บททั้งหมดของ BOUND TO THE DEMON LORD: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

🎀 CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY🎀 Zayla sighed, taking another long sip of her tea. It was hauntingly perfect, just the right amount of warmth, with a subtle sweetness that didn't overpower the floral notes. It was the kind of comfort she desperately needed after witnessing a massacre. "So, I'll be waking up soon," Zayla said, her voice sounding small in the vast hall. "I’ve surely been unconscious for a long time. Based on how long I was in that world... days must have passed in the real world." Serenya set her cup down with a delicate clink and shook her head. "No. A single day has not passed." Zayla blinked, setting her own cup down a bit too hard. "But you told me! You said thirty days here is like one day in the real world. I spent weeks, maybe months, in that life. I felt every sunrise, Serenya." "True, I did say that," Serenya replied, her voice remaining maddeningly calm. "But I wasn't referring to the memory-world you just left. Even if you spent ten thousand days

🎀 CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-TWO 🎀 Asher’s head snapped up. His eyes locked onto the physician with a look that made the old man freeze. For a second, the whole room went quiet. Then, that intense look faded. He went back to his usual cold, bored expression. He looked down at his book again, though he wasn't actually reading anymore. "Is that so," Asher said, his voice flat. "It took her long enough. I was starting to think she enjoyed the silence of being unconscious." The physician opened his mouth to talk about her recovery, but Asher just gave a slow, dismissive wave of his hand. "That will be all. Leave," Asher said, not even bothering to look at him. The physician bowed quickly and hurried out. Asher sat there for a bit, the silence stretching out. He closed his book with a soft thud and set it down on the cushion. "Kai," Asher said quietly. "Yes, My Lord?" "Keep an eye on my mother. If she stirs, send for me immediately." Asher stood up and straight

🎀 CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-FOUR🎀 Zayla strolled down the stone pathway, her teeth sinking into a crisp, sweet fruit. Beside her, Lyra followed along, matching her pace and happily munching on her own snack from the basket she carried. The afternoon was peaceful until a faint, pained sound drifted through the air. “Ouch...” It was soft, barely a whisper, but it was enough to make Zayla freeze mid-chew. She tilted her head, her eyes scanning the nearby shrubbery toward the source of the noise. "Did you hear that?" Zayla asked, lowering her fruit and glancing back at Lyra. "That definitely wasn't the wind." They followed the sound, weaving through the garden until they spotted a woman sitting on the grass, wincing as she clutched her leg. Zayla didn't hesitate. She dropped her fruit and rushed over, dropping to her knees beside her. "Are you alright? What happened?" The woman looked up, her face pale but kind, and gave a small, breathless laugh. "Oh, Asher is goin

🎀CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-SIX🎀 Zayla let out a nervous laugh that sounded more like a hiccup. "Erm... I really can sit somewhere else,Please, you don't have to give up your seat for me," she said, her voice small and frantic. "I insist. Besides, I'm sure Asher wouldn't mind the change in company," Elira said, shooting a pointed, knowing look at her son. Asher’s jaw tightened as he met his mother’s gaze. "You are taking this way too far," he muttered, his voice low and warned. Elira didn't seem even remotely intimidated. She simply smiled, walked over to Zayla, and took the younger girl by the hand. With a gentle but firm grip, she guided a frozen Zayla toward the table and settled her into the chair right beside Asher. Once Zayla was safely tucked into the "hot seat," Elira moved down to another chair, smoothing out her skirts as she sat. "There. Much better," she said brightly, picking up her utensils. "Let’s eat." ----- Zayla was convinced every bite was going

🎀CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-EIGHT🎀 Zayla was dead sure this woman wanted her dead. Was she serious? she was still shaking from the fear of what Asher might do to her for that insult in the infimary, Her heart hadn't even finished recovering from the first heart-attack he gave her, and now Elira wanted her to walk straight back into the lion's den? No way. Hunger is making me hear things, Zayla thought, staring at the older woman in disbelief. "My legs are a bit weak," Elira said, sounding way too innocent. "I’m quite tired and still recovering... so please, do me this favor." Before Zayla could even mutter an excuse, Elira was already moving. She started packing the cookies into a small basket. She even poured some of that same tea Zayla was drinking into a fancy ceramic cup and tucked it in next to the treats. She slid the basket across the counter toward Zayla. "Please, don't let the tea get cold," Elira said, finally pulling off her kitchen gloves. She flashed