Dragon King's Harem Chapter 227. Frustration and Desperation III (Patreon)

Dragon King's Harem Chapter 227. Frustration and Desperation III

Glasha hesitated for a moment, her eyes flicking between the bracelet and the fire orb that had just exploded. Then, with a sigh of defeat, she finally stopped struggling and submitted to the bracelet's hold.

Still, her hatred and displeasure were clear on her face. She glared at me with a mix of anger and resentment, her body tense and trembling with rage.

I could see the war raging within her, the struggle between her desire to fight and her inability to escape the bracelet's grasp. It was a heart-wrenching sight, and I knew that it would not be easy to handle her.

But even so, I knew that I had to try. With Glasha's surrender, the war had ended, and it was time to move on to the next phase of my plan.

“Confiscate their weapon and take them to the dungeon! Spare no one who resists!” I ordered in a firm, cold voice, yet sounded like a roar. My command echoed through the air. My gaze was still locked on Glasha.

The sound of metal clashing against metal filled the air as the soldiers disarmed the badly wounded orcs. Some of them tried to resist, their eyes filled with anger and determination. But the dragons were merciless, killing them without hesitation as they fought to maintain control.

Their teeth and claws ripped the orcs. Their roars echoed across the battlefield as they struck down their foes. The orcs fought back with weapons and skills, but they were no match for the dragons' superior strength and ferocity.

I watched as the dragons moved through the battlefield, their powerful bodies moving with grace and precision as they fought. The scene was bloody and chaotic, with dragons and orcs alike moving through the battlefield as some of them fought to gain the upper hand. The air was filled with the sound of roars and clashing weapons, and the ground was stained with blood and debris.

Yet, I remained unmoved and gazed at Glasha coldly. My gaze fixed on her as I prepared to intervene if necessary. One move would be enough to make me throw my fire orbs at the nearby orc horde.

As the battle came to a close, the dragons bound the orcs with their Mana Bind skill, forcing them to move towards the fortress as they were surrounded by the dragons' fierce roars. The orcs struggled against the binds, their faces contorted with anger and frustration as they were led away.

Amidst all of this, Evelina, who was on Eir's back, jumped down and approached Glasha. I could see the worry and guilt written all over her face, and I knew that she was struggling with the knowledge that she had played an important part in this war.

"Glasha, let me heal you," Evelina said, her voice shaking with emotion.

But Glasha rejected Evelina's offer coldly, her eyes narrowing as she glared at that princess of the healer tribe. "I don't need your help," she spat out. "I am a warrior, and I don’t need my enemy’s mercy."

Evelina's face fell, and I could see the hurt and disappointment in her eyes. "I just want to help," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I don't want your help," Glasha said firmly, her eyes flashing with anger. “And I don't want anything to do with you."

Evelina flinched at Glasha's harsh words, her shoulders sagging as she took a step back. "I understand," she said quietly. "My condolences on your father’s death and for everything that has happened. But please, if you need anything, just let me know. I will do whatever I can to help you."

With a voice as cold as ice, Glasha spoke to Evelina, "If you truly desire to help me, then slay the dragon king for me."

The request left Evelina stunned, and without hesitation, she immediately rejected the idea. “I can’t,” she refused without further ado.

Glasha raised her arm, displaying the bracelet to Evelina. "Or you can help me by get rid of this," she said with resentment, her eyes filled with hatred as she glared at Evelina.

Evelina responded almost immediately, "You already know my answer."

Glasha sneered at Evelina, "Then I do not need your help," before turning on her heel and storming off to the fortress with the other orcs, her face twisted into a frown. Evelina watched her go, her own face filled with sadness and regret.

I approached Evelina and placed a hand on her shoulder, offering her a comforting smile. "It's not your fault," I said gently. "You did what you thought was right. And now, all we can do is try to move forward."

Evelina nodded, her expression softening slightly. "I know," she said. "But it's still hard to see Glasha suffer like this. She's a strong and fierce warrior, and it breaks my heart to see her in this situation."

I spoke to Evelina in a strong and determined voice, "Then heal her."

This statement caused Evelina to turn her attention towards me, a look of confusion etched onto her face.

I met her gaze and said simply, "She is still within your skill range, and you do not need her permission to do so. Just do it."

Evelina worriedly inquired, “But what if she is mad?”

I let out a smirk as I turned my gaze towards Glasha, who was walking further away, "She likely will, but at least she will have her health restored."

After that suggestion, her eyes filled with determination. She raised her staff with her eyes on Glasha. As Evelina focused on healing Glasha's wounds, her staff began to glow with a bright, white light. She waved it to her, and with it, the cuts and bruises seemed to fade away, disappearing completely as if they had never been there at all.

Glasha stopped her steps with a mixture of shock and disbelief on her face. She raised her hands slowly and checked her wounds, but all of them were gone!

She had never seen such powerful healing magic before, and was clearly taken aback by its effectiveness.

But as the wounds disappeared, Glasha's anger and frustration only seemed to grow. She turned around and scowled at Evelina. Her eyes filled with hatred. "Why are you doing this?!" she demanded. "I don't want your help or your pity!"