

She should’ve left the moment she sensed it. Not too late for that.

Sinai turned, taking a single step.