Dragon King's Harem Chapter 347. Hard Diplomatic Attempt

Dragon King's Harem Chapter 347. Hard Diplomatic Attempt

Despite my desire to aid in any way possible, I realized that there was little I could do other than offer moral support to Evelina and her team of healers. With a heavy sigh, I made the decision to step back and allow them to focus on their crucial tasks without my interference.

Just as I turned to leave, Jyne's voice called out to me from behind. "Wait for me," she said, hurrying to catch up with me as I made my way towards the exit of the tent.

I glanced back at her in surprise, wondering why she had chosen to leave with me instead of staying to assist Evelina. "Don't you want to help Evelina?" I asked her, curious about her sudden change of plans.

Jyne shook her head, her expression somber. "I'm not really a fan of places like this," she confessed, her voice tinged with discomfort. "It just feels...desperate, you know? And I don't really know much about healing," she admitted, her tone reflecting her unease at being in such a serious environment.

I nodded understandingly, realizing that Jyne's carefree nature was ill-suited to the somber atmosphere of the healing tent. "I understand," I reassured her, offering her a sympathetic smile. "You don't have to stay if you're uncomfortable," I added, gesturing for her to follow me as I continued towards the exit.

With a relieved sigh, Jyne fell into step beside me, her demeanor visibly lightening now that she was no longer confined to the confines of the healing tent.

Once Jyne and I stepped out of the healing tent, we were greeted by the crisp air of the camp, a stark contrast to the heavy atmosphere we had just left behind. With a sense of purpose, we decided to make our way towards Eir's post at the front line of the area.

I quickly noticed that he hadn't moved from his spot despite the absence of the lizard tribe convoy in the vicinity. His stance was firm, his gaze fixed on the horizon, ever vigilant for any signs of potential danger. The dragon soldiers had returned to their posts, but something felt different. I strained my ears and soon detected the distant sound of wyverns, their powerful wings beating against the air as they soared overhead. I guessed Eir sent a couple of them to spy on the convoy and make sure they had no intention of attacking the camp.

“Your Majesty,” Eir greeted me with a respectful bow as I approached him at the front line of the area, his demeanor calm and collected despite the tension in the air. His presence was reassuring, a stalwart guardian watching over the camp with unwavering vigilance.

“How’s the situation?” I inquired, cutting straight to the chase, my tone serious as I sought an update on the current state of affairs.

“They haven't made any suspicious moves, and I hope not,” Eir replied, his voice measured as he relayed the information.

I nodded thoughtfully, considering our next course of action. “But I hope they do something,” I remarked nonchalantly, prompting a puzzled expression from Eir.

“Why?” he questioned, furrowing his brow in confusion at my unexpected statement.

I met his gaze with a cold, steely resolve. “Cause I need a good reason to kill them,” I replied bluntly, the weight of my words hanging heavily in the air.

That sentence made both Eir and Jyne look at me in confusion. I could see the furrowed brows and quizzical expressions on their faces, their disbelief evident in their reaction. It was understandable, considering I had been the one advocating for a diplomatic resolution to our predicament. Hard diplomatic attempt to be exact. Yet here I was, uttering words that seemed to contradict my earlier stance.

"After seeing what happened to those prisoners, it seems like what I did earlier was still not enough," I admitted with a heavy sigh. My regret was palpable in my tone. But as much as I wished to take more decisive action against Viperax and his regime, the situation was far more complicated than it seemed.

The truth was, any aggressive move on my part would likely escalate into all-out war. Viperax had a crown prince waiting in the wings, just as corrupt and ruthless as his father. And the atrocities I witnessed at the factory were just the tip of the iceberg; many innocent members of the lizard tribe had also fallen victim to Viperax's rule.

Complicating matters further was the fact that the lizard tribe could not be easily led by dragons. Unlike the situation with the orc tribe, where the royal twins offered some hope of change, the lizard tribe's future seemed bleak without Viperax's lineage leading them. Destroying him and his line would effectively leave the lizard tribe without territory or leadership, condemning them to further suffering and uncertainty.

Eir's concern was evident in his voice as he posed the question, his brows furrowed with worry. "Do you mean… you are planning to wage a war with them, Your Majesty?" he asked, his tone tinged with apprehension.

I shook my head slowly, feeling the weight of responsibility pressing down on me. "No, Eir," I replied, my voice heavy with resignation. "As the dragon king, my duty extends beyond mere protection of my tribe. I must also uphold the delicate balance of this world, and that's no simple task," I explained, my words carrying a hint of melancholy.

It wasn't just a matter of asserting dominance or seeking revenge; any decision I made had far-reaching consequences, both for my own people and for the broader world. War was not a solution I could pursue lightly, especially considering the potential devastation it could unleash. The fate of countless lives hung in the balance, and every choice I made had the power to shape the course of history. It was a sobering realization, one that filled me with a sense of duty tinged with apprehension.