Chapter 437:

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Emeriel shifted her gaze to the grand king. The faint rise and fall of his chest was the only sign of life.

“He’s showing improvement, but without the frostfever…”

“…we cannot be certain,” Madam Livia finished sadly.

They both knew the importance of the frostfever. King Daemonikai had already moved to another chamber the day before, everyone in anticipation of its arrival.

It was a sign that the soul was crossing the Cold Sea, the final boundary between the living and the dead.

Emeriel had checked the legends, read every history text on it. Many souls had been lost during this crossing, swallowed whole by the merciless ice-cold waters.

But those spirits who survived the frostfever returned safely to their bodies.

The thought of it chilled Emeriel to the bone.

What if he does not survive the crossing?

What if she loses him to the icy depths of that unnatural water?

As usual, she breathed deeply and tried not to show her worry.

Emeriel could only hope to be by his side when it happened.

To do all she could to guide him back to the land of the living.

GRAND LORD ZAIPER.

“I don’t believe I heard that correctly. Emeriel did what?” Zaiper shouted.

“From what I’ve gathered, she disarmed and killed the assassin,” Razarr confirmed, his voice steady despite his lord’s outburst.

The second ruler stopped pacing and glared at his head soldier. Razarr met his gaze briefly before bowing his head in deference. The tension in the air could be cut with a knife, but a soft chuckle came through.

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Zaiper whirled around. “What in the hell is so damn amusing, Sinai?”

The mistress tilted her head. “Oh, forgive me, Lord Zaiper. It’s just… well, that ‘tiny human girl’ seems to have thrown quite the wrench in your plans,” she purred, stifling a giggle he could see.

“I can’t help but wonder how lightly she must have touched the assassin’s neck to turn his lights off… forever.” Sinai echoed his own words back at him, snickering.

Zaiper’s nostrils flared. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“It is rather amusing, I won’t deny it,” she drawled, flashing her teeth. “But don’t get me wrong, it’s also a problem. I heard they have already launched a full investigation. What if the trail leads back to you?”

“Not possible. I was careful,” Zaiper growled. “The only one who might know anything is his wife, and she wouldn’t dare speak against me. She’s not that foolish.”

Sinai arched a brow. “Well, I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” Her fingers idly traced the edges of her well-manicured nails. “When a mother hen is desperate to protect her young, logic and fear go out the window. I’ve heard the soldiers even rounded up their families, including the younglings, for questioning. Desperation does funny things to people.”

“Hmm,” Zaiper said, hands clasped behind his back as he pondered her words. “Then she must be dealt with. Razarr, make arrangements. Poison her next meal. Ensure it’s untraceable.” Razarr bowed and left the room.

“I still can’t believe that little breeze of a girl managed to defeat my assassin.” Zaiper’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Pure luck, no doubt, but lately, it seems she has too much of that on her side. I don’t like it.”

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