The dragon's harem

Chapter 2071: Getting Ready

Gojo had dealt with the Merchants’ Union, and the news had reached the private quarter. Merida had already cleared the streets and made sure that none of the necromancers or the druids remained among the people. Whatever the incident was that Yog wanted to stop, it should never come true now.

At this moment, Merida was standing naked in her workshop, getting measured by her maids for her outfit. After long deliberation, she and her maids had arrived at one logical answer. Merida should wear what she wants to wear. As she stated before, she is a Queen and the one that makes who trends, not the one to follow them. But still, she had to set some rules for herself.

If she were going to be alone with Arad, she would’ve loved to focus on seducing him. But since she is going out in public, she had to at least wear something decent. That’s why she ended up focusing on her title, the Blade of Whitehold.

Even if Merida had noble blood, she never lived as a noble. She was more of a martial artist, a swordswoman, than anything else. So, she decided to show that side, to show that she is who she is.

For underwear, she wore what she had agreed on with the maids before, but for what would be shown, she picked a few of her favourites, all handcrafted by herself.

The first piece was a pair of leather cargo pants that had armored knee and ankle straps and more pockets than she knew what to do with. Then make sure they fit her well; she had them enchanted by Merlin to be able to change their size and resist all kinds of elemental damage, as well as imbue a few of Arad’s scales into the armored straps to reduce weight and add more magical power to Merlin’s enchantments.

But the best part about those leather cargo pants was that they weren’t made of leather at all; Instead, they were made from a tough fabric made from the threads of Merida’s mycelium. They were alive, and a part of her body as well. The moment she wears them, her mycelium roots would extend from her legs and connect with the pants, giving them a steady source of magical power and the ability to self-repair in case they got damaged.

All of Merida’s clothes were made from her own mycelium, so they were as durable as her own body, making them one-of-a-kind pieces that only she could use. And if anyone else tried to wear them, they’ll come to life and eat them alive.

When one of the maids looked inside the pair of pants, for a moment, they looked absolutely normal, but when she squinted, she could see the countless tiny hairs wiggling inside like snakes. "This is scary... It’ll eat the skin right off."

"Don’t worry, it’s smart enough so it won’t hurt you or the others who worked on it." Merida looked at the maid with a smile and then sat on a chair as four maids surrounded her, two knelt before her, and the others remained standing.

Their job was simple; they were sent here by Gamond to do Merida’s nails. They need to clip, polish, and paint them dark green. "Flat, sharp, or round?" One of the maids asked, and Merida stared at her for a second as she was thinking.

"What are you talking about? Just clip them off." Merida lifted an eyebrow, and the maid shook her head. "Round is the normal way; we cut your nails to follow their natural roundness. For the flat cut, we cut them in a straight line, like that of a shovel. But for sharp, we’ll sharpen them into a single point like the claws of a beast."

Merida smiled. "Then normal it is." As she relaxed, the maids picked their files, and when they started working, they suddenly stopped. Merida’s nails were harder than the files, causing them to chip and fail.

"They are already too short for scissors, and the files can’t work..." One of the maids mumbled, "How do you usually cut them?"

Merida shrugged. "I don’t. They naturally get shorter as I fight with my bare hands, like a horse’s or a cow’s hoofs. So ever since I became a demon lord, I never needed to care about them."

One of the maids stood and gave Merida a bow. "If you excuse me, I’ll go bring Lady Gamond’s clippers."

As the maid left, two more maids stood behind Merida to brush her hair, and they, too, had a huge problem. Her hair was so silky smooth that merely touching it cut their hands. Their brushes got destroyed right on contact, and they could barely believe their eyes.

"How did you even brush her hair before?" The maid asked, looking back at Merida’s personal servants, and they pointed her toward the nightstand where Merida’s personal brush was stored. It was a comb made of the hardened demonic wood of the fungal tree in her layer, and it was even enchanted by magic so that it would not get cut.

The maids picked up the comb and started carefully working on Merida’s hair, as any wrong move could cause them to lose a finger. Healing magic existed, but none of them wanted to go through that pain. It seems that the majority of Arad’s wives were far too powerful to be tended to by normal people, to the point that the maids almost felt useless.

Even something that should as simple as easy as brushing Merida’s hair had become an impossible task. At this point, they didn’t need power and strength to survive battle, but just to be able to serve naturally. Merlin and Gamond were slowly training them, but none of the maids could match the queen’s growth speed.

But out of all the Queens, Merida could be the one with the most talent out of them all. As when she was only a kid, she ran away from home and participated in the swordsmanship tournament of Whitehold, and won. That’s why she was called the Blade of Whitehold, and why many people knew her for her sword rather than other qualities.

"It’s going to be a fun day, won’t it?" One of the maids tried to talk to Merida as she looked to be bored, and got a sigh. "A fun day... I don’t think so."

"It’s your crowning ceremony; you’ll be marching in front of all the people, and your name and face will be immortalized in the empire’s records. Today is the day you become known as a queen."

She looked at the maid for a second and smiled. "You know I don’t like being a queen. I would’ve much preferred that if we and Arad remained as normal people. That way I won’t have to worry about anything."

The maids giggled. They all knew that even though Merida looked scary, acted violently, and was probably one of the most terrifying of Arad’s wives... she was, in fact, just a horny maiden who had nothing in her skull but love and bedtime.

"The day would end quickly, and you can go to His Majesty." Hearing the maid, Merida smiled. "I can’t wait... I want him to mess me up until I pass out."