Demonic Dragon: Harem System-Chapter 513: Two problems

Chapter 513: Two problems

The clouds parted like veils around the colossal form crossing the skies. Strax, in his serpentine draconic form, tore through the firmament with fluid, elegant movements, like a god slithering through the wind. His scaled body shimmered in shades of black, silver, and ruby under the pale afternoon light, reflecting the icy glow of the sun over Vorah.

On his back, in a leather saddle encrusted with runes, were Cristine and Yennifer. The former stood firm, even with the wind whipping her cloak, her golden eyes fixed on the approaching city. Vorah seemed darker than she remembered. The streets below were rivers of fog and smoke. Restlessness hung in the air like an unbroken spell.

Yennifer, sitting with one leg bent and the other stretched out, rested her chin on her palm, her lazy gaze watching the horizon.

“Of all forms of transportation, this is definitely the most dramatic,” she said, in an almost provocative tone of boredom.

“Dramatic or not, it’s fast,” Cristine replied, without even turning her face.

Strax let out a low roar, as if laughing inside. His body began to spiral gracefully down over the grounds of the mansion. Vorah welcomed them like ghosts returning from exile.

The property loomed closer: tall, imposing. Strax’s mansion was a stark contrast to the decaying buildings around it, his home left untouched despite the dust during the dragon attack.

With a flap of his wings that caused a storm of leaves and dust, Strax landed in the front garden, his claws digging into the soft earth. The wilted flowers and twisted bushes shook with the impact. Cristine jumped first, landing with feline lightness. Yennifer followed close behind, sliding down the dragon’s flank with an almost lazy grace.

Strax shrank, and with a dark glow, his colossal form began to retract until it gave way to a human figure: tall, pale, eyes like embers in ashes.

The front door opened with a soft creak.

Monica appeared in the doorway, wearing her usual impeccable uniform: black dress with white apron, starched collar, neutral expression. Her eyes quickly scanned the three, lingering a second longer on Strax’s partially retracted wings, as if taking mental note of something.

“Welcome back,” Monica said with an impeccable curtsy. Her every gesture was measured with almost ceremonial precision, as if etiquette itself were ingrained in her bones. The black dress with white details moved with her, structured, austere—almost out of place in the face of the chaos that was approaching with their arrival.

Strax advanced with calm steps, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smile that was half amused, half provocative.

“You still insist on that maid’s uniform,” he commented, stopping in front of her, his voice laden with playful affection. “As far as I remember…” He pulled her gently by the waist and kissed her with the familiarity of someone who belongs. “You are my wife, Monica.”

She blushed instantly, her eyes lowering reflexively, her cheeks tinged with a subtle blush that contrasted with her usual cold and unruffled demeanor. freeweɓnovel-cøm

“I like to dress like this,” she replied, her voice barely audible. “It’s practical… and it helps me stay focused.”

Strax let out a low, drawn-out laugh before sliding his fingers down the side of her face.

“Of course you do. You’ve always been more disciplined than all of us put together.”

Yennifer, behind them, raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms with a blasé air.

“It’s a little strange… marrying your maid and still letting her act like one. But honestly, considering what I’ve seen in this group, it doesn’t even make the top ten list of weird things.”

Cristine just walked past them, impassive, as if the exchange of affection didn’t even exist — or as if she was already too used to that scene to waste time reacting. She climbed the steps of the main entrance with calm steps.

Monica, now composed, lightly adjusted her collar and bowed again, her eyes gaining a discreet but meaningful gleam.

“We have two problems, dear,” she said, her voice low and firm.

Strax let out a heavy sigh, already anticipating that his brief peace had come to an end. He ran his hand through his hair and replied with resigned sarcasm:

“Tell me it wasn’t another dragon attack. I have no patience to deal with more dragons.”

Monica shook her head slightly, without losing her composure. “No, that’s not it this time. It’s… familiar.”

That caught his attention. Strax raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms, his gaze becoming more attentive.

“Go on.”

Monica took a deep breath, as if each word carried more weight than it appeared to.

“We received a bird a few hours ago. It came straight from the fortress of the Grand Duchy of Blazer… It was sent by Stella Blazer.”

Cristine, who until then had been watching silently, suddenly stopped two steps from the entrance. Her eyes flashed intensely. “Stella? Isn’t that Samira’s sister?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

Monica nodded. “She’s coming to Vorah. Apparently, she left shortly after receiving news from Samira. The message was clear: she intends to meet her… in person.”

Strax narrowed his eyes. “So she finally remembered she has a younger sister.”

“Yes… it’s a little complicated… Samira isn’t very confident about finding her sister,” said Monica. “It’s going to be tricky to deal with…”

Cristine stared at the floor for a moment, processing the news. “This is going to be a problem, Stella doesn’t have a very good reputation…” she muttered.

“A problem with red hair and fire in her eyes,” added Yennifer, appearing behind them with a lazy yawn, still wrapped in her thin cloak. “The cute sister or the dangerous sister?”

Strax ignored the provocation and turned back to Monica. “That’s the first problem. What’s the second?”

She hesitated for a brief moment, long enough for the silence to grow heavy around them.

“Her brothers,” she said at last. “Liam and Noah.”

Their names seemed to echo like a muffled thunderclap in the mansion’s entrance hall.

“They’re in the Al-Mirhaz Desert. And… they’re killing each other.”

Strax stood motionless for a moment, as if time had stopped around him. Yennifer even stopped laughing. Cristine slowly raised her eyes.

“What?” she murmured.

“They started a duel more than two days ago,” Monica explained, more tense now. “Information is still scarce, but it seems there has been no truce. They are locked in continuous combat. No one dares to approach them.”

Strax closed his eyes and ran a hand over his face, as if seeking patience in the shadows of his eyelids.

“Idiots,” he whispered with a smile… “HAHAHA MAY THEY BOTH FINALLY DIE HAHAHAHA.”

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