บททั้งหมดของ BOUND TO THE DEMON LORD: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

🎀 CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINE🎀Inside the grand hall, the air was thick with the scent of expensive wine and heavy perfumes. The ceremony was in full swing, and a group of performers moved with fluid grace in the center of the floor, their silk robes fluttering to the rhythmic pulse of the music. Cayren sat in a high-backed velvet chair, his eyes scanning the sea of noble faces. "Where the hell is Kaelric?" he muttered, his voice barely audible over the music. Vaelor, who was slumped in the seat beside him and lazily swirling a goblet of dark wine, followed his gaze. "Last time I checked his chambers, he was indulging in a bath," Vaelor said with a bored shrug. "He’s probably spending an hour just admiring his own reflection." Cayren didn't respond, his expression like granite. Noticing the frostiness, Vaelor leaned in closer, his tone dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Brother, you’ve barely looked at me since you arrived. Don’t tell me you’re actually nursing a grudge

🎀 CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ELEVEN🎀 The air in the room didn't just turn cold; it turned lethal. Remiel’s words hung over the banquet like a guillotine blade that had finally dropped. The noblewoman’s predatory smile finally flickered and died. Her extended hand, once so confident, now looked pathetic and stranded in the air. A dark flush of humiliation crept up her neck, staining her cheeks as she realized she’d been publicly discarded for the very girl she had tried to ignore. She looked like she wanted the floor to swallow her whole. "I can't stay in this cage another second," Remiel breathed, his voice a jagged whisper meant only for Zayla’s ears. His grip on her hand was iron-tight, a desperate anchor in the middle of the storm. Without waiting for a royal dismissal or a single word from his father, Remiel turned his back on the golden thrones. He began to stride toward the exit, dragging Zayla along with him, his cloak billowing behind him like a shroud. Up at the h

🎀CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTEEN🎀 The storm outside felt miles away as Zayla sat by the small table, she picked up one of the fruits she’d plucked earlier and started peeling it. The air in her room was warm, filled only with the sound of the rain drumming against the roof and the soft scrape of the blade. "I saw the tree and couldn't help myself," she said, trying to keep things light. "I just plucked a few and brought them for you." Remiel didn't say a word. He just sat there, leaning back and watching her with a quiet smile on his face. "Thank you," he said suddenly. Zayla blinked and looked up from the fruit, her knife still in her hand. "What are you thanking me for?" she asked, sounding a bit confused. "For everything," he answered, his voice low. She just shook her head and smiled, going back to peeling the fruit. She didn't want him getting all deep and emotional right now. Once she had a good slice ready, she held it up to his face. "Open up. Say ahhh." Rem

🎀 CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN🎀 Cayren leaned back, folding his arms tight across his chest. His forehead was creased with a deep frown. "I still find it hard to believe it was Remiel you saw," he muttered. "The boy can barely look Father in the eye, let alone plot to kill him." Kaelric’s lips curled into a small, knowing smile. He looked completely relaxed. "It’s okay to doubt me, brother. I know it sounds crazy. But the evidence is staring us in the face. Tell me,why did the attackers wait until we were all gathered in one room before they struck? They wanted the whole family at once. Who else has that much bitterness built up?" Cayren’s eyes sharpened. He wasn't entirely sold. "If you really saw him with those men back then, why didn't you stop him? Why didn't you say something right then and there?" "I wanted to see what he was up to," Kaelric said quickly, his voice smooth as silk. "I thought maybe he was just being rebellious, or getting into some minor trouble. I d

🎀 CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTEEN🎀 Cayren was moving with a speed that made the air whistle past his ears, his cape snapping behind him like a whip. Every step he took was fueled by the memory of last night. To think he had actually felt sorry for the boy. He had pitied him, defended him against the coldness of the others, and this was how Remiel repaid him? By trying to slaughter the entire bloodline in one night? He was halfway to the stables to mount his own horse when he nearly collided with Vaelor. Vaelor looked as calm as a summer breeze, lazily snapping a fan open and shut as he strolled toward the King's wing. He looked at Cayren’s red, sweating face and raised an eyebrow. "Morning, brother," Vaelor said, his tone light. "You look like you're about to go to war." Cayren didn't even slow down, his eyes fixed ahead. "I know who sent the attackers last night." Vaelor stopped mid-step, leaning in with a look of mock surprise. "Really? Do tell. Who is the mastermind