All Chapters of BOUND TO THE DEMON LORD: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

🎀 CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-NINE🎀 Zayla was fully dressed and ready for the day, practically glowing as she stepped out to look for Elira. She searched around until she finally found her sitting peacefully in one of the gardens, sun-drenched garden, carefully knitting and occasionally sipping from a warm cup of tea. "Morning, Mother!" Zayla beamed, rushing over with excitement to take a seat right beside her. She called Elira "Mother" now because she vividly remembered Elira asking her to use that beautiful title. "Zayla!" Elira beamed, her face lighting up with genuine joy the moment she saw her. She immediately set her teacup down on the small table next to her, completely distracted from her knitting. "How was your night with Asher?" Elira asked, a knowing, happy smile spreading across her lips. "Splendid," Zayla replied, smiling from ear to ear like an innocent child. Elira quickly glanced around the quiet garden to make sure no one was eavesdropping, then she l

🎀CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-ONE🎀Panic instantly ripped through the library. The quiet readers who had been scattered among the tables began to scramble in terror, their hushed whispers turning into desperate cries as the thieves took over. To assert their dominance, the men began violently flipping the heavy wooden tables upside down. They tore priceless, ancient books straight from the shelves, tossing them onto the floor and carelessly stepping on them with their muddy boots. Zayla’s eyes widened in absolute shock at the wanton destruction. She quickly whipped her head to look at Asher, expecting a sudden outburst, but he didn't have a single reaction. He stood there like a statue of pure ice. "Empty your pockets! Every single one of you, surrender everything you have right now!" the leader shouted, his voice echoing off the walls. Terrified citizens immediately began digging into their pockets and bags, frantically pulling out coins and jewelry just to save their own sk

🎀 CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-THREE🎀 To make matters a million times worse, the guards literally sandwiched her right between them on the carriage bench. They made absolutely sure she was locked in the middle so she wouldn't lose her balance, but it felt like a total trap. She wanted to burst into tears right then and there. She didn't know a single street in this entire city, so where the hell was she supposed to tell them she lived? She just sat there in their midst, her legs shaking uncontrollably from pure anxiety as the carriage rolled smoothly down the stone road. Then, out of nowhere, a desperate stroke of genius hit her. "My child..." she whined, leaning toward the less mean-looking guard with a pathetic grimace. "I am incredibly pressed. Where can I ease myself quickly before I have an absolute accident?" The guards immediately took the bait and told the driver to pull over at the nearest public restroom. One of them even helped her climb down from the carriage

🎀CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-FIVE🎀 Zayla stood there completely frozen, shock paralyzing her limbs. She slowly raised a hand and wiped her face, blinking hard to make sure she wasn't trapped in some vivid dream. But when she opened her eyes, he was still standing there. Truly, she wasn't dreaming. "Father?" she called out again, her voice cracking with emotion. A warm, familiar smile spread across his face. That was all the confirmation she needed. Zayla rushed forward and threw herself at him, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck in a desperate hug. King Edric let out a hearty laugh, holding her close and completely enveloping her in his protective embrace. When they finally pulled apart, he looked down at her with soft, apologetic eyes. "I am so sorry, my little girl..." "No, don't be," Zayla interrupted quickly, shaking her head. "Everything happens for a reason anyway." "Maybe so," he murmured gently. "But what are you even doing here?" Zayla asked, her head spin

🎀CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-SEVEN🎀Asher and Kai arrived at the gates just in time, sliding into the chaos like total badasses.Without breaking a sweat, Asher jumped straight into the thick of the rumble. He tore through the remaining enemy troops with absolute, brutal perfection, cutting them down one by one until the ground was completely cleared.Once the dust settled, Asher just stood there, totally calm. His eyes locked right onto Vargos, who was currently jumping down from his horse while slow-clapping with a toxic smirk on his face."Impressive. Truly a masterclass in violence," Vargos mocked, taking slow steps toward him. He stopped just a few feet away, his eyes burning with pure hatred. "You remember me, don't you, Lord Asher?"Asher let out a dark, mocking chuckle. "Too bad for you, I’ve got an incredibly sharp memory. It’s honestly a blessing and a curse at the same time. How could I ever forget a pathetic face like yours?"Vargos’s jaw clenched, his playful attitu