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Chapter 225. Frustration and Desperation I
Dragon King's Harem Chapter 225. Frustration and Desperation I
Once Glasha accepted my offer of assistance and placed her hand in mine, I pulled her into my arms, taking her by surprise. At the same time, I opened my inventory and retrieved the Dragon's Servant Bracelet, which appeared in my hand with a flash of light.
In one smooth and practiced movement, I fastened the bracelet onto Glasha's wrist, activating its magic as I did so.
[You have used the Dragon's Servant Bracelet on Princess Glasha of The Orc Tribe.]
[The bracelet will seal 50% of the wearer’s magic power]
[The bracelet will seal 50% of the wearer’s strength]
[Carrying weapons is not allowed!]
She gasped in shock and tried to push me away, clearly panicked by my actions. She frantically tried to remove the bracelet, but it was too late. The bracelet had already taken hold, its magic binding her to me as my servant.
I stood there, my cold eyes fixed on Glasha as she struggled against the bracelet's hold. The dragons let out triumphant roars as they circled around us, their fierce cries intimidating the orcs who had been trying to come to Glasha's aid.
The enchanted jewel at its center began to glow with a bright, pulsing light. Glasha looked panicked as she felt the bracelet's magic take hold of her, sealing away her powers and binding her to me as my servant.
As the bracelet's magic took hold, Glasha's powers were immediately sealed away, suppressed by the bracelet's powerful enchantments. She struggled against its hold, but it was no use. The bracelet was too powerful, and it had a grip on her that was impossible to break. Her face contorted with fear and anger as she realized that she was now completely at my mercy.
Another announcement appeared in front of me.
[Congratulations! Princess Glasha of the orc tribe has become your servant!]
Once again, Glasha fell to her knees, her head bowed as she stared at her palms.
“NOOO!!! AAAAA! AAAAAAA!!!!!” She let out a heart-wrenching scream of frustration, her voice echoing through the sky as she yelled out in rage and despair. The orc soldiers around her were visibly moved by her distress, and I could see some of them desperately trying to break through the dragons' siege in a bid to help her.
But their efforts were in vain. The dragons easily brushed them aside, slashing their tails and knocking them to the ground with intimidating roars. Even Evelina, who was still perched on Eir's back, looked away from the scene, her guilt written clearly on her face.
Despite all of this, I simply stood there and watched Glasha with a cold, dispassionate gaze. I knew that this was a better end for her than if I had had to claim her by force, just like how the kings of other tribes had done in the past. They would often take the women and princesses of defeated tribes as their own, even going so far as to do it in public to show their dominance and intimidate their subjects. It was a cruel and barbaric practice, one that I had no intention of replicating.
I knew what it was like to be forced into sexual intercourse without my consent, and I hated the thought of inflicting that same pain and violation on someone else. So instead of claiming Glasha in that way, I had chosen to bind her to me with the Dragon's Servant Bracelet, ensuring that she would be powerless to resist my will. No one ever did it before, but I knew it was the right thing to do, both for Glasha and for myself.
Even though taking Glasha to the war had seemed like a foolish and reckless decision on Uraugh's part, I knew why he had done it. He saw Glasha as a threat to his throne, and leaving her in Vurdor for too long would have only spelled trouble for him. It was clear that he had intended to sacrifice Glasha from the start, judging by the way he had ordered her to attack me and my forces.
As Glasha's screams and the orcs' growls finally came to an end, I thought that the conflict was over. But then, to my surprise, Glasha let out a laugh, one that was filled with frustration and despair. It was a sound that sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for the role I had played in her defeat yet my expression remained unchanged. It was cold as ice.
Slowly, Glasha lifted her face and looked me in the eye. Her hair was a wild, tangled mess, and her face was covered in dirt from the fight. Despite her obvious frustration, there were no tears in her eyes, and she continued to glare at me with the same burning hatred as before.
"Dragon king," she hissed, her voice dripping with venom. "Do you think you can use me to enter Vurdor?" she asked, her tone laced with sarcasm and disdain.
I met her gaze, my expression firm and unyielding. "Your father's corpse is enough to force the orcs to open Vurdor's gates," I said, my voice filled with confidence and conviction.
"Then why do you need me?" Glasha asked, her voice filled with anger and resentment. "Why don't you just kill me and let me die on the battlefield like a true warrior?"
I shrugged, my expression calm and composed. "I have my own plan," I said simply, not elaborating further.
Glasha let out another laugh, this one even more bitter and despairing than the first. She stood up, her body shaking with rage and frustration. "Plan, huh?" she sneered. Glasha's face contorted with anger and disgust, and she spat at my feet, clearly unwilling to accept her fate. "I have no interest in following your plan!" she roared in anger.
With a fierce cry, she reached down and retrieved her weapon from the ground, raising it up as if to strike me. But instead of attacking me, she turned her gaze to her wrist, where the Dragon's Servant Bracelet was fastened. It was clear that she was considering cutting off her own hand in a desperate bid to escape the bracelet's hold.
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