Chapter 242

"P-Poison?" Prince Ron stuttered, shocked. "What are you talking about? How did that happen?"

Prince Kayziel shook his head in mild exasperation, his ghostly form flickering as he observed Prince Ron. For all his occasional cleverness, the human could still be rather dense at times. Before he could even respond to Ron's question, the flap of the tent opened, and a man wearing a dark cloak entered, bowing respectfully.

"Your Highness, everything is ready," the man announced.

Prince Ron blinked, confused. "What is ready? I didn’t ask you to get anything ready."

Prince Kayziel let out a small chuckle. "He's talking to me," he clarified before turning to the man. "Good. Carry the vessel to the altar. And remember, do not dispel the spell. I don't want it running away."

"Yes, Your Highness," the cloaked man answered. He walked over to where Prince Ron sat, his steely frightening gaze locked onto him.