The Vampire King's Pet-Chapter 348: We’ll kill Her

Aira slowly nodded her head to show that she understood, even as she responded, her posture steady and her expression thoughtful.

"I’m going to send more guards to find my sister! The more time it takes to find her, the more worried I get!" she honestly told him, making her concerns clear without trying to soften them. Her voice carried a firmness that reflected how serious the matter was to her.

She was confident that Zyren wouldn’t try to stop her. That thought alone allowed her to move closer to him without hesitation. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss against his neck, just below his jaw, lingering there for a moment longer than necessary.

"Once we find her, then together we can find all the Zygons like we did in the werewolf kingdom and wipe them all out!" she said with a grand smile spreading across her face, her eyes bright with conviction.

She could already imagine it—her and Zyren standing side by side, victorious once again. Her sister safe, no longer missing. Her and Zyren along with her sister living happily ever after... with the baby in her belly too.

Who knows, maybe Rymora’s baby would be born at the same time, she thought, the idea bringing a fleeting warmth to her chest. But that warmth was quickly followed by a flicker of worry. She realized that she needed to get Savira, the vampire healer, to constantly check up on the baby. Rymora was a werewolf, and Lord Drehk was a vampire.

Compared to her, they clearly had much more to be worried about.

The thought stayed with her as she leaned in again, kissing Zyren on the lips once more, brief but reassuring. She pulled away and turned around, already preparing to leave, saying her goodbyes with a smile.

She knew Zyren had enough guards on her at all times that he didn’t need to ask where she was going. It was something she didn’t mind at all.

She liked the attention. She liked his obsessive attitude over her, the way he ensured she was always protected. Enough for her to want him to continue showing it without restraint.

Still, she said her goodbyes properly and turned around to leave, closing the door gently behind her. The sound echoed softly before fading as she headed down the stairs.

Her expression shifted as she descended, becoming more serious. She ignored the guards stationed nearby as she walked past the bedroom areas of the castle and toward the entrance, her steps measured.

It had been days since her sister went missing, and no sign of her had been found. Not even the slightest trace. Aira refused to believe that her sister would suddenly head off to another city without a word.

It was a conclusion that became harder not to come to the longer she searched without finding anything at all.

Still, she dispatched more guards, issuing instructions as she passed them, even as she herself intended to go through the city and look around. She needed to see things herself.

Because if Liora could deceive anyone else, Aira didn’t believe that she could successfully deceive her eyes.

Meanwhile, Clay had been in the garden, a hat resting on his head as he planted flowers. A soft smile sat on his face as he worked, ignoring the passing maids who kept giggling quietly at the sight of him.

His gaze remained fixed on the plants he needed to grow as he carefully pruned the bushes, his movements slow and precise. The work was extremely boring, repetitive in nature, but it was also something he had come to enjoy over time.

There was a strange comfort in it. He found himself wondering how flowers so delicate could also be so pretty, how something fragile could still endure.

His mind continued to wander until his sense of smell reacted first. His hands paused mid-motion as a frown slowly crept onto his face, one he couldn’t suppress.

His gaze shifted outward, scanning the garden until he noticed a maid approaching him beneath a nearby tree. There was a blush on her cheeks as she walked closer, her steps light.

But instead of smiling back, Clay’s entire body tensed.

Everyone else would see her as a normal maid. Nothing unusual. Nothing alarming. But Clay recognized the power inside the Zygon that had taken over the girl’s body.

Enough to realize that he was standing in the presence of the utmost ruler of the Zygons, the one who had taken matters into his own hands and crept into the castle himself.

His hands shook slightly as he instinctively began to bow. He stopped himself at the last second, straightening his back before the gesture could be completed.

He knew that if he bowed, he would draw attention. Attention that would earn him the error of the ruler who had chosen to appear in person.

For a few moments, silence filled the space between them. Clay didn’t dare speak. The ruler didn’t seem in any hurry to speak either.

The silence stretched, deliberate and heavy, meant to unsettle him. Clay felt it working as tension slowly showed on his face.

Finally, the maid spoke.

She stretched her hands out, touching the plants with a soft smile on her face, as though the topic at hand was something as harmless as flowers.

"You have been nothing but a disappointment!" she said in a soft, feminine voice, even as she blushed lightly.

It was obvious to Clay that when it came to shape-shifting and pretending to be human, none could compare to the ruler. He was the first, the original, before he went on to create others out of himself.

"You were sent here to find Zyren’s weakness, yet all I hear is how you’ve become a lover of a vampire noble!"

Clay felt the urge to speak, to defend himself, but he resisted. He knew better than to do something that would only displease the ruler further.

He bowed his head slightly, directing his gaze toward the flowers as he forced what should have been a soft smile onto his face. It came out stiff.

"The only evidence that you haven’t betrayed your race," she continued in a low voice that prevented anyone from eavesdropping unless they moved closer, "is the fact that I could sense your seeds inside of her!"

Clay felt the urge to lower his head further but remained still, silent, only speaking when he was finally permitted.

"Zyren is powerful! He has no weaknesses!" Clay said, having already learned how completely and soundly they had been defeated in the werewolf realm.

"Using Lady Vivian against him wouldn’t work, since he does not care for her—"

He scarcely finished before the order came.

"If she’s truly useless, then kill her!"

The maid leveled her gaze on him, giggling as she hid her mouth behind her hands, speaking in a way one might use with a crush.

Although her words were far crueler than they seemed.

"Put her out of her goddamn misery and join the cause. If we cannot kill Zyren, then we’ll kill the woman who can help identify us," she declared.