Dragon King's Harem Chapter 321. Lizard And Dragon V

Dragon King's Harem Chapter 321. Lizard And Dragon V

I responded with a flick of my fingers, invoking my Dispel skill to peel away the illusion that shrouded me. The disguise dissolved, revealing my true form with horns protruding proudly above my head and eyes ablaze in a vivid shade of blue. "Long time no see, Viperax," I greeted, the resonance of formality threading through my words. My cloak cascaded down, unveiling the regal attire befitting a king.

However, this wasn't a playful unveiling akin to when I met Jyne. Instead, a seriousness hung in the air, mirrored by the expressions on the faces of my companions. Even Viperax abandoned any pretense of amusement, his countenance etched with displeasure. The only one seemingly on the verge of panic was the baron, caught in the crossfire of this unexpected revelation.

"Argod," Viperax hissed, the name rolling off his tongue with a blend of irritation and disdain. "Are you trying to make a grand entrance? That's lame," he critiqued, his displeasure translating into biting words.

I chuckled, my amusement evident. "A good entrance?" I echoed with a sly grin. "Do you think I enjoy playing around like that?" I posed the question, letting the implication hang in the air. "Or... is it because of something else?" With a casual snap of my fingers, I initiated the unraveling of our disguises.

In response to my signal, Jyne, Evelina, and Eir shed their cloaks, revealing their true selves. I extended a sweeping gesture toward them, an introduction poised on the tip of my tongue. "Let me introduce you," I declared, a note of regality seeping into my tone. "This is the princess of the Healer Tribe, my first wife, Evelina," I announced with a flourish, acknowledging her rightful place in the royal order. "And the princess of the Fox Tribe, my third wife, Jyne," I continued, shifting my focus to Jyne. My gaze then landed on Eir. "Also, my trusted assistant, Eiron," I concluded, acknowledging his role in both title and loyalty.

My gaze returned to Viperax, a grim acknowledgment etched into my expression. "The last time, your baron—" I began, but my words hung in the air, suspended by the swift and decisive action Viperax took. With a single fluid motion, he unsheathed his sword and severed his baron's head in a swift, unerring blow. The metallic tang of blood infused the oasis air, a testament to the abrupt shift in the encounter.

The baron's head tumbled forward, a grotesque testament to Viperax's unforgiving judgment. His lifeless body followed suit, collapsing like a marionette with severed strings. The macabre spectacle unfolded before me, a visceral reminder of the consequences of treachery in Viperax's court.

The collective response from those around echoed the shock that rippled through the oasis. Viperax's wives, caught in a symphony of horror, unleashed shrill screams that reverberated through the air. Jyne and Evelina, despite their resilient spirits, couldn't help but succumb to the grim reality before them, hands instinctively covering gaping mouths.

On the periphery, Eir and Al exchanged a sharp look, a silent agreement passing between them. Their bodies tensed, prepared to retaliate if the lizard king's actions escalated beyond the immediate punishment dealt to the traitorous baron.

"It seems you are right about my baron. He's so stupid. I hope you're not offended by that," Viperax remarked casually, as if discussing the weather rather than the beheading of a subordinate. He gestured to his soldiers with a nonchalant wave, prompting them to commence the cleanup of the baron's lifeless form. The lizard tribe soldiers swiftly carried out their monarch's orders, efficiently erasing any trace of the baron's failed allegiance.

I met Viperax's admission with a measured gaze, a silent acknowledgment of the shifting dynamics at play. "I haven't said anything, yet you've killed him. How do you know he wronged you? Didn't you defend him just now?" I probed, my tone steady and inquisitive. The glaring inconsistency lingered between us, unspoken but palpable. Viperax's hasty retribution, seemingly triggered by the mere implication of betrayal, begged a closer examination.

The weight of the situation hung heavy in the air, the unspoken tension threading through the oasis like an invisible current. Viperax, accustomed to the intricacies of tribal politics, offered a cryptic response. "I have my own considerations," he declared, a classic refrain that revealed little and concealed much.

"Not because you know it doesn't benefit you anymore?" I pressed, my tone unwavering as I sought to unravel the intricacies of Viperax's motives. "You intended to make me execute my own people, but it didn't work, so you simply wanted to end this problem by killing the baron.  Am I, right?" I declared, laying bare the manipulations that had unfolded.

Viperax's response came in the form of a derisive chuckle, a sound that echoed across the surreal oasis. "I simply remove stupid and blind people from my court," he retorted, a dismissive wave accompanying his words. "He can't differentiate between royals and commoners, so he doesn't deserve to be in my government," he added, his rationale steeped in a pragmatic justification that danced on the edge of ruthlessness.

I couldn't help but scoff at the audacity of his perspective. "But you also didn't realize it was me," I pointed out, a sly grin playing on my lips. "Are you saying that you don't deserve to be in your own court either?" I quipped, exploiting the irony embedded in Viperax's actions. The lizard king's attempts at selective governance had inadvertently exposed a blind spot in his own discernment.

Viperax's response was a concoction of forced laughter and a dark jest. "That's a good joke, dragon king. I thought hibernation had killed your sense of humor, but it seems it's still there. Well, I'd prefer something else that's dead," he retorted, his words dripping with a venomous sarcasm that sought to mask the unease simmering beneath the surface. The exchange of banter, laced with the tension of unresolved conflicts, lingered in the air like a lingering storm, threatening to unleash its fury at any moment.