Dragon King's Harem Chapter 323. Lizard And Dragon VII

Dragon King's Harem Chapter 323. Lizard And Dragon VII

The subtle dance of tension continued within the tent as Viperax, the Lizard King, attempted to mask his displeasure behind a veneer of regality. My deliberate choice of words had hit a nerve, and though his dissatisfaction briefly surfaced, he swiftly regained his composure, aiming to maintain the facade of a monarch in control.

"It was a good joke, Argod," he declared, his words accompanied by a forced chuckle as he tried to brush off the discomfort my remark had elicited.

Choosing to play along with the charade, I offered a casual smile in return. "It is," I agreed, briefly keeping the atmosphere light. However, my expression shifted, and the levity dissipated as I locked eyes with him, the playful demeanor replaced by a more serious tone. "But seriously, don't check out my wife. Both of them," I asserted firmly, making it clear that I would not tolerate any further insolence.

Viperax responded with a smirk. "Possessive as ever, huh?" he remarked, attempting to diminish the significance of my concerns.

Unyielding, I retorted, "You will do the same if I check your wife," making it evident that the boundaries of respect were mutual and applicable regardless of status. The undercurrent of competition and rivalry persisted, with each remark serving as a strategic move in this verbal sparring match between kings.

Viperax's audacious claim hung in the air, a declaration of his supposed magnetic charm that left us, the dragon tribe, bristling with incredulity. His prideful stance, leaning toward me, showcased a self-assured grin as if he had just revealed an untold secret of his irresistibility.

"No, of course. If other kings check out my wife in front of me, I will gladly show that they will never get their attention, ever," he boasted, his words dripping with arrogance. He continued his soliloquy, refusing to grant me the opportunity to respond. "That's because all of them are in love with me. They're crazy about me, so I'm not afraid they'll be interested in other men besides me," he concluded, a triumphant aura surrounding him.

His unwarranted confidence invited a range of reactions from those in our midst. My own expression morphed into a furrowed brow, a mix of disbelief and amusement at the absurdity of his claim. Evelina, Jyne, Al, and Eir mirrored my sentiments, their incredulous glances exchanged among themselves.

Jyne couldn't contain her bewilderment and leaned toward Evelina, whispering with a tilted head, "What makes him so confident to say that? What makes him think that we don't love Argod?" The incredulity in her voice underscored her struggle to comprehend Viperax's audacious boast. Even within the realm of royal attitudes, this lizard king's unwarranted arrogance seemed to transcend the boundaries of reason.

Al couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, his gaze locked on Viperax. Eir maintained a stern expression, ready to intervene if the need arose. The collective disapproval emanating from our group formed an unspoken consensus—Viperax's self-aggrandizing claims were not only baseless but also reflected a level of egotism that bordered on the absurd.

I met Viperax's audacious taunt with an unwavering gaze, refusing to be swayed by his attempt to belittle the bonds I shared with Evelina and Jyne. "Your baseless assumption is surely something," I retorted, my tone firm and resolute. "But you forgot, Evelina was the one who stayed in my palace for decades and remained there even during my hibernation. And Jyne, she volunteered herself to be my wife. How do you say they only want to be with me because I forced them?" I questioned, challenging the foundation of his arrogant claim.

Viperax, undeterred, let out a scoff, his dismissive gesture emphasizing the supposed triviality of my relationships. "Well, being a dragon king surely gets you a lot of prizes and women," he taunted, cynically pointing out the perceived allure of my status as the dragon king.

My response was swift, infused with a sense of indignation at his attempt to reduce the authenticity of my connections. "It's not about prizes or titles," I asserted, my voice carrying the weight of sincerity. "Evelina and Jyne are not trophies; they are individuals with their own choices. They chose to be with me because of who I am."

“Besides…” My retort was delivered with an annoying smirk, a deliberate display of nonchalance. "It can't be helped. I was born to be the supreme leader and have become one. Dragon is a majestic creature, after all," I remarked casually, emphasizing the inherent superiority I embodied. "If not, there was no way your pathetic baron tried to steal the wyvern's egg. You know the rumors about the benefits of that egg for other tribes, right? Also, there was no way your tribe desperately tried to create fake wings that resembled the dragon's," I continued, steering the conversation toward the contentious issue we aimed to address.

His displeasure was evident, his facial expression shifting in response to my clear disdain for his tribe. While I acknowledged that not all lizard tribes engaged in such behavior, Viperax's lack of determination to curb those who did left a sour taste. Instead of putting an end to such actions, he permitted them to persist.

The air in the tent grew tense as the underlying conflict between our tribes simmered beneath the surface of our words. Viperax, confronted with the reality of his tribe's actions, found himself grappling with a leader who refused to overlook transgressions that threatened the delicate balance between the tribes.

Viperax, challenged by my accusation, responded defensively. "It was just one or two people from my tribe, and I've already punished them. You shouldn't mention something that's already finished," he countered, a displeased frown etching across his face. His attempt to deflect responsibility and downplay the severity of the issue hung in the air.

The tension in the tent lingered, thickening with unspoken sentiments. My skepticism about the effectiveness of his punishment was evident, my gaze unwavering. The underlying conflict between our tribes demanded a resolution, and Viperax's defensive posture only fueled the fire.