Dragon King's Harem Chapter 324. Lizard And Dragon VI

Dragon King's Harem Chapter 324. Lizard And Dragon VI

I faced it calmly. "That's all in the past, but you didn't do anything to prevent them from happening again in the future. You don't issue rules with clear punishments or consequences that make your people afraid to repeat them," I stated. My voice sounded firm and my eyes were sharp, indicating that I wasn't joking about this.

"I did, dragon king!" he said in a raised voice, gritting his teeth. "Did you forget? I've asked for all the wings that resemble the dragon's to be destroyed or at least I asked for them to be modified so that they don't resemble the dragon's shape so that there are no more misunderstandings. I even made a rule that no one is allowed to make that type of wings again. Is that not enough?" he asked in displeasure.

I maintained my composure, skeptical of the effectiveness of his measures. "Viperax, rules alone are not enough. You need to ensure that your people understand the consequences of violating those rules. Fear can be a powerful deterrent," I responded, my tone unwavering.

His frustration was palpable, and it was evident that this discussion struck a nerve. The clash of leadership styles became increasingly apparent, highlighting the fundamental differences in how we governed our respective tribes.

Viperax, frustrated by my persistent accusations, gave his reasoning with a vehement denial. "You underestimate the severity of the punishments I've imposed. Any lizard caught violating these rules faces severe consequences, from public humiliation to exile. I've made it clear that such actions won't be tolerated," he declared, his eyes challenging me.

"Oh really?" I replied in a casual tone, leaning back in my seat. I clapped twice. Al responded promptly to my subtle cue, presenting a crystal hologram in the center of our discussion space.

With a graceful extension of his hand, Al activated the crystal, projecting a vivid holographic image capturing the events at the border. The scene unfolded like a visual narrative, revealing the reckless pursuit of a wyvern's egg by a group of individuals. They were from lizard tribe. I had unearthed this report from the scattered paperwork on my desk, deeming it necessary to provide irrefutable evidence along with a chronological account.

The hologram depicted the unfortunate hunt that had stirred the ire of the wyverns, resulting in their retaliatory strikes on nearby villages. The chaos had spread, with the wyverns indiscriminately venting their fury on unsuspecting villagers, wrongly perceived as culprits. Though our dragon soldiers and military chiefs eventually quelled the situation, the aftermath left a trail of destruction that our tribe was now burdened to address.

Al took a step forward, his eyes focused on the holographic display, ready to elucidate the intricate details to Viperax. "Your Majesty, these holograms capture the events surrounding the recent wyvern egg hunt at our border," he began, his tone measured.

Pointing to the hologram, Al highlighted the locations of the attacks. "There are twenty incidents in total. Here, you see the last three incidents," he explained, indicating a village. "It happened two months ago, initiating a chain of unfortunate events."

Moving the holographic projection forward, Al showcased the second and third attacks on separate villages. "These two followed in quick succession. The damage to infrastructure is evident — houses ravaged, fields destroyed, and lives disrupted," he continued, his voice carrying the weight of the consequences.

"With each attack, the wyverns retaliated indiscriminately, causing collateral damage to innocent villagers who had no part in the initial hunt. Our dragon soldiers managed to intervene and pacify the wyverns, preventing further devastation."

The holographic images unfolded, revealing the inner workings of the factory. The production process, the scale of wing manufacturing, and the consistent output raised eyebrows.

Al continued with the holographic presentation, his focus now shifting to the factory producing dragon wings. "Now, here we have a rather sensitive matter," he began, gesturing toward the hologram displaying the manufacturing facility.

"As you can see, this is a factory producing dragon wings," Al explained, his tone tinged with a note of concern. "It's not entirely clandestine; the lizard kingdom must have been aware of its existence. The question arises, why has this facility been allowed to operate without interference or regulation? This operation has been ongoing, and the wings produced here posed a threat to the stability of the region. It's a matter that requires our collective attention," Al emphasized, underlining the potential implications of such unchecked activities.

“I never heard about that. My subordinates never reported it to me,” Viperax retorted.

Al took a deep breath before addressing Viperax, concern etched on his face. "Your Majesty, this troubling issue concerning the dragon wings factory is near the lizard tribe's capital," he began, projecting the holographic images to illustrate the proximity of the facility.

"As you can see, this factory is situated dangerously close to the heart of your kingdom. It's hard to believe that the lizard tribe was unaware of its existence," Al pointed out, his voice filled with genuine worry. "Numerous attempts have been made to bring this matter to the attention of your guards and officials. Letters were sent, reports were filed, and multiple dragon tribes sought to raise alarms about the potential threat this poses to the region."

Al paused, allowing the weight of the information to sink in. "Tragically, everyone who attempted to gather more information or inquire about the factory's legitimacy disappeared without a trace. We received distressing reports that those attempting to expose this operation were apprehended by your guards and imprisoned without any due process."

Al's expression tightened as he continued, "Recently, we managed to make contact with a survivor, someone who miraculously escaped your guards. His condition was dire, and he recounted a harrowing tale of imprisonment and suppression of information. It appears the lizard tribe has been systematically suppressing any attempts to unveil the truth about the dragon wings factory."

I fixed Viperax with a firm stare, my gaze unwavering. "So, Viperax, what are your thoughts on this? Isn't this a serious breach of trust between our tribes?" I queried, my voice steady and insistent.