Dragon King's Harem Chapter 41. The War Plan I (Patreon)

Dragon King's Harem Chapter 41. The War Plan I

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The bell sounds from the city tower chimed 12 times, indicating it was noon. Eir stepped his feet down the red corridor to the King's chamber to wake Argod up like what the king ordered him to do. Previously he had also escorted General Guillotine and Chancellor Allan to the king's office. Besides that, he also sent a messenger to wake Al up since he went to sleep after he finished discussing with the king.

"Good afternoon, Sir Eiron," said the guards as he arrived in front of the King's chamber.

Eir nodded slightly.
"Good afternoon," he replied. Then after he opened the door and entered the room.

"It's noon already?" I said in a casual tone as I turned to Eir who had just entered my room. Right now, I was standing in front of the big mirror and already wore my uniform, while Sela and Evelina who were tidying up my blazer had also put on their clothes.

Eir walked over to us and bowed.
"Your Majesty, Chancellor Allan and General Guillotine are waiting for you at your office." He didn't expect Argod to wake up earlier than he expected. Apart from that he also immediately noticed the Mark of Bride on Sela's neck which meant this was good news for the Dragon Tribe.

"Very well." After those words out of my mouth, Evelina and Sela retreated a step and lowered their heads slightly.
"Everything is ready, Your Majesty," they said.

"Thank you," I said. My hand fixed the other end of my sleeve as I turned towards Evelina.
"Get some rest, I'll send someone to your room after I'm done discussing."

Evelina bowed politely.
"Yes, Your Majesty." Even though I didn't want to take her because I was afraid she was too tired after serving me, I had no other choice since it was my first trip, after all, I didn't know how far things changed after 10 years of my absence.

Then I turned to Sela.
"I hope you can make my order."

"Sela understands, Your Majesty," said Sela happily. Since the Dragon Tribe's enemies had started attacking Draconis, I requested Sela to craft something for me. At least even if the war was unavoidable, I wanted to minimize the casualties as much as I could.

After a slight nod, I walked towards the exit.
"Let's go." And Eir followed me from behind.

As soon as I came out of my room, I turned to one of the guards.
"Ask Sarah to tidy up my room," I ordered. We were just 'having fun' and Sela's virgin blood was still on my bed, so I needed Sarah to change my bedsheet.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Then the guard carried out my order.

Meanwhile, I resumed my steps toward my office. Swiftly, some of the guards who were waiting outside of my room also followed me.
"Is Al awake yet?" I asked without turning my gaze to Eir who was walking beside me.

"I've sent a servant to wake him up, Your Majesty," replied Eir.

"Good." He already made me the potions all night. Of course, I understood why he was so tired, but I also needed his presence to discuss several things with the others. Besides, though Al's level above mine, my stamina and regeneration were better than him because of my bloodline.

Two guards opened a black door with the gold King's crown ornament that adorned it for me and Eir. While the other guards who were following us stopped and bowed.

As soon as I entered the room, two men who were sitting in the room quickly got up from their chairs. One of them was a man in his mid 40's with black hair and a serious face, he was Chancellor Allan. Next to him was a man the same age as me with red hair and a cold face, he was General Guillotine. And like all Dragon tribe officials, they wore a similar uniform as Eir even though Guillotine was a General. Since every dragon tribe already had our own armour and that armour exceeded the best armour made by any blacksmith.

"Your Majesty," Chancellor Allan and General Guillotine bowed to greet me.

I raised my hand, asking them to skip formalities as my feet continued to move to the chair behind my large desk that was filled with stacks of documents on either side. I had been asleep for 10 years, so those stacks of documents were normal things. Unfortunately, before taking care of these documents I had to concentrate on regaining my power first. Besides, though that pile of documents was intimidating, I knew Chancellor Allan was doing his best. If not, maybe the stacks were higher than this. I sat on my chair and Eir was standing by my side. While Chancellor Allan and General Guillotine sat in front of me.

A breath escaped from my mouth to calm myself down before I spoke to them. My face looked serious.
"I'm sure you already know why I called you here from Eir," I started our conversation. Then I turned to General Guillotine.
"I'll start with your report."

After that, we spent the next half an hour discussing the Minotaur tribe's attack on the western border which mostly concentrated on the Firestone Fortress. A crystal that projected images about that place's situation with topography and the enemy's camp on the western border were on my desk. According to General Guillotine's report, his troops managed to hold them back even though the attack had been going on for a month since we had a huge advantage over our elements. Besides that with aerial advantages, even without battle mounts my troops could disrupt their attack formation easily. It was just, without my permission, my troops couldn't attack the Minotaur tribe and could only defend themselves. On the other hand, I saw another oddity about the attack, since the Minotaur's attack was only led by a commander, not a general like usual. Also, their troops were not on a large scale, as if they were just playing with Draconis. But the problem was if they were just playing around or trying to mock me, why should their game cost their troops lives? In addition, it didn't make sense if the king of the Minotaur that stupid.

“Your Majesty, in my opinion, they only want to mock us to show our incompetence. Even if they are harmless, we cannot allow them to continue doing this. We must destroy them immediately before the Orc tribe arrives. Therefore allow me to bring my troops to attack their camp, " said General Guillotine, closing his report as he lowered his head. While I remained silent. My elbow was on the desk and my clenched fist was in front of my mouth. My eyes were fixed on the crystal image in front of me. My brain was thinking hard about this problem. This indeed looked simple and too easy since our military strength's differences were too high. And of course, this was nonsense, since I knew the tribe kings were not that stupid. Besides, if I ordered my troops to attack the Minotaurs, it would be the same as telling the other tribes that I was awake.

Then my eyes caught something suspicious on the Minotaur Camp's map. I reached out my hand at the map and moved my hands in opposite directions, imitating the opening motion so I could see the area I wanted more clearly.
"What is this?" I asked General Guillotine as my index finger pointed to an image similar to a mining cave.

"That is where their blacksmiths make their weapons, Your Majesty," replied General Guillotine.

"They took their blacksmiths into the battlefield?" I said in disbelief.

"Yes, Your Majesty. I didn't believe this either, so I ordered a spy to find out about it and infiltrate the cave. And this is the result." General Guillotine stretched out his hand to touch the crystal in front of us and the image turned into a cave view filled with Minotaurs who were busy making weapons. This time I caught another oddity in that image.

I pointed at a large hole that looked bright in the darkness of the cave.
"Has the spy checked this place?" I asked.

General Guillotine pointed to a Minotaur carrying several semi-finished weapons in that picture.
"As you can see, that place is their forging place, Your Majesty. That's why my spy didn't check it out."

"It's not their forging place," I said confidently.

General Guillotine frowned in confusion.

I caught the confusion since the hole looked like the usual Dragon Tribe's forging place. That's why I explained my statement.
"Do you forget it? They are Minotaurs not Dragons like us. Their weakness is fire, they don't have a large forging place like our blacksmith's," I reminded him. All Dragon tribe blacksmiths did have a large forging place that usually looked like a room or a cave, even our smallest place should be able to contain one adult dragon since he would enter with his weapon and be burned in that place as well as forge his weapon directly there. As the result? No one could melt the dragon tribe's weapons. Therefore, a dragon tribe blacksmith usually had a high fire resistance.

After hearing my words, General Guillotine gasped as he realized his mistake.