The Dragon King’s Harem System

Chapter 288. The Witch Tribe’s Delegation II

Dragon King's Harem Chapter 288. The Witch Tribe's Delegation II

Al didn’t miss a beat, his tone firm and confident. “Sixty percent,” he said, meeting my eyes without a hint of doubt. That number wasn’t open for negotiation—Al was certain, and I respected that.

Sure, I’d asked because I had my doubts, but Al’s confidence reminded me he had sharp judgment. The Witch King was a master manipulator with motives buried under layers of schemes, so Al’s estimate was less about certainty and more about reading between the lines.

“Huh,” I muttered, eyebrows knitting together as I mulled over his answer. Dealing with the Witch King’s offer felt like trying to solve a puzzle with half the pieces missing. “That could be a problem,” I sighed, already feeling the weight of it.

Al gave a knowing nod. “Yes,” he said, “but you know him. I can’t give a clearer estimate than that.” There was a slight tinge of regret in his voice, acknowledging just how unpredictable the Witch King could be.

I managed a rueful smile. “True.” It was a simple word, but it carried all the understanding we shared on the matter.

“So, what’s your plan?” Al asked, leaning casually against the doorframe, his curiosity piqued.

I tapped my fingers on the armrest thoughtfully. “First, I’ll meet with the delegates,” I said, careful with my words. The Witch King’s proposal wasn’t a small matter, and I’d need to approach this deliberately. “The rest can wait. Just send him my message,” I told Al, meeting his gaze.

Al gave a respectful nod, understanding my decision without needing more explanation. “Yes, Your Majesty,” he replied, a hint of determination in his voice.

Before he could leave, another thought crossed my mind. “Oh, also,” I added, stopping him. “I might be heading to the healer tribe with Evelina in two days.” Al raised an eyebrow, clearly curious. “Got some business with her father,” I clarified.

Al’s voice softened with a touch of concern. “Did something happen during the war, Your Majesty?” he asked, worry creasing his brow.

I leaned back in my chair, letting a faint smile slip. “No, nothing like that,” I reassured him, keeping my tone light.

His frown lingered for a moment, concern still etched in his face. “Then if I may ask, what prompted this decision?” Al leaned in, genuinely curious.

I looked toward the window, watching the moonlight cast its glow across the landscape. “I just want to show him that I’ve been taking good care of her,” I said, my tone thoughtful. “She’s waited for me for decades, after all.”

Al’s eyes widened, and his brow shot up in surprise. “You’re doing this to thank her for her patience?” he asked, disbelief coloring his words.

I nodded, letting a small, rueful smile show. “Not every woman would wait decades for a dragon as cold as me,” I admitted, a hint of self-awareness sneaking into my voice. Evelina’s loyalty was rare, and presenting her as my wife was the least I could do.

A grin spread across Al’s face, his earlier disbelief turning into amusement. “I never thought I’d hear you say something like that,” he chuckled, still a bit incredulous.

I couldn’t help but laugh softly. “Believe me, I didn’t think I’d ever say it either.” ‘Since these aren’t exactly the kind of words the real Argod would say,’ I thought.

Al caught onto the moment and asked, “Shall I prepare some gifts for the healer king, then?”

“Yeah, that’d be a good idea,” I nodded, thinking it over. “Something from the orc tribe might work well,” I mused aloud. It’d send a message of unity and show that the dragons were solid allies with the healer tribe.

“Understood, Your Majesty,” Al agreed enthusiastically. “I’ll get a few options ready for you to choose from.”

“Good,” I nodded, satisfied. “Oh, and Al,” I added with a playful tone.

He turned back, curious. “Yes?”

A mischievous glint in my eye, I smirked. “Did you blow something up? You smell like smoke.”

Al grinned, not even a little ashamed. “You got me,” he laughed.

With a theatrical sigh, he threw his hands up in mock defeat. “Guess it’s time for a trip to the bath,” he chuckled.

“Goodnight, Your Majesty,” he said with a bow before heading out.

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