Dragon King's Harem Chapter 318. Lizard And Dragon II

Dragon King's Harem Chapter 318. Lizard And Dragon II

Jyne, unable to resist a final quip, muttered under her breath, "Let's hope he's not allergic to flowers." Her attempt at humor injected a brief moment of levity.

Al, however, remained steadfast, his eyes narrowing with a simmering intensity. "No amount of flowers will mask the stench of his deeds," he retorted, his loyalty and disdain for the Lizard King echoing in his words.

I took a deep breath, grounding myself in the weight of responsibility that rested on my shoulders. "Remember, this is a delicate dance. We aim for justice, not chaos," I reminded the group, my words a quiet reassurance.

Evelina nodded in agreement. "We're here for a resolution, not retaliation," she emphasized, her eyes reflecting a determination to see this through without losing sight of the broader goal.

Al's initial remark cut through the air, carrying with it the sharp edge of his frustration. "Yes, resolution. As long as that idiot king beheads that baron, I'm okay with it," he declared, his disdain for the Lizard King laid bare in his choice of words. The intensity of his sentiment, however, raised a collective eyebrow among us.

Eir couldn’t help but chuckle due to Al’s statement. But he tried to cover it. Still, I could see his smile beneath his hood.

I exchanged a glance with Evelina, a silent acknowledgment of the shared irritation we felt. I knew the Lizard King's actions had provoked anger, but maintaining decorum was paramount in the delicate arena of diplomacy. "Words, Al," I interjected, my tone a gentle reminder that even in the face of provocation, maintaining respect was crucial. Calling the Lizard King an idiot, no matter how warranted, could escalate tensions beyond repair.

His response, however, was unapologetically blunt, "Sorry not sorry for that." Al's defiance resonated through his words, a testament to the grudge that had been festering beneath the surface.

I sighed inwardly, understanding the difficulty of containing one's emotions when faced with injustice.

From a distance, the Lizard King's convoy emerged in a display of opulence that echoed through the desert oasis. A grand tent adorned a colossal mount, resembling a mammoth with the exotic texture of rhinoceros skin. The scene was a testament to the lizard tribe's wealth and extravagance.

Atop this majestic creature, the Lizard King presided in regal splendor, elevated above the rest. Surrounding him were several women, their presence indicative of servitude or perhaps a calculated display of influence. I couldn't help but bet that all of them were his wives; a convenient opportunity for him to showcase his supposed prowess in front of the fairer sex.

I chuckled inwardly, having expected no less from a ruler like him. This was his moment to flaunt and bask in the glory of his perceived accomplishments. I recalled his habit of denigrating the real Argod, particularly for what he deemed a lack of sexual appetite. It was laced with mockery as if implying that the true power lay in one's prowess with women.

In the vicinity of the Lizard King's grand procession, his soldiers rode smaller mounts, their presence a show of force that extended beyond the opulent mammoth-like creature carrying the ruler. These riders, clad in formidable armor adorned with the emblem of the lizard tribe, encircled the entourage like a protective barrier. The air resonated with the rhythmic beat of hooves against the desert terrain, underscoring the might that accompanied their ruler.

Among these soldiers, one figure stood out—the baron we had encountered before. Mounted on his own steed, there was an unmistakable air of malevolence about him. Even from a distance, I could discern the sinister curve of his lips, an evil smile etched on his face. It was evident that our previous encounter, marked by a cruel prank, had left a bitter taste in his mouth. His grudge against us seemed to simmer beneath the surface, and the malicious glint in his eyes hinted at the anticipation of revenge.

In stark contrast, the Lizard King atop his imposing mount appeared relaxed, reveling in the company of his wives. Laughter echoed through the air as he engaged in what seemed like carefree banter. The exotic creature beneath him moved with a certain grace, and the ruler's leisurely demeanor suggested a man reveling in the fruits of his perceived triumph.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the sight of the Lizard King's ostentatious display. ‘Ugh, tacky,’ I thought to myself, feeling an eye-roll brewing. It was crystal clear; he was pulling out all the stops to brag about himself, probably thinking he'd leave me utterly impressed.

The rhythmic thumping of the ground intensified with every step the Lizard King's entourage took. The resonance echoed through the desert, a relentless drumbeat heralding their approach. It started as a distant tremor, barely perceptible, but as they drew nearer, the vibrations became more pronounced.

With each massive footfall, the ground quivered beneath its weight.

"Why does he need such a big mount to get here?" grumbled Eir, his annoyance evident in the furrow of his eyebrows.

"Because he has to show how big his ego is," Al chimed in, his response dripping with careless mockery. I had to bite my lip to keep from bursting into laughter at his blunt honesty.

I almost cracked up at the absurdity of it all, but I decided to play it cool. Inside, though, I was giving Al mental high-fives for nailing the assessment of our grandiose visitor.

Minutes later, the convoy arrived. The Lizard King, adorned in regal attire, approached with an air of calculated indifference. Al's defiance lingered, an undercurrent beneath the surface of formalities. I nodded subtly, signaling to Al that, for the time being, we had to tread carefully.

The formal greetings commenced, and Al's demeanor shifted to one of composed professionalism. "Your Majesty, welcome to the Dragon Tribe’s territory," he addressed the Lizard King, his words measured and devoid of the previous sharpness. The tension in the air seemed to ebb, if only momentarily.