Dragon King's Harem Chapter 338. Don't Insult My Intelligence

Dragon King's Harem Chapter 338. Don't Insult My Intelligence

"Did he hurt you?" inquired one of Viperax's wives, her concern palpable in her voice.

Viperax grunted in response, clearly annoyed by the question. "I'm fine," he muttered, shooting me a glare that could freeze fire. It was clear he wasn't thrilled about being grilled by his wives in front of everyone.

Despite the apparent relief on their faces, there was still an underlying sense of unease lingering between Viperax and me. I eased back into my seat, casually nodding at Eir and my soldiers, who remained on high alert despite the apparent calm. My gaze locked onto Al, silently conveying that our conversation with Viperax was far from over.

"Take the prisoners to the healing tent with Evelina," I instructed Al, my voice low but firm. It was crucial to ensure the well-being of those we had rescued from the factory, and I trusted Evelina to provide the necessary care and comfort.

Due to my order, Al and Evelina bowed to excuse themselves and left the tent. The healing tent was not far from the main tent. Several healers and royal soldiers were there, just to ensure Al and Evelina’s safety and also help Evelina to heal those prisoners. I had prepared all this from the start, of course. The dragon was in his real form and he was too exhausted to use his humanoid form so a separate tent would be better. After all, we had to ensure their safety.

Viperax didn't say anything. His silence spoke volumes, radiating an aura of simmering anger and wounded pride. He stood there, his stance rigid, his gaze fixed on me with a mixture of frustration and defiance. It was clear that my actions had dealt a significant blow to him, both in terms of the damage inflicted on his factory and the blow to his ego.

Undeterred by his reluctance, I maintained my calm demeanor and gestured once more for him to take a seat. "Come on, Viperax, let's not make this more tense than it needs to be," I urged, my tone even and diplomatic. "We've completed the investigation, and while the factory’s destruction may be unfortunate, it's also a step towards resolving the conflict between our tribes."

Despite my attempts to diffuse the tension, Viperax remained defiant. He scoffed at my suggestion, his displeasure evident in his tone. "What makes you think I'm interested in a toast?" he retorted, his voice tinged with irritation.

“So, you don't see what we just did was a good thing?” I asked him, lowering my hand. “I will ask you once again, Viperax. Does this mean you are the one behind those mechanical dragon wings?” I asked him in a firm tone.

He scoffed. “You surely know how to corner me, don't you, Argod?” he said in displeasure. “Your tongue is truly venomous. More poisonous than a serpent,” he sneered at me.

I rolled my eyes at his remark, refusing to be rattled by his attempt to deflect the question. "Save the flattery, Viperax," I replied, my tone laced with sarcasm. "We both know that's not going to get you out of this."

Viperax shot me a venomous glare, but I remained unfazed. It was clear that he was feeling the pressure, his facade of confidence starting to crack under the weight of my interrogation.

"I'll take that as a 'yes'," I pressed on, refusing to let him off the hook. "You may be the king of the lizard tribe, but that doesn't give you a free pass to commit crimes against other tribes. So, are you going to own up to your actions, or do I need to spell it out for you?"

Viperax clenched his jaw, his frustration evident in the way he shifted uneasily on his feet. "You're pushing your luck, Argod," he warned, his voice dripping with menace.

I shrugged, undeterred by his threats. "Luck has nothing to do with it," I retorted. "It's called justice, and it's about time you faced up to it."

With that, I crossed my arms and waited for his response, refusing to back down until he gave me the answers I was looking for.

Viperax's eyes narrowed as he assessed me with a mixture of disdain and frustration. "You're quite confident for someone who lacks evidence," he remarked, his tone dripping with defiance. "I've told you before, Argod. I have no involvement in your petty accusations."

I shook my head, refusing to let his denial deter me. "Don't insult my intelligence," I shot back, my patience wearing thin. "The evidence speaks for itself. The witnesses, the documents, the destroyed factory—all of it points to your guilt."

He scoffed dismissively. "Anyone can fabricate evidence to suit their own agenda," he retorted, his words oozing with contempt. "But I suppose you're too blinded by your own ambition to see the truth."

I felt a surge of frustration at his refusal to admit his wrongdoing. "You can keep denying it all you want, but the truth will come out eventually," I warned him, my voice tinged with determination. "And when it does, you'll have no choice but to face the consequences."

Viperax's lips curled into a smug smile, his confidence unshaken by my threats. "We'll see about that," he replied, his tone laced with arrogance. "But mark my words, this isn't over yet."

Once again, Viperax's disdainful scoff echoed through the tense atmosphere of the tent. His pride was wounded by the destruction of the factory and the exposure of his involvement. He took his seat beside his wives, his expression remained stormy, his eyes flickering with a mixture of resentment and defiance. It was evident that he was still unwilling to concede defeat, despite the mounting evidence against him.

Meanwhile, the soldiers stationed between us and Eir maintained their vigilant stance, their weapons at the ready. It was a stark reminder of the underlying tension that still lingered between our two factions, despite my attempts to diffuse the situation.