Dragon King's Harem Chapter 311. A Letter From The Lizard King I

Dragon King's Harem Chapter 311. A Letter From The Lizard King I

Al's words hung in the air like an impending storm, and for a moment, silence reigned in the hall. It was an ominous calm, the kind that usually heralds serious discussions and grave matters. But as the weight of the situation sank in, it was an unexpected chuckle that bubbled up from within me, breaking the solemn atmosphere.

I tried to stifle the chuckle, quickly recognizing the inappropriateness of the situation. The royal soldiers, and several officials were all present; this was hardly the moment for a bout of laughter. But the struggle was real. The chuckle I intended to suppress metamorphosed into full-blown laughter in the blink of an eye.

Evelina and Jyne, my wives, mirrored my reaction, stifling their laughter behind their hands, their eyes twinkling with mirth. Even Eir, ever composed and dependable, couldn't help but crack a smile that he struggled to mask. The tension seemed to dissipate momentarily in the air, replaced by a wave of amusement that swept over us all.

Amidst our failed attempts to contain the laughter, Al, standing with an expression of incredulous annoyance, gave us a withering look. "Right..." he uttered, a slight huff indicating his exasperation. I could almost hear the thought running through his mind: ‘You must have done something to them, didn’t you?'

Al quickly straightened his expression, his patience palpably thinning. "Tell me what happened, Your Majesty," he said, cutting through the awkward laughter and steering us back to the gravity of the situation, trying to regain some sense of formality amidst the chaos of our unexpected hilarity.

"I'll explain what happened in my office. For sure, this isn't something you need to worry about," I reassured, attempting to bring a sense of calm to the tense situation.

Al, with a hint of concern in his voice, inquired further, "What about that commoner he mentioned?" His fatigue was palpable, and I could sense his frustration for worrying unnecessarily.

"I'll cover that in my office too," I reiterated, emphasizing that the details would be discussed in a more private and conducive setting. The last thing I wanted was for unnecessary panic to spread in the hall. It was crucial to handle this matter with care, ensuring that unnecessary things didn’t spiral out of control.

The conversation concluded with an understanding that explanations would be provided in a more appropriate and private setting. Al’s tiredness seemed to stem from the weight of unexpected news and the concerns it brought.

We made our way to my office, the corridor felt unusually silent, and an air of apprehension seemed to follow us. The prime minister, Al, and Eir were my companions for this pivotal discussion. The weight of the pending conversation was evident in the solemn expressions they wore.

Upon entering my office, I made a beeline for my desk, taking my customary seat behind it. My eyes immediately fell upon the sizable pile of documents that had seemingly multiplied in my absence. The sight made me almost cringe; the sheer volume seemed to have doubled since I was last here. For a moment, I was puzzled - it had been only a few days; why did the documents seem to breed and multiply like some sort of inexplicable phenomenon?

The frustration was real. I couldn't help but wonder at the rapid proliferation of paperwork. It was as if the documents had taken on a life of their own, replicating at an alarming rate.

With my attention now fixed on the impending issue at hand, I made a conscious effort to disregard the towering pile of documents that seemed to mock my absence. "Where's the letter?" I inquired, my focus directed at Al, eager to delve into the contents of the urgent message.

Al swiftly retrieved the letter, handing it over to me. "Sorry, I opened it before you got back. The messenger mentioned it was urgent, and I was worried something might have gone wrong," he explained, a slight note of apology in his voice. In potentially dangerous scenarios, authorized officials were permitted to open letters addressed to the king.

"It's fine, Al," I reassured, acknowledging his concern. "You know how the lizards are, never one for patience. Trying to act like a dragon when a lizard's just going to be a lizard," I commented with a hint of disdain, the words laced with a touch of mockery. The history between the lizard and dragon tribes had always been fraught, and my sentiments mirrored that tension. The real Argod shared a similar sentiment towards the lizard tribe, and there were indeed valid reasons behind it.

The relationship between our tribes had been tumultuous for an extended period, marred by long standing animosities. The sneer in my voice hinted at the deeper tensions underlying the interaction with the Lizard tribe, the disdain evident in my tone. There was a mutual lack of trust and respect between the tribes, each harboring their own set of grievances and hostilities.

The silence in the room was almost palpable as I unfolded the letter, the air heavy with anticipation. My eyes darted across the contents, perusing each line meticulously. The gravity of the message hung in the room, casting a shadow over the atmosphere.

After a moment of perusing the letter, I gently placed it back on the table, breaking the tension with a casual tone. "As I thought, this is because of my long journey last time," I stated matter-of-factly. "There's nothing to worry about," I assured, trying to maintain a composed front despite the potential implications within the letter.

Al, who appeared to be perplexed, cringed slightly at my words. "Uh… which trip do you mean? You were barely in the palace after you woke up from hibernation," he inquired, a hint of confusion tainting his words. The subtle confusion in Al's voice hinted at the possibility that my statement didn't seem to align with the timeline he was aware of. It seemed necessary to clarify the journey I referenced.