Dragon King's Harem Chapter 424. The Late Snow Elf King's Wish II

Dragon King's Harem Chapter 424. The Late Snow Elf King's Wish II

I nodded, still stroking the Drake’s snout as I spoke. “The mana in the invitation… it must’ve acted as a beacon. It led the Drake here because it knew I’d understand, or at least try to.”

General Guillotine crossed his arms, his expression hard to read. “So, what now, Your Majesty? Are you suggesting we keep it?”

I glanced at him, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of my lips. “Not exactly.” My eyes drifted back to the Drake, its massive form almost dwarfing everything around it. A plan was already forming in my mind, one that made my blood hum with anticipation. “We’re going to return it to the queen. Or better yet… we’ll make it her wedding gift.”

Eir’s eyebrows shot up, his disbelief plain as day. “You’re going to take it? But it’s a Drake. Transporting it will be nearly impossible, not to mention dangerous.”

“It won’t be,” I said confidently, stepping back slightly and letting my hand fall away from the Drake’s snout. “It trusts me now. It knows I’m here to help.”

Eir didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t argue. General Guillotine, however, wasn’t so easily swayed. “And that’s all?” he asked, his deep voice laced with skepticism. “You’re planning to give it back as a gift and nothing more?”

I turned to face them fully, my expression hardening. “Not quite. There’s more to this than just the Drake.”

Guillotine frowned, clearly waiting for me to explain. Eir, too, looked at me expectantly, his mind already piecing together that I wasn’t done talking.

I crossed my arms, the weight of the situation settling over me as I spoke. “We’re preparing for war,” I said, my voice steady but cold. “Infiltration, to be exact.”

Guillotine’s frown deepened, his confusion evident. “What do you mean, Your Majesty? The snow elves have been our allies for years. Why would we attack them?”

“Not them,” I corrected sharply, my eyes narrowing. “The groom. He’s our target.”

Eir’s eyes widened slightly, the gears in his mind turning as he processed what I’d just said. Guillotine, on the other hand, looked completely blindsided.

“The groom?” Guillotine repeated, his tone incredulous. “Why would we—”

I held up a hand, silencing him. “Because he took the queen’s son,” I said bluntly. “He’s holding the boy hostage to force her into this marriage.”

Both of them froze. Eir was the first to recover, his usually sharp demeanor faltering for just a moment. “So the Drake…” he started, his voice trailing off as he pieced it together.

“It came to me for help,” I finished, my gaze shifting back to the massive creature behind me. “That memory showed me—its bond with the queen’s late husband—it’s tied to all of this. The groom isn’t just forcing the queen into marriage; he’s threatening her family, her kingdom, and everything she stands for.”

Guillotine let out a low growl, his fists clenching at his sides. “Why didn’t she tell us sooner?”

“Because she couldn’t,” I said simply. “Think about it. If she reached out to us, it could’ve put her son’s life in even more danger. The groom’s probably watching her every move.”

Eir crossed his arms, his sharp eyes narrowing. “And you’re sure about this? You’re willing to risk an alliance over this?”

I met his gaze, my expression unyielding. “This isn’t just about an alliance, Eir. It’s about doing what’s right. If we let this stand, what does that say about us? About me? Also… the groom had an ill intention from the start and the snow queen has come to me personally. In my dream.”

He held my gaze for a long moment before nodding slowly, his respect for my decision clear. “Then what’s the plan?”

I glanced back at the Drake, its icy eyes watching me with a strange mix of trust and sorrow. “First, we secure the Drake and ensure it’s ready for transport. Then, we infiltrate the wedding. We’ll keep things subtle, at least at first. The goal isn’t to start a war—it’s to get the queen’s son back and take down the groom.”

Guillotine let out a low huff, his expression grim but resolute. “And if things go south?”

“Then we remind them why no one messes with a Dragon King,” I said, my voice cold and sharp.

The Drake let out a low rumble, as if in agreement, and I couldn’t help but smirk. This wasn’t going to be easy—nothing ever was. But I wasn’t about to back down. Not when so much was at stake.

“Alright,” I said, turning back to Eir and Guillotine. “Get the preparations started. We don’t have much time.”

They both nodded. As they moved to carry out my orders, I turned back to the Drake.

“Don’t worry,” I murmured, placing a hand on its snout once more. “We’ll make this right. One way or another.”

The Drake let out a low rumble, almost like it understood. Its icy breath puffed into the air between us, a sharp contrast to the warmth simmering in my chest. I took a step back, letting my hand drop to my side, but my mind was already racing. Plans, contingencies, possibilities—they all swirled in my head, forming a web of ideas I could barely keep up with.

The Trojan Horse.

The idea was so simple, yet so effective that it had stood the test of time in my original world. I could feel the edges of a smile tugging at my lips as the plan began to take shape. It wasn’t just about brute force—it was about strategy, deception, and precision. If we played this right, we wouldn’t just win; we’d dismantle everything the groom had built.

The Drake was the key. Its size, its presence, and the value it carried as the previous king’s pet—all of it was perfect for what I had in mind. Yes, it was the drake who would become our horse…

"This may be difficult for you, but believe me. I will get this done," I whispered.