Dragon King's Harem Chapter 293. The Healer Tribe III
Eir stepped forward at my command, carrying the orc's horn with a steady, almost ceremonial grace. The thing was a masterpiece, studded with rare green diamonds that caught the light in a way that made it look like it was glowing. The horn didn’t just look valuable—it felt powerful, like it carried its own story.
The Healer King’s eyes went wide as Eir presented the gift. His hands trembled slightly when he took it, his fingers brushing over the smooth, polished surface. For a mont, he just stared at it, clearly struggling to process what he was holding.
"This is..." His voice trailed off, and he looked at , his expression a mix of awe and disbelief.
I gave him a warm smile, letting him take it all in. "It’s a treasure from the orc tribe’s royal family. I thought you might appreciate it," I said, keeping my tone light but sincere.
The Healer Queen, standing just behind him, mirrored his shock. Her eyes darted between the horn and , and she tilted her head slightly, clearly trying to piece things together. "Is this one of the tributes from your victory?" she asked softly, her curiosity plain as day.
I nodded. "Yes, it is," I replied, not bothering to go into the gritty details of the battle that led to it. This wasn’t the ti for war stories.
The King kept staring at the horn, his curiosity refusing to let up. "But of all the treasures, why this?" he asked, his voice full of genuine wonder.
I t his gaze, letting a thoughtful smile play on my lips. "Because it’s their most valuable treasure. It’s more than just a trophy. One day, it might prove useful for you," I said, keeping my explanation intentionally vague. The horn wasn’t just a gift; it was a potential tool for diplomacy or leverage if things ever got complicated with the orc tribe. I figured the Healer King, Elixar was sharp enough to catch my drift.
He nodded slowly, his face softening into an expression of gratitude. "Thank you for your generosity. I’ll make sure it’s kept safe," he promised, his voice steady.
With the formalities out of the way, he shifted gears, his tone brightening. "Now, let’s eat. I’ve prepared the best of everything for your visit," he said, a wide smile spreading across his face.
At his clap, the palace staff sprang into action, serving up a feast that looked like it had co straight out of a fantasy novel.
The first course was these crystal-clear orbs filled with a glowing, rainbow-like nectar. They were paired with delicate crisps shaped like leaves and dusted with glittery powder that sparkled under the light. Next ca sothing that looked like a miniature enchanted forest, complete with tiny edible trees made of spun sugar and glistening syrup dewdrops on their leaves.
But the real showstopper was the centerpiece. A dragon-shaped sculpture carved from so rare translucent fruit that gave off a soft, inner glow. Its wings and scales were made from edible flower petals, arranged so perfectly that it looked almost alive. Even Eir and the dragon soldiers, who were usually pretty stoic, couldn’t hide their amazent as they stared at the spread.
As if the food wasn’t enough, soft music began playing in the background, adding another layer of magic to the atmosphere. The whole scene was almost too much—it was clear the Healer Tribe didn’t do anything halfway.
We finally started eating, the clinking of utensils and plates filling the air as we dug into the incredible food. The flavors matched the presentation, and for a while, everyone seed content to just enjoy the al.
About halfway through, the Healer Queen leaned toward Evelina, her expression warm but serious. "Eat well, my dear. I’ve made sure to include dishes known to enhance fertility," she said, her tone gentle but loaded with aning. "Argod has been a wonderful husband and protector for our tribe. If you could bless him with an heir, it would an so much to all of us."
Evelina’s face lit up with a mix of happiness and responsibility. "I understand, Mother," she said respectfully, her voice steady but carrying a hint of pride.
While her family seed thrilled by her response, I felt a pang of sothing I couldn’t quite na. Was this all just duty for her? A responsibility she felt she had to fulfill? It made wonder if she saw as more than just the father of her potential children. Still, I pushed the thought aside. In this world, duty often ca before personal desires, especially for people in our position.
The King turned his attention back to , his eyes warm and full of concern. "You look well, Argod," he said, his voice sincere. "I was worried when I heard about your long hibernation."
I smiled at his words, appreciating the sentint. "Thank you, Elixar. Even a royal dragon needs his rest sotis," I replied casually, keeping the mood light.
He nodded, visibly relieved. "I’m glad to see you in good health, especially now that you’ve married Evelina. She’s in good hands with you," he said, his voice filled with genuine gratitude.
I gave him a small nod, acknowledging his trust. But I knew this wasn’t just a social visit, and there were important matters to discuss. Leaning slightly forward, I let my tone take on a more serious edge. "Elixar, there’s another reason I’ve co here. I’m hoping I can count on your help," I said, cutting straight to the point.
He didn’t hesitate, his expression turning serious as well. "Of course, Argod. Whatever you need," he replied firmly.
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