The Dragon King’s Harem System

Chapter 258. The Twins I



Dragon King's Harem Chapter 258. The Twins I

Evelina turned to me and said, "I'll rest soon---" She returned her gaze to the yard and watched as the orc soldiers brought the prisoners back to their families. "---After I finish watching them," she said softly.

I didn't respond immediately, choosing instead to study her face as she spoke. It was clear that she was struggling with her emotions, and it hurt me to see her in such pain. Finally, I spoke up, my voice clear and firm.

"You should stop feeling sorry for your enemies, Evelina," I said, my words laced with a hint of irritation. "They are soldiers, they know what they signed up for. They know the risks that come with being in battle. It's not your fault.”

She turned to me, her eyes searching mine. "I know," she said quietly. "But the fact that they're fighting for their king because of us, it's like we're taking them away from their homes, their families, their way of life. It's about the lives that are being affected."

I understood where she was coming from, but I couldn't let her continue to dwell on it. "We're doing what we have to do. We can't let our empathy get in the way of what needs to be done. We're fighting for our people, for the dragons. It's not just about us, it's about the greater good."

She nodded slowly, but her eyes were still clouded with doubt. "I know," she said.

I took a deep breath. "That's how the world works, Evelina," I said in a low voice, trying to console her. "We must do what we can with the cards we are dealt."

Again, I flicked my finger with practiced ease, using my Telekinetic to pour another glass of wine. The liquid swirled around in the glass.

"You've done the best you can," I continued. "You have brought victory to me and helped the young orcs return to their homes. That's more than enough."

Evelina glanced at me, her eyes full of doubt. "Is it?" she asked softly.

I met her gaze, holding it steady. "Yes," I said firmly. "You have done your duty as a healer and as my wife. You cannot save everyone. You must learn to accept that."

With my Telekinetic, I flicked my finger again, moving the glass. But instead of towards me, it flew towards Evelina. She hesitated for a moment before taking the glass and drinking it down in one swift motion.

"I will try," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

But then she turned to the window again, her eyes fixed on the world outside. This time she only gave me a quick glance before she walked towards me and sat by my side.

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Burz's PoV

The sky was painted with hues of burnt orange and deep purple as the day gradually turned into nightfall. Burz was hurrying down the corridors, his boots echoing against the stone floors. His keen senses were heightened as he made his way toward his sister's chamber.

With bated breath, he arrived at Glasha's door and paused for a moment to collect himself. He gently pushed the heavy oak door open and stepped inside the room

He entered the opulent chamber, his eyes darted toward Glasha, who was now dressed in luxurious clothes fit for a princess, instead of the drab garments she had worn as a prisoner.

The room was filled with the soft murmurs of several maids, their nimble fingers deftly combing through Glasha's long, luscious hair. The atmosphere was peaceful and calm, a far cry from the turmoil and chaos that had once engulfed the battlefield.

Burz took a step forward, his boots clacking against the polished stone floor. "Glasha," he called out, his voice rich and deep.

At the sound of her brother's voice, Glasha turned to face him, her eyes narrowing slightly. She stood up from her seat, the folds of her luxurious dress rustling softly as she did so.

The maids, who had been tending to Glasha's hair, immediately bowed to Burz, their movements graceful and respectful. "Your Highness," they chorused in unison, their voices low and deferential.

Without further ado, Burz stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Glasha in a tight embrace, his gratitude overwhelming him. "Thank the gods you're safe," he murmured, his voice filled with emotion. "I was so worried about you."

Glasha returned her brother's hug, her arms encircling him in a warm embrace. "I'm happy to see you again, brother," she said softly, her voice laced with relief. "I thought I was going to die at the dragon king’s hands."

Burz released his sister from his embrace and turned towards the maids, his hand waving in a commanding gesture. "You may leave us now," he said in a tone that brooked no argument.

The maids immediately sprang into action, bowing low to the orc prince before swiftly exiting the chamber, their footsteps echoing softly in the corridor beyond.

Burz and Glasha moved to sit side by side on a plush sofa. Burz's expression was tense with concern as he turned to face his sister.

"How are you feeling, Glasha?" he asked, his voice low and gentle.

Glasha shook her head, her eyes meeting Burz's gaze. "I'm fine, brother," she replied, her voice steady.

Burz's expression softened slightly at her words, but he persisted. "I meant your mental state," he said, his voice carefully measured. "After all you've been through, seeing the dragons slaughter the orcs and our father's death... it must have been difficult."

Glasha's lips twisted into a wry smile, but she said nothing. The memories of that day still haunted her, and she wasn't sure if she would ever fully recover.

Burz noticed the worry lines creasing his sister's forehead and reached out to take her hand, squeezing it gently. "You don't have to be strong for my sake, Glasha," he said, his voice soft and soothing. "I'm here for you. Always."

Glasha's eyes met Burz's, and she was grateful for the love and support that he always showed her. "Thank you, Burz," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I appreciate it."

Burz's expression grew stern as he asked, "Did the dragon king do something to you? Something that he shouldn't have done?"

Glasha's eyes widened in the realization of what Burz meant. "No, he didn't," she said firmly, shaking her head. "But he bound me with this," she added, holding out her wrist to show Burz the intricately carved magic bracelet that encircled it. "It forced me to submit to his every command."

Burz examined the bracelet closely, his brow furrowing as he took in its intricacies. "This is powerful magic," he murmured, his voice low with concern. "We need to find a way to remove it."

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