Dragon King's Harem Chapter 320. Lizard And Dragon IV

Dragon King's Harem Chapter 320. Lizard And Dragon IV

The Baron, caught off guard by my accusation, fired back with predictable denial. "Liar! Do you think a noble like me would be tempted by a pair of commoner women like your wives? Know your place, peasant!" His tone dripped with condescension, and he punctuated his words by pointing a haughty finger in my direction.

Al interjected with a sudden sharpness. "Wait a minute," he said, fixing the Baron with a gaze that could cut through steel. "You were trying to steal a Wyvern's egg? That is a big crime," he declared, his words carrying a weight of judgment that even the Baron couldn't easily shrug off.

Viperax cleared his throat to rein in the escalating tension. "Let's go back to the main problem, shall we?" he stated in a tone that brooked no argument. "The main problem here is that your tribe has disturbed my innocent Baron. Even almost killed him. I can't forgive that and demand his life instead. No, I demand their lives. All of them are his gang, after all," he declared, pointing a scaled finger at us as if we were the villains in his personal drama.

Al jumped in with a pointed question. "So, you are going to discuss their mistakes without caring about what your Baron has done?" His tone held a firmness that echoed the unyielding spirit of someone who had seen enough of noble hypocrisy.

Viperax chuckled with a certain disdain that echoed through the oasis. His laughter, like the creaking of old doors, filled the air before he outright guffawed. "About the stolen wyvern's egg? He doesn't even have proof," he declared once the laughter subsided, a finger pointed in my direction as if I were the jester in his royal court.

I shot back with a resolve that cut through the lingering echoes of Viperax's laughter. "We are the witnesses. He also harassed my wives, and it was him who attacked me first," I asserted, my gaze unwavering as it bore into the Baron, the source of our current predicament.

Viperax narrowed his lizard eyes at me. "Once again, where is the proof? If there's no evidence, then I cannot accept your accusation. Do you think I will just believe what you say?" he questioned, his skepticism dripping from every word like venom.

Al decided to expose the double standards at play. "But your Baron also has no proof, Your Majesty. And you just believe what he says," Al pointed out, cutting through the air with a touch of skepticism, highlighting the uneven scales of justice.

Viperax's gaze shifted to Al, and he responded with unwavering confidence. "He is different. He wouldn't lie. He is loyal to me," Viperax stated, a proclamation that carried the weight of trust in his subordinate.

Not one to be overshadowed, I jumped into the verbal fray. "I also don't lie," I declared with a firmness that matched Viperax's confidence.

The Baron, seemingly offended by the very notion that his truthfulness might be questioned, interjected with a dose of noble disdain. "I'm a noble. Not a lowly commoner like you," he spat out, pointing at me as if the distinction itself should end the debate.

Al cut to the heart of the matter. "So the problem is the status? Am I right?" he asked with a subtle smirk, his lips betraying a distaste for the arbitrary lines that separated right from wrong in this tribal realm.

Eir held back his anger. Viperax's blurred judgment favored only the lizard folk and those with tribal status, a reality that explained the Baron's arrogant demeanor. It was a system that fueled frustration and resentment in those who were deemed less by birthright.

"Loyalty. My innocent Baron showed me that," Viperax declared, his voice dripping with a conviction that bordered on fanaticism. Once again, his gaze fixed on me, a silent accusation in his lizard eyes. "While this man doesn't even understand that he has to lower his head in front of a king," he added, his displeasure resonating like a discordant note.

A mocking smirk curled on my lips, refusing to be stifled. "Innocent Baron, huh? You've said that twice, and I'm disgusted to hear it, Viperax," I hissed with a tone laced with displeasure. Each word dripped with scorn, my scowl a visible testament to the disdain I felt for every uttered syllable of the Lizard King.

Viperax, seemingly incensed by my audacity, gritted his teeth in annoyance. "How dare you call my name!" he bellowed, anger simmering beneath the surface. It was a reaction so easy to provoke, a testament to the fragility of his royal composure.

Unable to contain his anger, he opened his massive jaws wide, and from the abyss within, he unleashed a torrent of searing flames. The fire, a skill mastered to mimic the dragons, roared forward, hungry and wild, aiming to consume everything in its path.

In response, without so much as a flicker of movement, I summoned my Mana Barrier. The air shimmered as an invisible forcefield materialized before me, a transparent shield standing resolute against the approaching inferno. It wasn't just for my protection but extended its embrace to envelop those in our midst, including Al and my loyal soldiers.

The flames collided with the barrier, dancing and writhing against the ethereal wall of protection. A war of elements unfolded before our eyes, the furious blaze attempting to breach the steadfast defense of my Mana Barrier. The air crackled with the collision of power, a clash between the raw force of fire and the disciplined control of my Magus.

The dance of fire and magic painted a vivid spectacle, each flicker of the flames and ripple in the barrier telling a silent story of power and resilience.

With the echoes of crackling flames dissipating into the oasis air, Viperax, his lizard eyes narrowed, shot me a piercing glare. "Who are you?" he demanded, his voice carrying the weight of both curiosity and a simmering threat. His lizard eyes narrowed, probably expecting me to be a commoner who shouldn't have the chops to counter his fiery skills.