Dragon King's Harem Chapter 270. The Orc's Downfall II

Dragon King's Harem Chapter 270. The Orc's Downfall II

Her audacity struck me like a bolt of lightning. A cold, skeptical laugh escaped my lips as I regarded Glasha with an arched eyebrow. "What makes you think I want you?" I asked, my voice dripping with disdain. I had never considered Glasha as anything more than a pawn in my plans. The teases and provocative statements I had shared with her and Burz were nothing more than calculated manipulation.

Glasha's eyes widened, a flicker of hurt crossing her features. "I thought it would be more interesting if she begged me to fuck her," Glasha repeated my own statement, her voice laced with bitterness. "You were the one who told me that. And now, here I am, begging you to marry me."

Her words struck a nerve, slicing through my carefully constructed façade. The unexpected turn of events altered the trajectory of the situation. I had underestimated Glasha's resilience and her ability to twist my own words against me. It was ironic since she ended up using that statement at me while I intended to use it to pressure her in the negotiations. Unfortunately, my plans changed after I saw Burz's determination.

The tension in the hall thickened as Burz, struggling to catch his breath, found the strength to interject. "Glasha... you shouldn't do it," he managed to utter, his words strained and laden with concern. His voice carried a mix of desperation and caution, a final plea to protect his sister from the impending consequences. "He will torture you," he warned, his eyes pleading with her to reconsider. "If I have to die, so be it. Let me die as a warrior."

Glasha's gaze snapped towards her brother, her eyes ablaze with fury. A wave of anger washed over her, fueled by a sense of betrayal. "Shut up!" she spat, her voice seething with resentment. "Why didn't you say anything to me? You know I was the one who confronted him, yet you did all this without my knowledge!"

The room seemed to hold its breath as Glasha's accusation hung in the air. The weight of her words bore down upon Burz, his expression shifting from exhaustion to guilt. The bond between them, once unbreakable, now appeared frayed, strained by the weight of secrets and unspoken truths.

Burz's gaze dropped, unable to meet Glasha's fiery glare. He struggled to find the right words, his voice heavy with regret. "I... I didn't want to burden you," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.  Burz's defiant words reverberated through the hall, his voice strained with a mixture of determination and desperation. "I have no other choice," he retorted, his gaze meeting mine with a fiery intensity. "I don't want our tribe to become slaves... It was our father's fault, yet the whole tribe had to pay for his crime!" he claimed.

His words pierced through me, challenging the very foundation of my actions. The weight of his accusations pressed upon my conscience, momentarily causing doubt to flicker within me. I considered his proposition, his plea for negotiation, and the implications it carried.

"Why don't you negotiate with me, then?" I responded, my voice laced with coldness as I held my blade dangerously close to Burz's neck. My displeasure was palpable, but I couldn't help but feel a glimmer of curiosity. Perhaps there was a way to salvage a shred of peace, to prevent further bloodshed and suffering.

Yet, instead of fear or submission, I detected a flicker of bitterness and frustration in Burz's gaze. It was a look of resignation as if he had already anticipated my true intentions. "I know you didn't come to negotiate," he said, his voice tinged with disbelief. "You came to claim what you have won. The orcs were doomed when my father lost to you."

The weight of Burz's words hung heavy in the air, suffocating the once vibrant hall with a solemn silence. The realization of the orc leader's regret and sorrow reverberated within me, stirring a mix of emotions.

I watched as Burz's anger dissipated, giving way to a profound sadness that etched deep lines of remorse upon his face. “No… the orcs were doomed when we couldn't stop the war…” he said in sorrow.  His eyes closed, a glimpse into the depths of his soul and the burden he carried for his tribe.

The silence that enveloped the hall mirrored the weight of the orc leaders' collective remorse. Glasha and the others, who had once stood with fierce determination, now bore the weight of their own shortcomings. They were frustrated, not only with their individual failures but with their inability to prevent the devastating war that had ravaged their people and the dragons.

My gaze lingered upon Burz, his figure sprawled on the cold stone floor.

"Sad... and pathetic," I finally spoke, breaking the heavy silence that had consumed the hall. The words slipped out, laced with a touch of both bitterness and skepticism. With a wave of my hand, I dismissed my Mana Weapon, watching as the sword in my grasp shattered and transformed into ethereal particles.

I shot a quick glance in Glasha's direction, a flicker of acknowledgment crossing our gaze. "If this is truly what you desire," I stated, my voice firm yet tinged with a hint of resignation, "then I will accept it." I made up my mind, deciding to revert to my original plan. However, a condition remained.

Redirecting my attention back to Burz, I held his gaze steadily. "But," I began, my voice trailing off momentarily as I contemplated the best course of action. With a flick of my wrist, I used my dimensional ring to access my inventory. From within, I retrieved a glimmering object—an intricately crafted Magic Bracelet.

The bracelet gleamed with ethereal light, its aura pulsating with my dragon magic. It was a token of allegiance, a symbol of binding loyalty. I extended my hand, offering the bracelet to Burz.

"You," I continued, my voice calm yet authoritative, "will wear this."