Dragon King's Harem Chapter 319. Lizard And Dragon III

Dragon King's Harem Chapter 319. Lizard And Dragon III

Viperax, the king of the Lizard tribe, squinted as he inspected Al from head to toe. His reptilian eyes held a flicker of recognition, but the gears in his lizard brain seemed to grind slowly as if trying to place where he'd encountered this figure before. Unsurprisingly, his face gave off that vibe of, 'I think I've seen this person, but I forget where.'

Al was a far cry from the disheveled state Viperax had last witnessed. The king's memory didn't serve him well, but he couldn't forget someone who stood before him now looking like an entirely different character.

Viperax's scales seemed to shimmer with unease as he addressed Al with a hint of displeasure, "Where's your king? Why did he send someone from the witch tribe to meet me?" His voice, low and gruff, hinted at both annoyance and suspicion.

Viperax, his formidable figure stood tall and commanding, draped in regal armor that seemed forged from the very essence of the desert. Scales, an intricate mosaic of greens and browns, covered his reptilian form, each one gleaming with an otherworldly luster.

His eyes, sharp and calculating. Pupils resembling vertical slits conveyed a predator's acumen, forever vigilant and perceptive. Crowning his head were a series of spines that ran down his neck, a majestic display that accentuated his royal status. A crown of twisted thorns adorned his head.

The king's tail, long and sinuous, flicked with a controlled grace, a silent testament to the power that lay within him. Each movement seemed deliberate, as if the very air bent to his will. Viperax exuded an aura of authority, his presence dominating the oasis and its surroundings.

The Lizard King's demeanor seemed to be getting on Al's nerves, but I could see the restraint in his expression. The tension hung in the air like an uninvited guest, but Al flashed a smile that seemed to say, 'I can handle this.' "His Majesty will come later. He has another important business," he declared with an air of respect, diffusing the brewing storm of hostility.

I couldn't help but chuckle inwardly, thinking, 'Oh, he can restrain himself. This is progress.' Al, often the wild card in our plans, had managed to resist the urge to hurl curses at the Lizard King. It was a step in the right direction, a testament to his evolving diplomatic finesse.

Regardless of whether Al succeeded or failed in this delicate dance, my resolve remained unwavering. Viperax might be a pain in the scales, but the Baron's insolence needed retribution. The audacity to insult royals from three different tribes simultaneously was a declaration of war in its own right.

Viperax gave an arrogant snort that could've put a bull to shame. His scales practically shimmered with disdain as he shifted his attention to me. "Are they commoners who have messed around with my Baron?" he asked, his displeasure hanging in the air like an unwelcome storm cloud.

I shot a quick glance at Al, who stood there, the picture of diplomatic restraint. "Yes, Your Majesty," Al responded with a respectful nod.

Viperax's lizard eyes, sharp and unyielding, turned to Al with a glare that could melt stone. "Then? What are you waiting for? Open their hoods. I want to see whether you brought us the right person or not," he ordered, his tone dripping with arrogance.

It was a classic power play, and Viperax was clearly reveling in the drama of the moment.

Al, maintaining his composure, nodded and signaled to the guards. With a subtle nod, he directed his gaze toward the guards. Their response was swift, acknowledging the unspoken command with a shared understanding of the gravity of the situation.

The guards approached us, hands steady but eyes betraying a hint of trepidation. As their fingers traced the edges of our hoods, there was a palpable tension in the air, a moment suspended in the sands of uncertainty.

Even though I had instructed the guards to handle the unveiling with a certain degree of roughness as part of our act, their actions revealed a different story. Careful hands, cautious and trembling slightly, lifted the hoods. I could feel the guard's fingertips graze my skin delicately, as if fearing the consequences of a misplaced touch.

The hoods parted, revealing our faces to the critical gaze of Viperax. The sudden exposure to the harsh desert light felt like a spotlight, each feature on our faces laid bare for inspection. The guards, having completed their task, stepped back quickly, as if eager to distance themselves from the impending judgment.

Viperax's sharp gaze bore into me, expecting perhaps a commoner's bow or averted eyes. But no, I met his stare head-on, a silent declaration that I didn't yield or submit to anyone, king or otherwise.

"Hoo... Such a good-looking and arrogant commoner. Your face reminds me of someone," Viperax remarked, his tone laced with displeasure. His gaze shifted, acknowledging Eir with a critical eye. "This one isn't bad either," he continued, the corners of his mouth twitching into a smirk as he glanced at Jyne and Evelina. "And two pretty wives."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his attempt at flattery and the thinly veiled arrogance.

"I wouldn't be confused if he was arrogant and bothered my Baron," he added, the smirk deepening as if he found the entire situation amusing.

His attention shifted to the Baron, who seized the opportunity to play the victim. “Are they the ones bothering you?” he asked

"Yes, yes! They've been bullying me! They beat me and my subordinates at the inn!" the Baron exclaimed, his voice filled with the kind of theatrical distress that would make even a seasoned actor cringe.

I shot back at the Baron with a level of confidence that would make any bard proud, "It was you who disturbed us in the first place. Also, your Baron has stolen a Wyvern’s egg!" The words tumbled out without hesitation, each one a stone in the slingshot of truth.