Dragon King's Harem Chapter 248. The Dragon King's Suspicion II (Patreon)

Dragon King's Harem Chapter 248. The Dragon King's Suspicion II

"Why?" Eir asked General Guillotine in a calm tone, trying to maintain his composure. "I mean, this war was just King Uraugh's ambition to get Princess Evelina and trample His Majesty’s pride after all. He even went as far as forcing the young orcs to fight while the nobles and others disagreed with him," he tried to analyze. Still, his confusion was clear in his voice.

"As I said, Sir Eiron," Guillotine retorted, his voice low and menacing. "It's too good to be true,” he repeated. “That's not their characteristic at all. It was the same as seeing the dragons cowering and surrendering without a fight. It never happened and never will. We'd rather die fighting than have to do it,” he explained his point.

"Moreover, we are talking about Vurdor, their capital," Guillotine continued. His tone was firm. "I don't think they will just open the gate on us and surrender."

As Eir and General Guillotine discussed the ongoing war with the orcs, my mind wandered, lost in deep thought. I was grappling with the situation’s complexities, trying to make sense of it all.

In the midst of my contemplation, a memory from my former life flashed into my mind. It was an ancient tale of two countries locked in an interminable war. As the story went on, one of the countries, weary of the endless conflict, hatched a devious plan. They pretended to surrender and invited the enemy general for negotiations. But when the opposing general arrived at the designated location, he was met with an ambush, and a massacre ensued.

The memory was chilling, and I couldn't shake off the feeling that the prince of the orc tribe, Burz, was planning to do the same thing.

Without thinking, the words tumbled out of my mouth. "No, it's a trap," I muttered.

My words broke through the tense conversation. Eir and Guillotine turned to me with curious expressions on their faces. I could feel their eyes boring into me, waiting for me to explain my sudden outburst.

“Burz might try to ambush us once we enter Vurdor,” I said, my voice low and steady.

“I also thought the same, but based on the spies’ report---” Eir began, but I interrupted him before he could finish his sentence.

“Assassinate us to be precise,” I added, my mind racing with possibilities. I had heard that the spies had confirmed that our soldiers outnumbered theirs, but with the battle location within their city walls, an ambush wouldn't be effective. Besides, we had hostages, and we could always take civilians to be new hostages if we needed to. We could raze the city to the ground and go on a rampage, something we had wanted to do for a long time. So, if Burz's plan was just an ambush, it wouldn't work. It would backfire on him for sure.

The weight of my words seemed to hang heavy in the air. The assassination was a different game altogether, and the stakes were high. The probability of success would be much higher, and the orcs knew it. They had planned the celebration meticulously, knowing that the wine would lower the soldiers' vigilance and make them vulnerable to attack. They could poison our food and make us immovable or weaken us, giving them the perfect opportunity to reverse the situation and defeat the dragon tribe. Although all of this was just my prediction, I was sure of it.

Eir's eyes widened in shock as my words sank in. His pupils darted from side to side, and his forehead furrowed as he tried to process this new information.

Meanwhile, Guillotine immediately welcomed my analysis, his anger bubbling to the surface. “It makes sense now,” he growled, his hands curling into fists. “That's why they opened the gate and arranged the celebration for us. They want to kill us easily. We need to come up with a different approach.”

I could feel the weight of the situation bearing down on us. We just won the battle, but this battle was different from our previous one, and we couldn't afford to make any mistakes. I knew that we needed to come up with a plan, and fast.

"What do you think, Eir?" I turned to Eir, waiting for his response.

Eir's eyes darted from Guillotine to me as he mulled over his options. “Even though I hope they want to surrender and end this war, I have to admit that your analysis is correct. There's a high chance it was a trap,” he finally admitted, his voice heavy with defeat.

I could sense the frustration and anger emanating from Guillotine as he gritted his teeth and spoke up. “So, what's your plan, Your Majesty? Should we strike Vurdor once we get there? I'm sure they wouldn't expect that. It will give us an easy victory,” he suggested, a sly smirk playing on his lips.

I listened to Guillotine's suggestion, I couldn't help but agree that it was a simple but great idea. However, the fact that we were in the enemy city still concerned me. The defense towers could easily kill a lot of dragons, leaving us weakened and vulnerable. Although ambushing them was a viable option, it wouldn't take down their towers in a short amount of time.

With a furrowed brow, I glanced at Guillotine and Eir, considering my next words carefully. "No, I have a better idea," I said, feeling a sense of confidence growing inside me.

They both looked at me expectantly. "What is it, Your Majesty?" Eir asked, his voice filled with curiosity.

"Since they want to assassinate us, we have to be one step ahead of them," I said with a wicked smirk, enjoying the thought of turning the tables on our enemies.

Eir raised an eyebrow. "What do you have in mind?" he asked.

"We'll play along with their game and pretend to fall into their trap," I started my explanation.

After that, I explained every detail of my plan to them. A strategy that could make them regret their decision.