Dragon King's Harem Chapter 137. We are The Same I (Patreon)

Dragon King's Harem Chapter 137. We are The Same I

"Are you sure you don't care anymore? It's your tribe. You know more about the Dwarf Tribe's aristocracy so I'd like to ask your help to settle this," I said. Despite her words, from her expression, I could tell she still cared about her tribe. It was just... her bad experience made her deny it.

"Sela belongs to you. Sela is not part of the Dwarf Tribe anymore. Sela is a Draconis' citizen now," she confirmed. Even though her heart ached when she said it, she didn't care.

"Even though the Dwarf King has abandoned you. You are still a Dwarf. Those people are your kin." One couldn't deny her identity forever. She was one of the keys to preventing this war.

Sela put the letter on the desk and put her hands on her thighs. As she bent down her head, she gripped her pants slowly.
"Sela knows... But Sela can't figure out what to do... The Dwarf King is stubborn and short-tempered. Dealing with him is exhausting. Sela hates him..."

She couldn't deny, what happened to her was because of the Dwarf king's decision. So in Sela's heart, she still loved the Dwarf Tribe. Moreover, despite this emergency, it was the king himself who could destroy his own kingdom.

"We can contact the duke and help your tribe through him. I'm sure he has something to say to you," I said.

"Then... Why did he return before he told Sela what happened?" said Sela. Her mind was too full to the point she couldn't understand why her old friend decided to return before he could meet her.

"I think this has something to do with the Dwarf King," I guessed.

She turned to me.
"The king?" she repeated. A frown on her forehead.

"He came back in a rush after receiving a Magic Messenger," I explained.

Sela sighed.
"You're right. Only that stupid king has such annoying urgency." She remembered how her father was always in a hurry when that annoying king summoned him just because he didn't want to wait.

"Besides, maybe you could talk to Marissa about a few things," I added.

A bitter feeling covered her heart. She could understand Marissa's feelings since she had experienced the same thing.
"That girl... She is the same as Sela... Why is there so much injustice in this world? Why would a king sacrifice their people for something ridiculous?" she muttered. Her disappointment was clear from the tone of her voice.

Sela, Marissa and Al were the victims of their leaders' injustice. They had to become exiled because of a crime they did not do. As sad as it sounded, this was a common thing in this era. When people had no choice but to follow their leader.

Despite their similarities, their king's reasons for doing so were different. Sela was due to the Dwarf King's stupidity and temperament. Marissa was because of the Nymph Queen's greed. While Al was because the Witch King wanted to avoid unnecessary wars, so he decided to sacrifice Al's family.

"A lot of kings don't deserve to have power. Some just get it from their family but they don't know what it means to be a leader," I said. That was why all people believed The Dragon King was the most powerful and wise creature. Because The Dragon King inherited their ancestors' memories, unlike other kings. Although... I couldn't say all the dragon kings' decisions were wise since we were still having the same dilemma.

Sela pressed her head on my chest. Her hands hugged me tightly. From her slightly shaking body, I could tell she just wanted to get some comfort to calm herself down.
"That's so unfair to Sela... To us..." she whispered. Her bitter feeling and disappointment were evident from the tone of her voice.

Instinctively, I hugged her tighter, bringing her small body closer to mine. My head leaned on the top of her head. My hand clapped the side of her head.
"You have me, remember?" I calmed her down.

"Um..." she hummed to answer me. After that, we were silent. It was just a simple thing but it calmed her down. It was as if my hug were washing away her bad memory.

Sela closed her eyes, enjoying that simple comfort in the king's arms. Even though he was her husband, she felt she was in a Father's cradle. Someone who would protect her forever.

The knocking sound made us turn to the door and saw Marissa enter the room in hesitation. Her feet trod in caution as if she had entered a dangerous place.

"Come in Marissa," I said. She looked scared just to enter my place.

But instead of quickening her pace, Marissa's steps stopped as soon as she saw me and Sela.
"Ah, did I bother you? Should I come back later?" she asked.

"Come in. I want to introduce you to her." I released my arms due to her nervousness. Likewise with Sela. Even though she was still sitting on my lap, her head was not leaning against me anymore.

Marissa approached. But instead of the king, her attention was focused on the Dwarf girl in Argod's arms. She looked at Marissa with a faint smile.
'Did the king tell her everything?' she thought. Yet Marissa didn't understand that pitiful gaze or why the Dwarf girl looked at her as if she had experienced the same thing as Marissa.

As soon as she stopped in front of me, she bowed.
"Is she your wife, Your Majesty?"

"Yes. This is my second wife, Sela," I replied, introducing her.

Upon my introduction, Sela smiled sweetly at Marissa.
"Sela Akerra Notilda. Nice to meet you, Lady Marissa."

Marissa nodded awkwardly.
"Nice to meet you, Lady Sela." She didn't expect the cold king to be able to take two wives in such a short time. Moreover, she could remember how cold Argod was before. But then, she realized something after Marissa noticed her name. A rumor about the betrayal of the Dwarf Tribe's Grand Duke 40 years ago flashed through her head. That incident was similar to hers.
"Notilda? Are you---"

Before Marissa could finish her sentence, Sela interrupted her.
"Yes... That's me," she said in a gloomy tone.
"It was the king who brought Sela here," he continued.

"Does that mean we're the same?" asked Marissa. She began to understand with Sela's pity gaze.

Sela smiled bitterly.
"Yes... We're the same..." she admitted.