Dragon King's Harem Chapter 332. Fake Palace

Dragon King's Harem Chapter 332. Fake Palace

The smoke began to dissipate, revealing the scene beyond. Viperax's figure emerged from the haze, his expression clouded with unmistakable displeasure. His narrowed eyes bore into mine, filled with a simmering anger that threatened to boil over at any moment. Gritting his teeth in frustration, he squared his shoulders and prepared to defend himself against my accusations.

"I don't, Argod!" he retorted sharply, his voice laced with indignation. His finger jabbed accusingly in my direction, punctuating his words with an air of defiance. "But you ordered your subordinate in front of me to mess up my territory! Without my permission! We haven't even looked into this yet!" he exclaimed, his frustration palpable in every word.

Despite his heated protestations, I remained composed, refusing to be swayed by his outburst. Meeting his gaze with steely determination, I held my ground, unflinching in the face of his anger. "Al can bring the evidence he found there," I countered firmly, my tone unwavering. "Coupled with the prisoner's testimony, I'm sure that's enough," I asserted, my voice steady and resolute.

I could sense his composure slipping, his facade of calm cracking under the weight of undeniable truth. Despite his attempts to maintain a facade of control, his irritation simmered just beneath the surface, threatening to boil over at any moment.

"Then I have to see for myself!" he declared abruptly, his tone sharp and commanding as he gestured for me to step aside, his impatience palpable.

Refusing to yield to his demands, I held my ground, my resolve unyielding in the face of his aggression. "You're seeing it now. Is that unclear?" I shot back, my voice tinged with a hint of defiance as I met his gaze head-on, my eyes narrowing in determination.

My refusal to budge seemed to only fuel his frustration, as he resorted to making absurd demands in a desperate attempt to regain control of the situation. "I need to see whether inside is my people or yours!" he insisted, his words dripping with indignation.

With a scoff, I couldn't help but respond to his feeble attempt at justification. "So, you want to say that I created a factory to make mechanical dragon wings while my people have had wings since birth?" I retorted, a note of incredulity coloring my tone. The absurdity of his accusation was almost laughable.

Viperax's anger flared in response to my mockery, his frustration evident in his tone as he attempted to deflect blame. "I don't know. Maybe you want to slander me?!" he shot back, his words dripping with indignation. But his feeble attempt to shift the blame only served to further highlight his own incompetence.

Raising an eyebrow in disbelief, I pointed an accusatory finger towards the distant silhouette of the lizard tribe capital. "What about that palace?" I demanded, my voice ringing with conviction. "That is your palace, right? This place is right under your nose, yet you said that you didn't know. You need to make a better lie," I stated bluntly, refusing to entertain his flimsy excuses.

A smirk tugged at the corner of my lips as I leaned in closer, my voice dropping to a low, challenging tone. "Or maybe… Maybe you think it's a fake," I suggested, my words laced with a hint of accusation. It was clear that I wasn't buying his attempts to feign ignorance, and I was prepared to expose his lies for what they were.

Due to my last statement, he immediately welcomed me. “Yes! It could happen!” he said clearly. It was as if I had helped him find his own faults.

Viperax's admission caught me off guard for a moment, his sudden agreement taking me by surprise. It was almost as if he had unwittingly revealed the truth of his own incompetence through his own words. But I didn't let his moment of clarity distract me from my goal.

With a sinister smirk, I seized the opportunity to press further, my tone laced with menace as I proposed a bold plan. "Then… I will prove it by summoning my legendary beast and ordering it to destroy that fake palace?" I suggested, my eyes boring into his with a challenging glint.

His reaction was immediate, a gasp escaping his lips as he realized the gravity of his admission. "That's too far!" he protested, his irritation palpable as he raised a hand in readiness, prepared to defend himself against any potential threat I might pose.

But I remained undeterred, my smirk widening as I relished the discomfort I had caused him. "Is it?" I countered, my voice dripping with skepticism. "After all, if you truly believe the palace is a fake, then surely you have nothing to fear," I goaded, my words designed to provoke a reaction.

Viperax's expression tightened with frustration, his eyes narrowing as he weighed his options. It was clear that my challenge had unsettled him, forcing him to confront the consequences of his own words. Yet, despite his protests, I could sense the uncertainty lurking beneath his bravado.

Just as Viperax and I were locked in our tense standoff, a sudden gust of cold air and shadow swept past me, signaling Al's arrival. The air around us seemed to chill, and I turned to find Al standing beside me, his towering figure casting a menacing shadow.

"It's done, Your Majesty," he rasped, his voice carrying an eerie quality. "All of them are already in my sleeve," he added, his words punctuated by a sense of finality. I knew he referred to the magical pouch hidden within his sleeve. It was his own invention that allowed him to temporarily store objects or creatures.

Before Viperax could interject, Al continued, his tone resolute. "I have also secured several important pieces of evidence and sealed all the doors. No one can get out of there," he declared, his words leaving no room for doubt.

Viperax's expression flickered with a mix of surprise and frustration, his plans thwarted by Al's efficient execution. It was clear that Al's intervention had caught him off guard, leaving him scrambling to regain control of the situation.