The Dragon King’s Harem System
Chapter 360. Planning The Ambush IV

Dragon King's Harem Chapter 360. Planning The Ambush IV

He took off his monocle, the small gesture deliberate and casual. He cleaned it with a cloth, before starting to twirl it between his fingers. 

“I can move like smoke," he said nonchalantly, the confidence in his voice unmistakable.

As he put the monocle back on, he looked at me with that same confident smile. 

“You know that, right?” he asked, his tone relaxed, almost as if we were discussing the weather.

I couldn’t help but feel a pang of frustration. As much as I hated to admit it, he was right. Al could indeed move quickly and almost imperceptibly, like smoke. It was a skill that had saved us more than once. 

I recalled how he had helped evacuate prisoners from a large factory in mere minutes, his swift movements making it seem as though he was everywhere at once.

He answered my silence with a winning smile, the kind that always seemed to suggest he had the upper hand. 

"I guess I am qualified to carry out this mission then," he said again, his voice dripping with confidence.

I unfolded my arms and clicked my tongue in annoyance. 

“Tch!” I said. "I guess I'll take you with me," I added, a hint of annoyance clear in my tone.

Al leaned closer and gave me his infuriating smirk. 

“That's funny, Your Majesty. I just need your portal skill. That's all. I don't think you need to step in to complete this mission,” he said confidently, his eyes gleaming with self-assuredness.

I gave him a flat stare, trying to convey just how little I appreciated his overconfidence. 

“Viperax is a king. If he catches you, he will kill you,” I reminded him. Viperax was known for his ruthlessness, especially when he was in a foul mood.

Al shrugged nonchalantly as if the threat of death were merely a minor inconvenience. 

“I’m aware of the risks, Your Majesty.” But I didn't expect Al's next reply. "If I'm caught, then I should die," he said without hesitation, his voice unwavering. 

“I'm not a dragon and I have problems with it. You can call me the dragon tribe's traitor and cast me away. My blood will not stain your hands. My death will not stain your reputation," he promised, his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my stomach churn.

I could see the determination etched on his face. He was truly ready to die for this mission, willing to lay down his life to see it through. The certainty in his voice left no room for doubt; he had accepted his fate, whatever it might be.

“Al!” I rebuked him harshly, my voice echoing in the tent. 

This was not what I wanted. The plan was to teach Viperax a lesson, not to sacrifice anyone—certainly not my soldiers, not Eir, and definitely not Al.

Al stood his ground, his expression unflinching. 

“I’m serious, Your Majesty. I’ve made peace with my past and my choices. If it comes to it, I’m ready to face the consequences.”

Instead, he kneeled on one knee and placed his hand on his chest, his eyes fixed on me with unwavering determination. 

“Let me take my revenge on him a bit, Your Majesty. Let me ease my anger," he continued, his voice still firm and resolute.

Without explaining further, I understood what he meant. Even though it wasn't Viperax who directly killed Al's family, it was Viperax who had convinced the Witch Tribe King to execute Al, leading to his exile. 

The flames of anger and retribution burned in his eyes, and I could see that this mission was not just about strategy for him—it was personal.

Al’s plea was not just a request; it was a demand borne of years of suppressed rage and anguish. 

His determination to confront Viperax, to make him pay even a little for the suffering he had caused, was something I could not ignore. I knew that allowing Al to participate in this mission was fraught with risks, not just for him but for all of us. Yet, the depth of his resolve made it clear that he would not back down.

Still, this was not an easy decision for me. If something were to happen to Al, the consequences would be dire. My mind raced with the potential outcomes, each one more troubling than the last. 

If Al were captured or killed, my restraint would be tested beyond its limits. The urge to retaliate, to unleash the full might of our forces on Viperax's convoy, would be overwhelming.

As if detecting my dilemma, Al spoke again. 

“What about this? I will carry out my mission, and you can send one of your creature spies to follow me. So if I do something stupid or whatever, you can pick me up or do whatever you want,” he suggested, his tone calm but firm.

His proposal made me pause. 

The idea of having a safeguard, a way to monitor and intervene if necessary, added a layer of security that I hadn’t considered. It was a compromise that could address both my concerns and Al’s need for revenge.

I watched Al closely, his eyes still locked onto mine. He was offering a solution that could potentially satisfy both our needs. 

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