The dragon's harem

Arad looked at Zul, “What do you say?”

“I’m not becoming a dracolich, I rather die.” She looked back at him. “I didn’t even have a chance to live my life. How could I tread the undeath.”

“She’s right.” Eris looked at Arad, “Turning into an undead like a lich would prevent her from mating, eating food, and caring about wealth. She’ll become an emotionless monster that seeks magic and power.”

“[Arad can fix one of that before she transforms.]” Doma stared at them with a grin and everyone glared at her. “No!” They growled, including Zul.

“I’m trying to get my void to only erase it. It’ll take some time as I’m not old enough to do it, and I lack knowledge about the internal workings of a dragon’s body so I have to make it perfect. I say a few days are enough time.” Arad turned toward Lydia, “She’ll survive that long, won’t she?”

“I’d say if she lived this long, there is nothing that prevents her from surviving another week.” Lydia turned toward Zul. “Don’t exert yourself and call if anything changes. We’ll look for draconic healers while Arad works on his magic.” Lydia stood and turned toward Eris. “I doubt we’ll find books about draconic anatomy in the university’s library, but let’s give it a look.”

Sara turned toward Betty, “You’re the chairman. Do the libraries have anything that could help?”

Betty shook her head, “I don’t know. I may be the chairman, but how in the hell would I know that? Ask the librarian there, or search the whole thing, it should be organized by letters.”

“It should?” Aella stared at her, “It’s organized, right?”

“It’s been a decade or two since I went there, I’m not sure the librarian there is still the same.” [=w=]

“Arad,” Merida approached him. “If you’re focusing on your void, can you still fight?”

“I won’t be able to use magic, but I can fight physically.” He nodded.

“I wanted to ask you to join our training tomorrow…”

Merida had joined a class specialized in studying martial arts, specifically weapon arts. They take ancient manuals and scrolls to learn about various stances, weapons, and ways of fighting. They usually practice with each other or the teacher responsible for them, but, Merida was having a problem. She wanted to test some dangerous techniques that even the teacher refused to test.

Aella turned toward them, “I heard she kept beating everyone to death, including her teacher. No one can keep up with her.”

Arad nodded, “Of course, I’ll come train with you.”

Merida looked at him with a happy face, “Thank you… I wish I’m not bothering you.”

“What about your class?” Mira stared at them.

“I’ll talk with Lucia,” Betty gave Arad and Merida a thumbs up. “Just don’t destroy the place.”

Arad nodded and looked at Zul, “Call if anything happens. Don’t wait like this time, you might end up dead for real.”

“I’ll try.” She sighed.

Arad stood, “You have enough food for a while. Don’t try to hunt; I’ll bring you what you need. I know dragons refuse to get help from others, but at least bear with it until you get healed.”

“I know.” She looked away.

Arad expanded his wings, “Is everyone ready to get back?”

Everyone nodded and he teleported them out.

Zul took a deep breath as she was left alone, laid down, and looked at the hydras’ corpses. She remembered the scales on Arad’s neck and back, the front claws, and the edges of his wings. “How is that thing a juvenile?” She could guess Arad’s age from his appearance, but both his size and magic didn’t match that.

****

When Arad and the girls returned to the university the sun had already sat. “I’m going back.” Arad waved his hand as he watched them walk toward the girl’s dorm. Tomorrow is going to be a tough day.

In the morning, Lucia stared at the class, and Arad was missing. She sighed, looking at the notice signed by Betty on her desk. Aron is to assist the martials class…

“As you might see, Aron has an assignment that he needs to finish today. Who of you would be lending him their notes?” She stared at them. If no one would do, she’d write everything for him.

“I’ll do it.” Matilda lifted her hand.

Anansi stared at her. “That beautiful handwriting of yours, or should I call it feetwriting? I doubt even chickens can write better.”

“Hey! What do you mean by that?” Matilda growled at her.

“I’m saying no one can read those scribbles of yours.” She growled back.

“I’ll do it.” Selina mumbled.

“Would you?” Lucia looked at her with a smile. “Then I’m counting on you.”

“Teacher!” Matilda gasped.

“Sorry, but I do agree with Anansi. I’ve told you several times to fix your handwriting.” She stared back at her and she sat back down. “Sorry, I’ll make it better.”

Anansi laughed at her and Lucia immediately gave her a deathly glare. “I don’t need to remind you too. Did you deal with it?”

“Yes…I’m fine today.” Anansi looked down with a red face. She isn’t used to controlling her webbing in this humanoid form yet, and so yesterday she failed to keep them in and filled her pants. There were just spider webs, but to keep her identity hidden, she lied to Lucia and told her it was something, and blamed it on stress.

****

Outside, Arad stood beside Merida’s teacher, a man called Edward Von Lumiric, a retired silver knight.

A silver knight is a rank in knighthood only topped by the royal guards, and despite his young age, Edward reached that rank and retired due to a severe injury to his knees, it was a damned arrow.

“Aron, I used to be an adventurer just like you, but then I took an arrow to the knee.” Edward said with a sad face. The silver knights’ main job was defending the cities against monsters by using tactics and siege weapons; they are the people you call when a giant monster shows outside the walls.

“I know that but…” Arad looked at the students’ training, “What are they doing?”

“Practice, they can’t handle weapons safely.” Edward replied. “I separated them into sparring partners based on level, class, and gender so they wouldn’t harm each other. I’ve also made sure they used wooden swords and arrows.”

“Will monsters care?” Arad looked at her.

“What important now is their safety.” Edward said with a smile.

“That’s stupid.” Arad looked back and saw Merida practicing on her own, swinging her blade at an imaginary opponent like she was shadowboxing.

Arad took his shirt off.

“What are you doing?” Edward gasped.

The girls in the arena stopped fighting and stared at him, gasping as their eyes fixated on his chest.

Arad took his shoes off, “I’m going to teach them first, then go to Merida.”

“Teach them what?” Edward stared at him, confused.

“Teach them how to fight, and how to survive.” Arad glared back at him with a deathly stare, he wasn’t joking.

“Stop there, this is a mock training, don’t take it seriously.” Edward exclaimed.

“I won’t kill them, but they’ll cry.” Arad approached the arena and pushed a cart full of sharp weapons toward the students.

As the cart fell, everyone stopped sparring due to the noise, seeing him walk in.

Thud! Arad stepped into the ring; everyone could feel him, a heavy and oppressing aura as his eyes glared at them.

“Use those to kill me. I’ll hang anyone that faints outside, naked.” One of the students gasped, “What are you…” Before he could finish, Arad rushed in and punched him in the guts, sending him rolling toward the weapons.

As the student stopped rolling, “Pick a weapon. I’m a monster that’s here to kill you, come at me, fight teeth and nails, cling to life, and don’t dare give up. A fight is never painless.”

“What…” Crack! Arad kicked him again the moment he started to argue and sent him rolling away.

“Kill the fucker!” The guys growled, picked weapons, and charged toward Arad as the girls watched. Some of them get excited, and some only marvel at the beauty of… Arad glared at them with a passive face and glowing eyes.

“He isn’t coming for us… is he?” A girl gasped, and he charged toward them.

“Aron doesn’t care.” Merida said in the back, “You get beaten to a pulp if you don’t move.”

CLACK! Arad charged in, smacking half of them into the air like a truck. Some of the girls rolled, some started crying and some got knocked out cold.

As Arad turned to keep beating them up, one caught his wrist and swung a dagger at his eye. He dodged the attack and kicked her away. She stopped herself by doing several flips and landed beside the weapon pile, picked a halberd, and stared at him.

“You don’t know how to treat the ladies, do you?” She growled.

“I’m a monster. A bear won’t wait for you to cry, come at me.” Arad lunged at her with a fist.

She swung the halberd at his neck, but he dodged and swung a kick at her.

CLANG! She blocked the kick with a halberd, surprised at the sound it made. Arad’s kicks didn’t seem normal; he’d break their bones if they got a direct hit.

“What are you all doing?” She screamed at the other girls. “You’re fighters, rangers, swordswomen, and archers, come to fight and stop crying about it.”

All the girls charged in as the guys did. In a few minutes, Arad picked a fight with the whole martial class and was winning.

CLING! A flashing blade came out of nowhere toward Arad’s face. CLANG! Arad bites the sword, seeing it’s the teacher going for the kill. “Messing with my class like this!” He growled.

“Want to play?” Arad mumbled with the sword between his teeth and then swung a fist at the teacher’s wrist.

Edward tried to pull his sword, but couldn’t as Arad’s jaw refused to let go. He was forced to abandon his blade.

Arad lifted his hand, waving it ahead of them as if showing them his rings, “It’s a free experience for everyone, come take it. And hurry so I can go train with my wife.”

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