Dragon King's Harem Chapter 581. You Killed Him!
Dragon King's Harem Chapter 581. You Killed Him!
The first projection showed the Healer Tribe court.
Evelina’s parents stood at the center, her father rigid with cold fury, her mother’s hands covering her mouth as golden-robed healers gathered around them. Several court officials looked pale, not from poison, but from what they had just witnessed.
The next image snapped into clarity.
The Fox Tribe.
Jyne’s family.
Elegant fox nobles surrounded by crimson banners and polished wood architecture. Jyne’s mother sat upright with narrowed eyes, tails still behind her like frozen flames. Her father’s expression had gone sharp enough to cut paper. Several fox officials were already whispering rapidly.
Then Snow Elven territory.
Kaelen stood beside his mother, the Snow Elven Queen, both watching from a crystalline chamber washed in blue-white light. Kaelen’s jaw was tight. His mother’s face was perfectly calm, which somehow looked much scarier.
Then my own dragon court.
My ministers.
My commanders.
All watching.
The Prime Elder had both hands planted on the council table, face dark with rage. Several dragon generals were already standing, armor half-summoned, like they were ready to fly through the projection and personally chew the mountain open.
More projections unfolded.
Several tribes under my protection.
All of them watching.
All of them seeing Elowen pinned by ice.
Seranaya restrained near the stolen throne.
Durharn’s remains consumed by nymph roots.
The hall poisoned.
The guests recovering under Marissa’s antidote bloom.
And most importantly?
They had already recorded what came before.
Durharn’s accusation.
Elowen’s confession.
Seranaya’s root through his chest.
The attempt to frame my wives.
The order to kill me.
Everything.
Elowen stared upward.
Her lips parted, but no sound came out.
I leaned closer. “See,” I said softly, “I know rumors.” Nightmare’s edge glowed faintly near her throat. “I know stories. I know how kingdoms twist truth after everyone who saw it dies.”
My smile sharpened.
“So I didn’t plan to rely on witnesses inside the hall.”A pause. “I brought witnesses outside it.”
The projections flickered, and from the Healer Tribe side, Evelina’s father spoke first, voice cold enough to make even the frozen floor feel warmer.
“Queen Elowen Vireth of the Nymph Tribe.”
The whole hall heard him.
His voice carried through the crystal.
“We witnessed your actions.”
Elowen’s face tightened.
Then the Snow Elven Queen spoke, calm and lethal.
“We witnessed the poisoning. The betrayal of King Durharn. The attempted seizure of the Dwarven Throne.”
Jyne’s mother followed, voice smooth but furious. “And the attempt to implicate the Dragon King’s wives.”
The dragon court projection pulsed as my Prime Elder leaned forward.
“The Draconis Empire recognizes this as hostile action against the Dragon King, his household, and allied royal guests.”
Oh. Good old dragon court.
One of the dragon generals growled, “Give the order, Your Majesty.”
I almost sighed.
Of course.
Always ready to start a war before breakfast.
Not that I didn’t appreciate the enthusiasm.
Elowen swallowed.
Small movement.
But I saw it.
Everyone saw it.
Her plan didn’t just fail.
It had been publicly dissected.
Live.
In front of every ruler I wanted watching.
Seranaya suddenly screamed from the throne steps. “No! That’s fake! It’s dragon magic!”
Marissa immediately glanced at her with mild disappointment. “Oh, please.”
Sela tightened the earth cuffs, and Seranaya gasped as stone pulled her knees down against the floor.
“Stay quiet,” Sela said coldly. “Your voice already ruined enough lives.”
Seranaya glared up at her, but for once, she had nothing sharp enough to say.
Elowen tried to recover. Queens like her didn’t surrender because one plan burned.
They searched for another corner of the room not yet on fire.
“This means nothing,” she hissed. “Your allies will believe you. Of course they will. But neutral tribes—”
Seraphel stepped forward.
The Phoenix Queen’s projection wasn’t needed because she was physically there, and by now the antidote mist had cleared enough that her flame aura burned bright and terrifying.
“I am neutral enough,” Seraphel said.
Elowen’s eyes snapped toward her.
Seraphel’s gaze was merciless. “The Phoenix Tribe witnessed this in person. I will testify.”
The Fairy Queen lifted her chin. “As will I.”
Then a dwarven noble, still pale but standing now, slowly stepped forward from behind an overturned chair. His face was lined with grief and fury. “And I.”
Another dwarven noble rose.
“And I.”
Then another.
“And I.”
The words began spreading.
Quietly at first.
Then stronger.
From dwarves.
From fairies.
From merchants.
From ministers Elowen had thought too poisoned to remember.
The hall filled with witnesses.
Elowen’s wooden fingers trembled against the ice restraints.
I watched her carefully.
There were still nymph soldiers fighting, but their morale cracked the moment the projections appeared.
Dragon soldiers pushed harder. Bird clan warriors cut off retreat routes. Al’s shadows dragged three more nymphs down like embarrassed curtains.
I looked back to Elowen. “You threatened me with rumors,” I said. Then I tapped Nightmare lightly against her throat. “I answered with receipts.”
Her brows twitched.
Probably didn’t understand the word.
“You…” she breathed. “You planned this.”
I smiled. “Parts of it.”
Her eyes burned. “You let Durharn die.”
The hall quieted slightly.
That one…
I didn’t smile now.
“No,” I said coldly. “You killed him.”
Her lips curled. “You could have saved him.”
“Maybe.”
That word landed heavy.
I didn’t deny it.
Because lies ruined clean victories.
“But saving a king who ordered my death while protecting his murderer?” I tilted my head. “Hard to prioritize.”
The dwarven nobles said nothing.
Some looked down.
Some looked at what remained of Durharn.
They hated the answer.
But they understood it.
Truth didn’t need to feel nice.
Elowen’s eyes flicked toward the projections again, desperate now, calculating, trying to find which ruler might be weak, which one might still hesitate.
She found none.
The Dragon Court looked ready for war.
The Healer Court looked betrayed.
The Fox Tribe looked offended on a political level.
The Snow Elves looked coldly prepared to freeze trade routes forever.
And the Phoenix Queen stood right there, eyes burning.