Dragon King's Harem Chapter 345. Wounded Pride I

Dragon King's Harem Chapter 345. Wounded Pride I

Standing beside Evelina, I observed the scene unfolding before us. Evelina and the other healers worked tirelessly to tend to the wounded dragon. The air was thick with the smell of medicinal herbs and potions, mingling with the faint scent of blood and decay from the dragon's injuries.

She channeled her healing magic, her hands glowing with a soft, ethereal light as she directed her energy towards the dragon's wounds. Her brow furrowed in concentration, she seemed to be pouring every ounce of her strength into her healing efforts.

Across from her, two other healers worked diligently to treat the dragon's wounds. They cleaned the tattered wing carefully, applying ointments and medicines made from herbs to prevent infection and promote healing. The dragon had remained in that state for quite some time, its wound left exposed to the open air for who knew how long.

"Do you need anything, Your Majesty?" Evelina's voice broke the silence, her focus remaining steadfast on the injured dragon before her.

"That should be my question. Do you need anything?" I replied, my gaze fixed on the scene unfolding in front of us. It was a sobering sight, witnessing the extent of the dragon's injuries and the tireless efforts of the healers to save it.

Despite my human consciousness, I couldn't help but feel a pang of empathy for the majestic creature before us. To see it in such a state was almost unbearable. It was worse than death.

The wounds told a harrowing tale of cruelty and injustice inflicted upon the majestic creature. Each laceration, each broken wing, spoke of a vicious assault aimed not just at his body, but at his very dignity and pride. It was evident that the perpetrators had gone to great lengths to humiliate and torment him, to strip away his power and reduce him to a state of helplessness. The severed wings, in particular, were a cruel reminder of the envy and resentment harbored by those who sought to diminish the dragon's greatness.

In their eyes, cutting off his wings was not just an act of physical violence, but a symbolic attempt to erase his identity and force him into a life of shame and degradation. They sought to transform him from a proud dragon into a mere lizard, grounded and unable to soar through the skies as he was meant to. For a human, such brutality might lead to a resignation to fate. But for a dragon, whose very essence is bound up in his pride and honor, the suffering inflicted upon him could be an unbearable burden to bear.

Evelina glanced at me, her expression weary but determined. "I appreciate the offer, Your Majesty, but I have everything I need for now," she said softly, her attention returning to her work.

I nodded, acknowledging her response. "If there's anything you require, don't hesitate to ask," I said, my voice filled with genuine concern.

"No. Everything I need is here,” Evelina said, her voice steady despite the gravity of the situation. Her unwavering focus on her healing skill spoke volumes about her dedication to her craft. “It's just that the wounds were worse than I thought,” she continued, her honesty shining through even as she continued her work.

Her words gave me a moment of pause as I considered the severity of the dragon's injuries. The wounds were worse than I had initially thought. Yet, despite the severity of his injuries, Evelina remained composed.

“He… Does he have a chance of living a normal life if we try to make him a prosthetic wing?” I asked, my voice tinged with uncertainty. The idea of prosthetic limbs was not new to me, but the prospect of creating one for a dragon presented unique challenges.

At Igixar, where advanced magic and magic instruments coexisted, prosthetic limbs were a common sight. However, the process of creating them was intricate and time-consuming, requiring specialized knowledge and resources that were not readily available. It was because all creatures could be shifted from their beast form to their humanoid form.

Evelina's response was filled with regret, her expression mirroring the weight of the dragon's condition. She shook her head from side to side, her words carried a sense of resignation.

“I don't know,” she said softly, her tone heavy with sorrow. “On the outside, you have seen how bad his condition was. But inside, his condition was much worse than that,” she continued to focus on her healing skill, the light emanating from her hands casting a gentle glow over the dragon's battered form.

“He experienced malnutrition and dehydration,” Evelina continued, her voice tinged with sadness. "His magical flow has been compromised as a result of his prolonged stay in the damp and cold dungeon." “He also has several illnesses that either take a long time to get better or maybe won't get better at all,” she added.

She shifted her gaze to the wounds on the dragon's broken wing, her expression grave as she assessed the extent of the damage. “Some of his wounds are so bad that they have begun to rot,” Evelina explained, her voice tinged with concern. “We might have to amputate to prevent the infection from spreading further.”

Her words hung heavy in the air, casting a somber mood over the already tense atmosphere of the healing tent. Despite her best efforts, the severity of the dragon's injuries posed a formidable challenge—one that tested both her skills as a healer and the limits of magical intervention.

“We are trying to disinfect it first and see how much of the wing we can save,” she continued, her tone determined despite the grim prognosis.

When I first laid eyes on the prisoners, I knew they were in rough shape, but I never imagined it was this severe. My initial assessment only scratched the surface, overlooking many underlying issues.

"And not to mention, he might experience significant changes in his personality and behavior," Evelina chimed in, her voice tinged with concern.