Dragon King's Harem Chapter 343. Prisoners

Dragon King's Harem Chapter 343. Prisoners

Jyne gasped, her hand instinctively covering her mouth in shock. Her eyes widened in horror as she took in the scene before her. The two dragons lay limp and broken. One of them had a broken wing, hanging at an awkward angle. The other dragon's wings were in a similar state, with only half remaining and the rest torn and tattered. It was a heartbreaking sight, seeing these once mighty creatures reduced to such a state of helplessness.

But it wasn't just them. Several other dragon tribes lay nearby in their humanoid forms. Their injuries were no less severe, with whip wounds crisscrossing their bodies, some of them still raw and oozing. Evelina and the healers moved among them, tending to their wounds as best as they could, but the extent of their injuries was evident.

Many of the prisoners had lost their nails, a common form of torture inflicted by the lizards. The scars of their ordeal were etched into their bodies, telling us the suffering they had endured. Despite Evelina's skill and care, I knew some wounds would never fully heal, leaving these prisoners with lifelong reminders of their captivity.

A member of the Serpent tribe, his once sleek and glossy scales were now marred by patches of missing scales as if he had been forcibly stripped of his outer layer. The sight was enough to make my stomach churn with revulsion.

But it wasn't just the Serpent tribe member who bore the brunt of their captors' cruelty. Nearby, a fairy lay on a cot, his delicate wings torn and tattered. One of his wings was missing entirely, leaving him lopsided and unable to fly properly. Bruises mottled his skin, evidence of the violence he had endured at the hands of his captors. And to add to his suffering, one of his fingers was missing.

Jyne's voice broke the heavy silence that hung over the tent, her words tinged with shock and disbelief. "This is so cruel..." she murmured, her eyes wide with horror at the sight before her. And I couldn't agree more.

I didn't say anything as Jyne voiced her shock and dismay. Her reaction mirrored my own initial response upon discovering the prisoners in the factory. The scenes of suffering and cruelty etched in my mind spurred me into action, compelling me to intervene and rescue them, regardless of the risks involved.

I could recall the sense of urgency that had gripped me when I first laid eyes on the prisoners. It was a visceral reaction, driven by a deep-seated desire to alleviate their suffering and ensure their safety. And though I had hesitated to reveal my portal skill to the lizards, the urgency of the situation had left me with no choice but to act swiftly and decisively. The thought of any of them perishing before I could rescue them filled me with a profound sense of remorse. I couldn't bear the idea of failing them.

Jyne's sharp intake of breath drew the attention of Evelina and the healers, causing them to look up from their work. Their expressions softened into ones of recognition and respect, ready to acknowledge my presence with a gesture of deference.

However, before they could act, I raised my hand in a firm yet reassuring manner, silently conveying that formalities were unnecessary at this moment. What mattered most was their dedication to their tasks and the well-being of those under their care.

Understanding my unspoken directive, Evelina and the healers returned to their duties without delay.

I approached Al, his intense expression caught my attention immediately. He stood near the entrance, his hands emanating a dark aura characteristic of his witch tribe heritage. Between his palms floated a small leather pouch, barely the size of a palm. It was his magic pouch, a tool capable of storing items or creatures within a certain size and quantity for a period of time. Al's focus remained fixed on the pouch, his brow furrowed in concentration, a clear indication of his seriousness.

“How's your pouch?” I inquired as I reached his side, curious about the condition of his magical tool.

Al glanced up briefly, acknowledging my presence before returning his attention to the pouch. “A bit torn, considering the strain from accommodating so many people,” he replied, his tone matter-of-fact. “But it's nothing I can't mend,” he added, his confidence evident despite the damage.

I nodded. “Those dragons must have taken up quite a bit of space,” I remarked.

Al nodded in agreement, a hint of exhaustion flickering across his features. “Indeed,” he admitted, his gaze returning to the pouch. “They're not the easiest passengers.”

“Do you need anything?” I asked, concern lacing my words as I approached Al. His dedication to his duties was evident, but I wanted to ensure he had everything he required to continue his tasks effectively.

"No thank you. I will order the servant to do it for me,” he replied politely, a hint of amusement coloring his tone. His soft chuckle echoed in the air. “Which subordinate will order his king to get something for him?” he mused, a wry smile playing on his lips.

I chuckled lightly, understanding his point. “I mean I can get something that isn't here with my portal skill,” I clarified, offering my assistance in a different manner.

His expression shifted slightly, realizing his misunderstanding. “I will tell you if I need it,” he conceded, his smile taking on a more genuine quality.

“Okay,” I affirmed, nodding in understanding. “Just tell me if you need it,” I added, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. His gaze met mine, and I could see a glimmer of gratitude in his eyes. "Thank you for your hard work, Al," I expressed sincerely, acknowledging his efforts in assisting with our ongoing tasks.

Al nodded appreciatively. “Anytime, Your Majesty,” he replied, his voice tinged with a sense of loyalty and dedication. His smile curled up as he returned his gaze to his pouch, a glimmer of pride evident in his expression. “I am your servant, after all. It's my duty,” he stated, his tone tinged with a hint of resignation.