The dragon's harem

Chapter 839: Spending To Gain



The knight slowly opened his eyes, the painful ringing still booming in his ears. Trying to remember the last moments before he passed out, all he could get was the image of Tempo's face, looking at him with a large smile.

"What did happen?" He mumbled.

"Good, you're still alive." Tempo said. He was sitting beside the knight's bed. "I don't know what I would've done if you died."

The knight cried and rolled out of the bed terrified, "Now I remember. You're the titan's prince."

"That's right." Tempo smiled, "And I'm sorry for almost killing you."

"That isn't the problem, why are you here?" He looked around with a shocked face and could see other knights standing around the place, they were inside a large tent.

"I've told you, Uranus is my friend. Negotiations are currently ongoing to try and solve this peacefully." Tempo looked at the tent's door.

One of the knights standing guard approached. "As His Majesty Tempo said, negotiations are currently carried between the nobles, his majesty the King, and her majesty, Isdis of Ruris." "Drop the majesty part. You're a human." Tempo shook his head.

"We use that even for other kings and royalty, titans aren't excluded." The knight replied.

Another knight approached, "I hope things end up without many problems. We're sick of those meaningless wars."

In the kingdom's royal castle, the queen walked through the hallway as she returned from her bath accompanied by two maids. "What's taking Alex so long? Just a few cannons and those traitors would vanish in the fire." She growled.

"Your majesty, we're almost at your room." One of the maids said with a passive face. "His Majesty, Prince Larry, and Princess Alexia are waiting for you."

The queen smiled, "No use crying about it. It gives me time after all; I hope he stays there for a few more days. Work can wait." She looked back at the two maids, "You two are joining in."

"Of course; your majesty." They bowed, "Can we call two more of the maids as well?" One of them asked with her eyes closed.

"Of course, the more the merrier." The queen smiled, but that didn't last long.

Her room's door slowly opened and the maids jumped to stand before her.

"It's a shame; your son lost his head; a corrupt royal who wound up dead. He wore his gold like some kind of prise. Too many crimes; too many crimes." A large armored man walked out of her room drenched in blood, dragging Prince Larry's severed upper torso by the hair.

The queen fell on her knees shaking as the maids screamed their lungs off as they looked at Larry's blood and guts dripping on the ground.

"Praise the goddess, praise her holy name. Thanks to this fate, I'll never be the same. I've seen the royal's rot, and I wish I'd eaten soot." He dropped the corpse and pointed his sword at the queen.

"Wasn't it common that nobles are the problem in most kingdoms? They are usually the corrupt ones. How come it's our queen and crown heirs the ones fucking up? Literarily...like her, naked corpse still stuck to his lower half." The knight sighed with a disappointed face. "I reject the creed of murder at first, I wanted to just talk and see if our beautiful queen, valiant prince, and cute and loving princess could convince their hairy old dad the king to stop this mess...But..." He swung his sword to get rid of the blood.

"My sword slipped when I found them like this. Murder is indeed the way." He took a step forward, glaring at the queen with glowing golden eyes.

"Sinner shall find salvation in death, those who pains the world shall leave it through murder." His sword sparked with holy magic.

The royal guards rushed in and the queen swung her arm with a scream. "He's a murderer! Kill him!"

"That's it; at least you understand the beauty of murder, the simplest way to get what you desire. The only way to beat the competition is to kill them." He lifted his sword up with a large grin.

"You aren't getting out of here Alive." The queen glared at him in rage, veins bulging on her neck due to what she had just seen.

The guards who arrived rushed in toward the queen and pulled their swords. With all of their might, they cut the two maids in half, bathing the queen in their blood.

The queen turned with a gasp, "What in the hell?!" she couldn't believe what just happened. "Praise to the murder goddess. Blood shall be spilled until all rot is done."

The knight wasn't alone, several of the royal guards had seen what the royal family was doing for years, and now that there is a god supporting their cause, it's a holy crusade. You'll go to heaven if you murder those bastards who've been making your life shit, who could've refused such an offer.

The knight swung his sword down at the queen's head. A large barrier appeared around her and blocked his attack, causing his sword to shatter into pieces and her necklace to crack.

She took a step back, pissing herself.

"First your son broke my sword, and now you destroyed my spare one. How annoying, those fatal necklaces your royal wear." All of the royal family wore a necklace that took one fatal hit for them.

"Do you think you'll get away with this?" The queen mumbled, "Killing royalty is the worst crime. None of you would get away with this unpunished."

"Let me teach you a life lesson, our queen. When you make someone's life so shit that they want to kill themselves, you've given them very little reason to fear punishment." He smiled, "What would you do to us? Kill us? That's a relief from the shitty death loop you've driven the kingdom and its people into, a civil war each decade, are you shitting me?"

He grabbed her by the neck and lifted her up. "Well then, the death sentence means nothing to us. So what, torture? Yeah, that's everyday life for most of us, good try." He smacked her at

the wall.

"Nothing is scarier than a man who has nothing to lose and a revenge list. Especially when a god rewards them for their actions." He clenched a fist, "You always called us commoners lesser beings that only exist to serve royals, so now..." He swung at her face, "Check your

privileges."

One punch after another, he pummelled her to death, crushing her face and chest to the wall in a barrage of violent punches. As he finished, he took a deep breath and sighed, his fists

dripping with blood.

A maid silently walked out of a room and approached him. "It's done." She looked at the queen's corpse, her passive face quickly twisted and she fell to her knees crying her eyes out. "It's finally done..."

The knight wiped his hand on the queen's dress before patting the maid's back. "Calm down, it's over. No one would touch you again. But before we can relax, we must finish the list."

The maid clenched her fists, gulped down, and slapped her face twice to calm down. "The prime minister is in the west wing, the financial advice should be found around the treasury in the basement and the other directors are scattered around, you need to search for them." She finally managed to speak after gathering herself.

"Got it," He kneeled forward and looked at the maid's necklace, a butterfly-shaped silver amulet. "The messenger of death said that our goddess's symbol is a butterfly; a beautiful and mystical swarm of purple butterflies swarming around death, guiding the souls of the

dead with fire and brimstone."

"Really?" She looked at him.

"Our holy symbol should be like this amulet. Why don't you become a priestess or at least a nun? You might find salvation in that." He then patted her head.

"You know I can't be a nun..." She was about to start crying when Pin showed up out of

nowhere.

"That's a nice idea. Pins love it, your necklace, a symbol of my...no, our goddess." She smiled with a giggle. "I welcome you, high priestess of murder." She then disappeared.

The maid looked at everyone, "What?" She still didn't fully comprehend what happened.

The knight stood, "Protect our priestess with your lives." He walked away.

"I'm a priestess now?" The maid looked at the two royal nights protecting her.

"Yep."

"Seems like it."

She stood, "So...what shall we do now?"

"I don't know."

"Try giving us a blessing. I've always dreamed of a beautiful nun-maid praying upon my

sorry head."

*****

Inside the meeting tent between the king and nobles, Eris was sitting at Isdis's right side as Merlin sat on her left side, the two's mission was guarding her. They didn't understand much of the political talk, so everyone decided that she had to take the lead.

The boring conversation kept going for a while with Eris failing to understand a single word, but she suddenly started feeling something strange. Since they entered this kingdom, she had been rapidly losing divine energy. For a while, she thought that she was losing her demi-god status, but now, her divine magic is coming back even stronger.

Gods spend divine magic and grant it to their followers to use, in exchange, when those followers pray, sacrifice, or enact the god's portfolio, the god gains power from that, usually more than what they spent.

She still didn't understand how her divine magic worked and didn't learn anything about it,

which made it extremely hard for her to notice what Pin was doing. She would've refused to let her build a cult, but Pin knew better than Eris. The first few weeks for a demi-god are the most important, newbie elimination is a common thing, and if she doesn't get her mistress powerful enough, she'll soon get killed and robbed of her power.

Pin sat inside Eris's soul, lifting two fingers up and looking at the world. "Mistress needs power. Pin shall grant that, I can't let my goddess fail." A tiny white feather coated in blood was growing on her back.