The dragon's harem

Ginger looked at Jasmine and Cerilla, “Alcott’s level had reached a peak of… 892, all of his levels were pushed into the fighter’s class.”

Thud! Alcott landed behind them; he took a step forward and cracked his neck, “Finally got some exercises in; albeit wasted some money on those shells.”

Cerilla and Jasmine could feel a shiver run down their spines, whatever monster they saw in their lives, it didn’t compare to this overly muscular man. They’ve heard all the ridiculous tales of Alcott’s adventure, but most seemed too stupid to believe. But now that they see him in front of them, it’s all clear.

“Trying to kill my son; fine, it’s war then. For decades I thought that I was impotent…but now that I seem to have one…” Alcott growled as he walked toward Ginger with all the dragons dead behind him in the hills.

Despite Alcott going around with women everywhere, he never had a child. This made him convinced that he couldn’t have children. He did seek alchemists and healers in the past, but all told him that he wasn’t impotent, they suggested that probably his partner was impotent.

That didn’t make sense to Alcott, he wasn’t sleeping with one woman; he was going around with several since he was a young adventurer. They can’t all be the impotent ones. The problem was clearly within him.

This was also the reason he’s still a bit skeptical about Arad being his son.

“You killed them all?” Ginger approached him.

“No, a copper dragon managed to escape. He made a run for it the moment he saw me over the mountain. Smart one, he made a wise choice.” Alcott smiled, “I doubt I can go near Arad, but if those dragons have some kind of plan, shattering it should be fun.” He giggled.

“No wonder you’re Arad’s father…” Jasmine sighed.

“You’re right, it’s clear.” Cerilla agreed with her.

“What?” Both Alcott and Ginger stared at them with puzzled faces.

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“This massacre.” Jasmine pointed at the bloodbath behind Alcott, “It’s something we can only expect from someone like Arad. It makes sense if you’re his father.”

“No, Jasmine.” Cerilla shook her head, “It’s probably the reverse. Arad’s strength now makes sense, if this monster is his father.”

“Wait, did you just call me a monster?!” Alcott gasped.

“Yeah…I’ve never seen a human able to do this. You might not even be a monster; you’re a creature, with all of those bloods and curses in you.” Cerilla couldn’t wrap her head around how is Alcott’s body able to handle being a vampire, werewolf, werebear, and several more lycanthropy curses alongside a zombie and much more.

“By the way, Alcott…how is your level now?” Ginger approached him. His body has recovered so he’s in the middle of leveling back to his original power, but should still be a long way off.

“273, I still have a lot left.” Alcott replied he wasn’t even at a quarter of his full power. “Wait a second! How in the hell could you do that only at level 273?!” Cerilla gasped. “Level 273 is quite high, isn’t it?” Alcott replied with a puzzled face.

“Not high enough to kill great wyrms. It’s impossible no matter how you look at it.” Jasmine joined her.

“With enough know-how, it’s possible, easy even. I also have my curses as buffs.” Alcott started walking, “Let’s hurry, we need to find what those dragons are doing. We can’t let them kill Arad.”

“Wait! We need to stop the kingdoms first. Let’s go to the border before we do anything else.” Cerilla added.

“Cerilla is right. Arad should be able to defend himself. We’re in this problem since no one can reach let alone start a fight, he’s safe for now.” Ginger approached Alcott, “We must hurry.”

As the girls approached the border of the next kingdom, they were once again stopped by the border patrol. “Good day to you travelers.” The knight approached the carriage and stood five meters away from it. “All travels into the kingdoms are currently suspended. They should open back in a few days; do you have a place to wait?” He asked with a formal tone.

Eris and Merida were about to snap, but Isdis stopped them. “Wait, we should listen to him.” She looked out of the window.

“That’s sad to hear, we’ve made it all the way here from Ruris. Is there something happening here, or is that classified?” She smiled.

“The royal family gathered an army to fight a dangerous monster that spawned in the desert, but some nobles argued against it. We’re at the doors of a civil war, and it’s not looking good.” He sighed.

“That should be classified information, right?” Isdis stared at him with a puzzled face.

“We’re tired…if another kingdom were to invade, at least our leaders might be able to get along to fight. This civil war is about to rip the land apart, we’re almost having a new one each decade.” He shook his head, “Different reason, but all wars that don’t benefit anyone besides the nobles and royal family.”

“If you’re a knight, you know your head will roll if anyone in the royal family heard what you said.” Isdis glared at him.

“Then let it roll. My father got drafted in the latest civil war and died, and on top of that, my village got plundered and destroyed. I’m done with it, and so are most of the knights.” He waved his hand. “So, if you know what’s best for you, leave and only return when things calm down a bit.”

“You aren’t going to try and stop us?” Isdis asked with a serious face. “Even if we’re going to cause trouble for the kingdom?”

The knight looked back at her, “What a weird monkey…” he scratched his head, “I’ve never seen such animals before he walked away, ignoring them.”

Eris was about to lung out and kill him, but Isdis stopped her. “This is the best outcome.” Isdis smiled, “Go,” She asked Tempo to keep driving into the kingdom.

“Why did you let him…”

“He was saying that he saw nothing but animals in the forest. He’s ignoring our presence even if we’re to cause trouble.”

As the carriages went into the kingdom, the knight walked into the forest and pulled a pipe. He lighted it and took a deep sip, “Ahhh! Really strange monkeys…” He looked at the corpse of another dead knight. In his hand was a paper holding a report about the desert monster. It says that he might be Uranus. And also that his wives are coming to the kingdom.

“Guess you get a lot of hot ones when you can blow a whole kingdom.” He giggled, “Uranus’s wives, I hope this will be the end of all the suffering.”

“What a sweet…nice…stench…” Pin appeared standing on a tree branch above him. “He died with for a horrid crime…Doing his job well.”

The knight rapidly turned around and unsheathed his sword. “What are you? Monster!”

“Murder is good, it’s art…” Pin giggled, “You saw that lady, the one with brown hair and red eyes…” She waved her deformed hands.

The knight immediately remembered Eris’s face, he just saw her in the carriage, but her image seemed to stay engraved into his mind as clear as day.

“I’ve seen her, but she has nothing to do with us. What are you?” The knight got ready to

attack.

“My lady doesn’t seek to grow her influence…but I, Pin, shall take that task as her messenger, I’ll make sure her sweet, sweet name is known through the mortal world.” She pointed at the knight, “Murder can get you what you want… If this kingdom doesn’t fit your ideal, then kill and kill until it’s fixed. Clean the rot to pave the path for a new order.”

“What insanity are you spitting?”

“Murder, I shall grant you the power of murder. Spread the lady’s name, kill in her name, call her name with every breath, and praise her divinity with your soul.” Pin smiled as a spark of divine magic flew from her fingertip into the knight, jolting him to the bones.

He fell on the ground, growling in pain as his veins bulged and his eyes flashed with a golden

spark.

“It’s your fate; you’re the only one who can save this kingdom.” Pin lifted her hands to the sky, “Killing wins wars, killing brings justice, killing is how humans advance. Just like how those nobles and royalty are killing each other to further their goals, you shall use their weapon against them.”

The knight groaned and rolled on his back, his armor smoking from the jolt. “What…did you do to me… monster!” He growled.

“I’ve granted you the power of murder. A pure, divine, and pristine power unlike none else. Can you feel it, the light flashing through your blade?” Pin pointed at the knight’s sword that

sparked with divine magic.

“It can’t be.” He gasped.

“Lady Eris, our goddess of murder. Praise her name, holy knight of murder. Spend your mortal life to spread her name, and murder shall grant your wishes…” Pin disappeared into black

mist.

Eris sighed inside the carriage.

“What is it?” Aella looked at her.

“Nothing…I’ve just felt a sudden wave of exhaustion…probably because we’ve been sitting for

a long time.” She stretched. Eris had no idea of what Pin was doing.