The dragon's harem

“WAIT!” One of the dragons cried, “It’s that wyrmling!”

The other dragons stared at him, “Which one?”

“I saw him before when I was deployed alongside General Ignis Formoth. He fought some strange werewolf underground, got beaten up and knocked out, was saved by Claug, and then started a fight with our general and the metallic general Kinryuu.”

The brown dragon flapped his massive wings, soared down, and slowly approached, “Dragon Slayer Alcott, I believe you’re a reasonable person, so do you mind explaining what you’re doing here? I’d rather not get yelled at by the general.”

Alcott pointed back at Balina, “She is your princess, we’re going to visit the queen, she invited Arad before. Said he can come visit her with Balina whenever he wants, and so we’re here.”

Slowly, the tension among the dragons faded away, and they landed one after another. “I…” The brown dragon looked at Alcott, “Appreciate that you used the front door this time.”

Alcott laughed, “I won’t start a problem if I don’t need to. Look.” He pulled a scroll, “When the queen visited last time, I managed to get a wisp of her magic on here. With this, I could’ve teleported with everyone straight to her bedchamber. But that wouldn’t be appropriate, would it be?”

“Give that here.” The dragon froze, growled, and glared at Alcott.

Alcott blinked twice, “But the scroll is mine, I made it. Either get your queen to stop releasing so much magic in human land that it kills people, or I’ll go tell her that myself.”

Alcott took a step forward, “If she wasn’t releasing enough magic that it was harmful, I wouldn’t have had enough of it to make the scroll.”

“The queen…” The dragon growled, but then went silent, “That isn’t…” He then went silent again.

“You can’t explain why that is a thing to me, but you also can’t deny that harming humans makes the problem my business.” Alcott sighed, “Fine, you don’t need to tell me. I’ve heard enough from Tiamat herself.”

Alcott shook his hands, “I was thinking of shoving the dragon slayer up her arse, but… I understand it’s not something that she can control.”

Arad looked at them, “You were going to start a fight?”

“Not if she explained herself, the queen is reasonable, more than the other dragons at least.” Alcott shrugged, “She is just prideful and always refuses to admit fault or weakness, so I play around her to solve the problems.”

Arad sighed and looked at the massive brown dragon, “As he said, I’m here to meet the queen. Her invite.”

The dragon stared at Arad for a second and then looked at Balina, who was silent in the back. Arad noticed his gaze and looked at her as well.

Balina smiled, “Asking me? We’re here to meet Mother.”

Balina pointed at herself, “I’m his wife, all of us are his wives.” She then smiled, “And he is his father. So if you think Alcott is a problem, just wait until Arad gets angry.”

The brown dragon had many questions in his head. The most important of them all was the failure of dragonkind; they allowed Alcott to reproduce, they couldn’t even deal with one, now there were two of him.

But, as terrifying as the thought of Alcott having a kid, something else made the dragons freeze. Arad was just a wyrmling a while ago, but now, he is an adult dragon with enough power to punch Elder dragons down.

Something wasn’t adding up. How could he get from being a mere void wyrmling to a powerhouse enough… A void wyrmling… what kind of void drakaina would be insane enough to bear the child of the dragon slayer?

Ursa was known for being a reckless, bloodthirsty warmoner.

Canis is a menace, a petty bitch worse than Claug by a thousand times. She’ll do it to spite the dragons.

Orphiuchus is known for plotting a lot and having some weird plans. She is also a serial psychopath, so she might be crazy enough to approach Alcott.

There were many void dragons drawn in the stars, many of them could’ve caused Arad to be, but none of them had any power to explain his rapid growth.

Except for two: Casiopeia, the queen of the void dragons, and Orion, the Empress of the void. The queen told the dragons about them many times, and she always looked unhappy.

“What’s the matter?”

The dragon had remained silent for a long while, prompting Arad to call him out. They had a lot of time to spend here, but not that much. Arad wanted to finish here quickly, in a reasonable time, so he could go to the Metallic dragons before they cause him problems.

The dragon shook his head, looked back at the other dragons, and then nodded, “We’ll call the general; he should be the one guarding and escorting the princess.”

Balina stared at him with a smile, “I don’t need a guard, Arad here is enough.”

Gamond poked her, “Arad? I alone could punch those dragons all down, at once.” She wasn’t joking. Her old world also had dragons; they were powerful, of all ages, and they even had a king. Gamond was certain the queen here was far stronger than the dragon king in her old world, but she had her share of fighting multiple dragons at once.

The dragons standing there also weren’t that willing to test their chances against her. There was also the problem of Alcott and his son, who was a void dragon and might have the blood of one of the nastiest void drakainas in the universe.

“It is more of a formality, princess. We know you’re by no means in need of a guard. Besides, I’m sure Alcott and Arad here would find it useful to meet the general before going to the queen.”

“That would be for the better.” Alcott shrugged as he walked forward. The brown dragon stared at him with an unhappy face, “You’re really a pain.”

Arad looked at Alcott and the dragon, then smiled, “I see, he is standing right where it would be inconvenient for you to swing at him without hitting your own legs.”

The brown dragon snorted, “Huh, that isn’t a problem. The problem is that I might end up hitting the princess with the blast.” He lowered his head and looked directly at Arad, “Your father came here once before on his own, caused a massacre, and left without explaining anything. We couldn’t stop, so I’m not going to gamble on it with more dragons supporting him.”

Alcott waved his hand, “Careful, you might think I am the most problematic one here, but I assure you, my son is a bigger troublemaker than I ever could be.”

By that time, General Ignis Formoth had arrived with a large smile on his face, “Dragon Mediator Alcott! Dragon Mediator Arad! It’s been a while!” As he approached for a landing, the other dragons backed away. He was almost as big as Gamond was. In fact, he looked a bit taken aback by her size.

But unlike the other dragons, he knew what he was looking at. He could see it, a river, a bloody river of pure nothingness and boiling energy. Arad’s aura, while it looked powerful to all other dragons, was much larger.

Even now, Arad was still suppressing his power. He might’ve fooled the other dragons, but not Ignis. What Arad was hiding was his strange, cursed blood; it smelled similar to a mixture of vampiric and lycanthropic curses, but it was different. That was his Pricolici blood.

Arad also suppressed the presence of everyone hiding inside his stomach, especially the spirit queens who stood ready, but Ignis could smell them hiding in there.

He could sense Zephhyr waiting inside Arad’s stomach, and he was sure that she sensed him back because her magic twitched, as if nodding back to him. Beside her was Nar as well as Gaia, who was working on something since her magic seemed strained.

Besides those, Ignis had to exert himself to keep a straight face because there was something else, something even more terrifying inside Arad’s stomach. Something worse than the vampires and spirits.

A full army of angels and demons was standing at the ready, spearheaded by two archons and Kali out of all the gods.

The first time Ignis saw Arad, he was but a wyrmling, and Ignis was there with a full army of dragons, as well as the metallic army. It was an unfair situation, two armies facing a single, newborn wyrmling.

But today, Arad was the one with a bigger army standing infront of him. And unlike the dragons, his army was subtle, always hiding in his stomach, ready to charge at any second.

This was a statement. Those are my wives, and this is my father. Mess with any of them, and I’ll paint the mountain red with your whole race.

Arad understood dragons well, and with Alcott’s help, the answer to all of their problems was simple.

Dragons valued strength more, so Arad had to show what he could do, the harrowing destruction he could cause if anything went against his will, and he had to do it without alerting anyone besides the dragons’ leadership.