Protected: BOUND TO THE BEAST : CHAPTER 101 – 110
BOUND TO THE BEAST : CHAPTER 101 – 110
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Written by Presh Alicia Daisy
After the meeting, Grand Lord Vladya’s mood grew darker as he made his way to the forbidden chambers.
However, as he turned the corner into the corridor, his legs abruptly halted. Trays filled with empty plates lined the wall, meticulously arranged.
His brows furrowed as he cautiously approached.
Daemonikai crouched in his usual posture behind the baricade, but the beast was sound asleep. That deep slumber that always followed a well-fed belly.
Someone had managed to get the beast to eat.
And judging by the placement of the empty plates in the hallway instead of the room, this person had not only succeeded in feeding the beast but had also hand-fed it.
Grand Lord Vladya was too stunned to speak.
“Yaz,” he finally managed to utter when he found his voice.
His trusted soldier emerged from the corner. “Yes, Your Highness?”
“Did all the guards on duty leave when you gave the command for them to vacate the premises?”
“Yes, my lord. I was the last to leave.”
Vladya’s gaze wandered, taking in other details.
The surroundings appeared cleaner. The paintings seemed freshly acquired. The walls gleamed as if they were new, and even the sculpted lion head sparkled.
“They assigned a slave to work here.” Vladya did not ask it as a question.
Yet, Yaz confirmed, “Seems like it. This place looks astonishing. Almost like the old days…” He trailed off abruptly, realizing the inadvisability of his words.
No one with wisdom would dare speak of the old days, especially not to Grand Lord Vladya. “I beg your forgiveness for my wayward tongue, my lord.”
Lord Vladya waved him off, his mind preoccupied. He had personally dismissed all the workers who used to tend to the Abyss Land.
Not because he enjoyed the accumulation of dust, but because, for some inexplicable reason, Daemonikai’s beast would grow highly agitated in their presence.
The feral creature had broken free on numerous occasions, tearing several workers apart. Since then, he had decided it was best to cease any work in this area.
Though it had been several years—three or four, he had lost track.
He was utterly baffled. Someone had labored here for hours, thoroughly cleaning, and had managed to avoid being torn apart by the beast.
Not just that, the creature had accepted food from this person.
“I want to know the identity of the slave who worked here. Gather all the necessary information on this slave and bring it to me. I desire the details upon my return from the hunting trip.”
“Yes, my Lord.”
With a mix of astonishment and relief, Lord Vladya departed, his mood somewhat improved.
BOUND TO THE BEAST : CHAPTER 101 – 110
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