The Dragon King’s Harem System
Chapter 361. Don’t Sacrifice Your Life For Revenge!

Dragon King's Harem Chapter 361. Don’t Sacrifice Your Life For Revenge!

I clicked my tongue in annoyance once again and looked away, gritting my teeth. 

The decision weighed heavily on me. I didn't want to put Al's life in danger, but I had to admit, this was the best chance to settle what had happened in the past. 

At least, it would give him a little peace, a chance for revenge, and fulfill the real Argod's promise to him. Argod had promised Al that one day he would get a chance to avenge the wrongs done to him and to bear the punishment that had made him lose everything.

I returned my gaze to him once again, seeing the determination etched in his features. 

“Fine,” I said with a heavy heart. The word felt like a stone dropping into a well.

My mind raced through the considerations that had led to this reluctant decision. 

As a king, I couldn't take care of everything myself. 

Eir had a valid point about the importance of delegation and strategy. 

Al also had a significant point; he was only demanding what had been promised to him. 

Still, I could feel a lump stuck in my throat.

Al's eyes lit up with a fierce resolve. 

He nodded. 

This wasn't just about strategy; it was about trust and fulfilling a promise that had been hanging over us for far too long. Al bowed his head politely, his demeanor respectful yet resolute. "Thank you, Your Majesty," he said, his voice steady and sincere.

I couldn't help but frown. There was a bitterness to it, a reflection of the internal struggle I faced. 

“But promise me something…” I began, my voice heavy.

Al lifted his head, meeting my gaze once more. His eyes were full of questions and determination.

“Don’t act recklessly. Don’t sacrifice your life for revenge. Everything that has happened is in the past; let it stay in the past. The Witch Tribe may have abandoned you, but not me. And don’t make me do it,” I reminded him, my voice firm but tinged with an uncharacteristic vulnerability.

These were serious and bitter words that came out of my mouth. 

But I needed Al to understand the gravity of his actions, to realize that his life held value beyond his quest for vengeance. I didn’t want to lose him, not to Viperax, and certainly not to the ghosts of his past.

For a moment, Al was silent, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, a smile spread across his face. It was a relief, soft and genuine. 

"I promise, Your Majesty," he said in a soft voice.

I nodded.

Al stood up, his movements fluid and confident. “Take a rest, Your Majesty. I will discuss the route and everything with Eir. Just trust all this to me," he said, his voice calm and reassuring.

I wanted to argue, to insist on being involved, but I knew that I had to let go, at least for now. 

I sighed. Turning to Eir, I forced myself to nod. “I will leave this matter to both of you,” I said, my voice filled with reluctant acceptance.

Eir nodded back.

With a final glance at both of them, I turned and walked out of the tent. The desert air hit me as I stepped outside. 

Jyne followed me silently.

Once I got out of the tent, I couldn't help but pause and fall silent, raising my head to look at the sky. 

The day was clear, but what caught my attention were the Wyverns, who had been ordered by Eir to follow Viperax's convoy. They had returned and were circling near our camps, indicating that the convoy had passed the border we had set.

“Your Majesty,” Jyne's voice broke through my thoughts, grounding me. I felt her hand touch mine.

"Are you alright? You look very worried about Sir Almeric," she said softly.

I lowered my gaze and turned to her slowly. “I am,” I admitted, my voice heavy. 

“Al…” I started, letting out a huff of frustration and worry. 

“He indeed does not come from my tribe. He's a little antic and strange. But he has been my trusted aide for years, and I know I can rely on him,” I said, the words spilling out in a rush of emotion. 

“I don't want to lose him,” I added.

Jyne’s eyes searched mine, her expression thoughtful. 

"Is it really just because of that, Your Majesty?" she asked gently.

Her question made me pause, the implication sinking in. 

I sighed, feeling the lump in my throat grow. The truth was, I couldn’t bear the thought of losing Al, not just because of his skills or his role, but because of who he was as a person. He was family in all the ways that mattered.

She was right. It wasn’t just about Al’s loyalty or his role as my aide. There was more to it, something deeper that I hadn’t fully acknowledged. 

Al was a friend, someone who had stood by me. His unique perspective and unorthodox methods had often been a breath of fresh air, challenging me to think differently and pushing me to be a better leader.

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