Dragon King's Harem Chapter 554. Not The Full Script
Dragon King's Harem Chapter 554. Not The Full Script
I watched her for a second longer, taking in the way her eyes moved, the way her fingers twitched just slightly at her side.
Thinking.
Calculating.
Same as me.
I let out a quiet breath, glancing up at the sky for a second before looking back at her.
“So,” I said lightly, tone slipping back into something a little more relaxed. “Now that we’re both on the same page…”
I leaned in just a fraction.
“…what are you going to do about it?”
She didn’t answer immediately.
Seraphel wasn’t the type to react on impulse. Her eyes narrowed instead, slow, deliberate, like she was peeling back layers I hadn’t bothered hiding too well in the first place.
“I saw your assistant.”
Ah.
There it is.
“My assistant?” I echoed, tone light, almost amused.
She didn’t blink.
“The one from the witch tribe,” she continued. “If I’m not wrong… Almeric is his name, right?”
I huffed under my breath, one corner of my mouth twitching.
Sharp.
Too sharp.
I ran a hand through my hair once, not really bothered to deny it.
“Yeah,” I said. “That’s him.” I exhaled. “Yeah. I ordered Al to move.”
Her head tilted just slightly.
“How?”
I looked at her.
Straight.
“I told him to mix the poison with the antidote.”
Her brows pulled together.
“…mixed it?”
The disbelief wasn’t loud.
But it was there.
Clear.
“Yeah.”
“Why not just throw it away?”
I snorted softly.
“Because they’re not idiots.”
That landed immediately.
“They’ll check,” I continued, voice steady. “If it’s gone? They’ll know something’s wrong. If it’s replaced?” I shook my head. “Same problem.”
Her lips pressed into a thin line.
I shrugged again.
“So instead… we don’t remove the threat.”
I lifted a finger slightly.
“We change it.”
A pause.
Then I added, quieter.
“From lethal… to manageable.”
She stared at me.
Long.
Calculating.
Then slowly…
“I see.”
Yeah.
She did.
“With your explanation,” she continued, “I assume you already know what’s going to happen.”
I let out a breath through my nose, shaking my head slightly.
“Not really.”
That made her frown.
“I only know the important parts,” I clarified. “The outline. The skeleton. Not the full script.”
I glanced up at the sky for a second before looking back at her.
“They were supposed to target the dwarves,” I said. “That was the original plan.”
Her eyes narrowed again.
“But,” I added, lips curling faintly, “Durharn invited us.”
And just like that…
The implication settled between us.
“…so we’re part of the equation now,” she finished.
“Yeah.”
A quiet hum escaped her throat, more annoyed than anything.
“That’s reckless,” she said.
I chuckled.
“Stupid, you mean.”
She didn’t argue.
“One of us could detect the poison,” she pointed out.
“Maybe,” I said.
Then I tilted my head slightly, watching her reaction.
“But you know how it is.”
She didn’t respond.
So I continued.
“Not every tribe likes Durharn,” I said. “Some of them? They’d rather see him gone.”
Her expression shifted.
Subtle.
Understanding creeping in.
“So if something happens…” she murmured.
I shrugged.
“We might just… stay quiet.”
There it was.
Ugly.
Real.
Practical.
And very, very believable.
Her jaw tightened.
“And Durharn?” she asked.
I let out a small breath.
“He’s already in her grip.”
That one hit heavier.
“She’s got him wrapped,” I continued. “Emotionally. Politically. Probably more than that.”
A pause.
“He already executed a noble who tried to warn him.”
Her eyes widened just a fraction.
“Seriously?”
“Yeah.”
I gave a small, humorless smile.
“So imagine how much he’ll listen to outsiders like us.”
Silence.
Cold.
Thick.
Because yeah.
That was the part that made this messy.
We weren’t his people.
We weren’t his advisors.
We were guests.
Conveniently disposable guests.
She clicked her tongue softly.
“Tch… so this is a dead end.”
I didn’t argue.
“It is.”
No sugarcoating.
Because lying here?
Pointless.
She stared at me again, something sharper in her gaze now.
“So you’re just going to let it happen?”
I met her eyes.
“Yeah.”
That one lingered.
Heavy.
Judging.
Testing.
I didn’t look away.
Didn’t justify it.
Didn’t soften it.
Because this wasn’t about playing hero.
This was about surviving the board.
And controlling what we could.
Not what we couldn’t.
“I already have my antidote,” I added calmly.
I reached into my coat.
Pulled out a small pouch.
But packed with exactly the kind of quiet insurance that kept people like us alive.
I stepped closer.
Held it out.
She didn’t take it immediately.
“Take it,” I said.
Her eyes flicked from the pouch… to me.
“…why?”
A small smirk tugged at my lips.
“Use it if you need it.”
Her brows furrowed.
“If I need it?”
Yeah.
That part.
I let out a soft breath, gaze drifting past her for a second before settling back.
“Because she might poison us.”
A pause.
“…might?”
I shrugged.
“Or maybe not.”
That didn’t help.
“What do you mean?”
I tilted my head slightly, watching the way her expression tightened.
“If she doesn’t want to dirty her own hands…” I said slowly, “she’ll use ours.”
That clicked.
Fast.
Her eyes sharpened instantly.
“You mean—”
I cut in.
“She might slander us and make Durharn go berserk.”
Silence.
“…and order him to kill us. Not with a loud command. But with whispers,” she added.
I smiled.
“Bingo.”
The word hung between us like a quiet verdict.
“That way,” I continued, voice calm, almost casual, “we don’t have a choice.”
I lifted a hand slightly, palm open.
“We fight.”
Another beat.
“And we kill him.”
Her breath slowed.
Controlled.
But I could see it.
That tension building under her skin.
“And after that?” she asked.
I leaned back slightly, slipping my hands into my pockets.
“After that…” I said lightly, “she steps in.”
A faint wind passed between us again, carrying the distant scent of the city.
Smoke.
Stone.
Something burning.
“She’ll already have something prepared,” I added. “A decree. A document. Something official-looking enough to pass in the chaos.”
Her lips parted slightly.
“…naming her as ruler.”
“Queen,” I said. “Or regent. Depends how clean she wants it to look.”
Silence again.
But this time?
It felt heavier.
Because now…
We weren’t just talking about poison.
We were talking about a full takeover.
Clean.
Efficient.
Layered.
And almost impossible to stop without burning everything down.
I watched her for a second longer.
Then smirked faintly.
“So yeah,” I said, voice light again, almost teasing despite everything.
“…fun wedding, right?”