Dragon King's Harem Chapter 247. The Dragon King's Suspicion I (Patreon)

Dragon King's Harem Chapter 247. The Dragon King's Suspicion I

In the center of the camp, there was a tent. It was a stark contrast to the cage, as it was made of luxurious fabrics and adorned with intricate designs. It was the place where the dragon king, his wife, and Princess Glasha of Orc rested.

Tonight was our last night before we arrived at Vurdor.

Evelina lay in her bed, tossing and turning restlessly, unable to find the sweet release of sleep. She gazed up at the ceiling. Her heart felt heavy, burdened with the weight of her struggles.

As she turned her head to the side, Evelina could see Princess Glasha sleeping in a separate bed, mere feet away. The bed was a crude affair, made of a simple table covered with mats. A chain bound Glasha's feet to a stake underneath the bed, a stark reminder of her captivity. It was a flimsy restraint, easily broken by someone with Glasha's strength, but the magic bracelet on her wrist prevented her from using her strength.

Glasha's eyes were closed, but Evelina wasn't sure if the princess was actually sleeping. Evelina hesitated for a moment, debating whether to wake her or not, but decided against it. Instead, she turned around and shifted her gaze to me.

Evelina looked surprised, caught off guard by the fact that I was also still awake. Our eyes met.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?" I asked her softly, my voice a mere whisper in the quiet of the night.

Evelina looked surprised, caught off guard by my question. She hesitated for a moment before answering honestly. "I'm a little anxious," she admitted.

I nodded in understanding, knowing all too well the feeling of dread that came with uncertainty. I could sense the fear and doubt that lingered in the air, threatening to overwhelm us all.

"Because you are afraid that I will kill the young orcs? Or was it because you were afraid a bigger war would break out?" I asked her, my tone gentle and reassuring.

Evelina's eyes widened in surprise, and I could tell that I had hit the mark.

“Both…” she admitted. She was afraid of both possibilities, and I didn't blame her.

I let out a long sigh, my breath escaping in a cloud of mist that hung in the chilly air. "Believe me, Evelina. Burz is not that stupid," I reassured her, my tone serious. "In fact, I'm even curious about what he will do to welcome us."

Evelina furrowed her brow in confusion, trying to make sense of my words. "Is this because we didn't encounter any resistance during the journey?" she guessed.

"Yes. I'm guessing the orcs will do a nice welcome for us once we get to Vurdor," I said, my voice tinged with a hint of sarcasm.

Evelina looked at me quizzically, clearly still unsure of what I was getting at. She had never been in a war before and didn't have the experience to read between the lines. I could understand her naivety, but at the same time, I couldn't afford to let my guard down.

"What do you mean?" she asked, her voice laced with confusion.

“Like…” My words were cut off abruptly as a sudden movement caught my eye. A dragon-shaped Magic Messenger had appeared out of nowhere, swooping gracefully into the tent and hovering in front of me. I reached out my hand instinctively, and the creature transmitted a message directly into my mind.

My face turned serious as I absorbed the information, and I sat down heavily on the edge of my bed. Evelina watched me anxiously, clearly curious as to what was going on. I could tell she wanted to ask questions, but I didn't have time for that right now.

"Go to sleep first," I told her firmly, rising to my feet. "I have to talk to Eir and Guillotine for a while."

Without waiting for her reply, I grabbed my outer coat and strode purposefully out of the tent. The cool night air hit me like a wave, and I paused for a moment to gather my thoughts before setting off towards the nearby fire where Eir and Guillotine were waiting for me.

The two of them were deep in conversation when I approached, but they fell silent as soon as they saw me.

"Your Majesty," they greeted me in unison, their voices respectful and deferential. They both were in their humanoid form, their faces solemn and unyielding.

"The spies said that the orcs are preparing a welcoming celebration for us. Am I taking the wrong message?" I asked, my voice laced with disbelief. The thought of orcs laying out a feast in my honor was almost too ridiculous to consider.

"No, you are not wrong, Your Majesty," General Guillotine replied, his tone serious. "The spies reported it to us, and we could hardly believe it. But all the spies that we send are special spies. You don't have to question their loyalty."

I looked at the two of them, a sense of unease settling heavily in my stomach. The idea of the orcs welcoming us with open arms seemed almost too good to be true. But Eir and Guillotine wouldn't lie to me.

"Are you sure?" I asked again, wanting to be absolutely certain before we proceed any further.

Eir nodded gravely. "Our spies are highly trained and loyal. There can be no mistake in their report."

I frowned, still feeling uneasy. "It just seems...unlikely. We've been at war with the orcs for so long. Why would they suddenly decide to welcome us with open arms?"

Eir leaned forward, his eyes meeting mine. "Perhaps they have grown tired of the fighting, Your Majesty. Maybe they see this as an opportunity to put an end to the bloodshed and make peace with us. Uraugh died and what I know he wasn’t a good leader for the orc tribe."

“It’s too good to be true, Sir Eiron,” said General Guillotine in a skeptical tone. 

Although I wanted to agree with Eir, Guillotine was right. It wasn’t the orc’s characteristic at all.