hotmtlnovel Chapter 121: Nightfall and Truths
Chapter 121: Nightfall and Truths
Daemon's eyes narrowed, voice low. "You want me to kill Father..."
Bianca nodded without hesitation. "Yes. Think about it, my son. All the pain he caused you—why do you think you were cursed to be the reincarnation of the Demon King? It was his mistake. His sin."
Daemon went silent, staring at her.
"No one will question it," she continued. "He's already sick, already weak. Even a low-ranked soldier could finish the job."
He frowned slightly. "How did he even become like that?"
"I've been poisoning him for months," Bianca admitted, her voice chillingly calm. "But the bastard refuses to die. His body clings to life like a roach."
"I see..." Daemon replied flatly.
He looked at her for a long moment. She was staring at him with desperate hope, her eyes
"It's not like that," Daemon muttered.
Before Gabriel could press further, a voice called out—
"Sorry, your highness! Sorry for being late!" Vivian came running up, her dress flowing behind her.
Both brothers turned as she approached. Vivian looked stunning in a flowing gown, her silver hair pinned neatly with light makeup that brought out the icy blue in her eyes.
"You look amazing in that dress," Gabriel said, smiling and clearly flustered.
"Thank you, your highness," she replied softly.
Gabriel and Vivian were dressed in matching gold and yellow, the perfect noble couple. Daemon glanced away, wondering again if he should've brought Nyxtriel—but this wasn't the time for sentiment. This was day four in Varyndor. He needed to make progress. The Angel had to go.
Just then, Captain Veyne walked up to them.
"It seems you two are heading out, your highnesses," he said with a respectful nod.
"Oh, Sir Veyne," Daemon greeted. "Yes, just a little outing. Something casual."
"I see. And what about your companion?" Veyne asked.
"She didn't want to come," Daemon replied smoothly. "Said she's shy."
Gabriel scoffed. "Or maybe someone didn't want her around."
Daemon ignored him. No use starting another argument—especially not today.
Veyne chuckled. "Well, enjoy yourselves."
They all climbed into the carriage, and with a gentle jolt, the wheels began to roll.
Vivian opened the window and spotted the Queen watching them from one of the palace balconies.
"Goodbye, your highness!" she called out cheerfully, waving.
Daemon blinked and leaned slightly to look. "I didn't even know Mother was there," he muttered, glancing at Gabriel.
Gabriel's face was tight, his jaw clenched.
"You still haven't made peace with her?" Vivian asked, sensing the tension.
Gabriel didn't respond.
"At least say something," she pushed, raising her voice. "Ignoring her like that—it's wrong!"
But Gabriel remained silent, unwilling to speak.
Vivian turned to Daemon, frustrated. "Your highness, say something too!"
Daemon looked away from the window, disinterested. Talking about it now was pointless. In truth, he found it interesting that Vivian had never involved herself with him much at all. In his past life, even when Gabriel began to descend into madness, she hadn't interfered. He once wondered if she was mute.
Then something caught his eye.
A blur leapt across the rooftops outside the carriage window—white hair flashing in the morning sun.
Daemon's eyes widened slightly. Nyxtriel.
"What is it, brother?" Gabriel asked, noticing Daemon's sudden jolt.
"Nothing," Daemon said quickly, hiding his smile.
Through the window, he caught another glimpse of Nyxtriel moving swiftly across the rooftops. Even though she could've dissolved into shadow or smoke, she remained in human form—just so he'd see her.
A quiet message passed between them without a word: The plan is in motion.
The carriage rumbled along, heading down the cobbled roads of Varyndor.
Toward a day none of them would forget.