The dragon's harem

Arad jumped from the building, sliding at the wall and holding onto a cloth straight to slow his fall, finally landing inside a pile of trash. He jumped out, pushing the bags and wood with his massive shoulders, carving his way into the thick crowd.

The inquisitor noticed his action and alerted two of her guards to keep an eye on him. He might be one of the witch’s minions. “Don’t kill him, he might be controlled by a curse.” She looked at the witch, “Release him at once.”

The witch spat on her face, “Fuck off! And do you think I can do anything with those on?” And growled, shaking her chained hands. Those shackles were specially made to block all types of magic. With them on, she can’t neither sense nor affect mana.

The inquisitor wiped the spit off her face, “Matter not. He’ll be free once your head rolls.” She pointed at the guillotine, “Cut her head off.” As the knights started dragging the witch, she growled at the inquisitor.

“So this is how you act bitch, not giving me a final word? Should’ve known you sons of whores are no better than us.” The two knights holding her stopped and looked at the inquisitor.

The inquisitor looked at her knight, the people watching, and back at the witch. The large man might be a threat, but…

“Law is law…give her a moment to speak. We’ll cut her head after.” The inquisitor walked to the front and looked toward Arad who was pushing his way through the thick crowd. If he came and the guards couldn’t catch him, she’d catch him.

“But…” One of her knights… “…Do we have to?” He two had seen the large man approaching. They should kill her as soon as possible to avoid trouble.

“It’s her right.” The inquisitor signaled to him with her head to take the witch to the stand first. “Give it to her.”

The knights guided the witch toward the stand with sore faces, and she looked back at them with a smug smile.

Her gaze soon shifted toward the crowd, “Welcome to my execution sons of bitches! Remember the day you burned my hut?” the lower half of her robe started getting tainted. The knights stared at her with a confused face, she was pissing herself, is she that afraid of death.

The witch flicked her leg, splashing the people closest to her. “Get pissed on!” She shouted at them.

One of the knights grunted, his face burning red. With a stomp, he lunged at the witch, his clenched iron fist calling her face. Thud! The inquisitor caught his wrist, “Don’t…she’ll die soon.”

The witch smiled, swinging her foot again and this time splashing the inquisitor. “Why don’t you fight?” The witch glared at her with a smile and splashed her a second time. “Come on, get angry.”

“Your petty taunts are beneath me.” She pointed at the guillotine. “She got her right, now give the people theirs. Her blood must flow.”

The knights dragged the witch and tied her to the guillotine’s stand, putting her head in place. She stared at the people with a smile.

“HALT!” A knight’s voice boomed and everyone’s attention was pulled to the front. The inquisitor looked and it was Arad finally coming through the crowd. The two knights she sent stood before him, but he didn’t seem to slow down.

“Hmmmmm.” She grunted, her eyebrows crossing as she gave Arad a sharp glare, watching from her stand.

“I said, Halt!” The knight threw his hand at Arad, trying to restrain him.

Arad grabbed the knight by the wrist and pushed him on the chest, throwing his leg behind his ankle to trip him. As the first knight fell, the second one pulled his sword and swung at Arad.

Arad dodged the swing by docking beneath it and swung his palm, slapping the knight’s chin hard enough to knock him cold. The clap boomed across the plaza and some of the women standing around screamed. Only the sound of the heavily armored knights falling to the ground echoed after, followed by a roar from the inquisitor.

“Restrain him!” She pointed at Arad with one finger, and five guards rushed toward him, jumping from the stage with their weapons drawn.

The first knight charged forward, swinging his sword straight at Arad’s neck. It was clear, that those knights were far well trained than the guards at Alina. But they didn’t match either Alcott or Kayden in their skill with the sword.

Arad swung his fist; a right hook turned into an uppercut aimed straight at the flat edge of the sword, shattering it in half. No matter the world, people went for the neck first and horizontal swings were all the same. Predicting such a move and countering it was far too simple.

With a quick move, Arad dispatched the confused knight by kicking him away into the crowd. Quickly switching his attention to the guillotine. The knight who is supposed to drop the guillotine is now confused, awaiting the inquisitor’s direct order.

Arad didn’t have time so he charged at the knights, grabbed one by the head, and knocked the sword out of his hips before he could even draw it. Another knight swung at Arad, but Arad used the knight he caught as a shield, deflecting the blade with his heavy armor and then kicked him, knocking two knights with one move.

The other two knights looked at each other, something was off about this man, he was too huge and swords didn’t scare him. In fact, they can’t even see his face thanks to the camouflage cloak.

One of them dropped his sword, lifting his hands up, and slowly backed away, “Only royals, rich nobles, and high officials have access to those cloaks, I’m staying out of this.”

The last remaining knight growled, looking at his friend as if betrayed. “You…Damn it.” He charged at Arad, immediately getting disarmed with a kick and then slapped to the chin, and dropped on the hard cold ground.

The people gasped, shocked and terrified. They backed rapidly backed away, keeping at least five meters away from Arad as he approached the stage.

The inquisitor jumped down and pulled her sword. The men cheered at her, and the women ululated, showering her with roses and flowers.

“Let the witch die, her curse plaguing you would soon fade away.” The inquisitor said, her eyes glaring at Arad with a burning will. Her eyes shifted back, all of her knights were still alive, growling in pain, but none of them was fatally wounded.

“Move, I need her.” Arad said, looking at the witch.

“No you don’t need her, the world doesn’t need her.” The inquisitor catwalked toward Arad, flailing her sword. Her moves looked theatrical, showy, and unnecessary, but to Arad, they were the bane of his current existence. He couldn’t predict her moves now that she wasn’t taking any stance or showing an intent to attack.

The inquisitor was well aware of Arad’s skills, she saw him knock her knights. To avoid getting countered, she decided to spice up her moves a bit, make sure he understood nothing of what she was doing.

She suddenly burst toward Arad, thrusting her sword. He barely managed to dodge, still getting slashed across the torso. “Still dodged that?” She backed away and started moonwalking around him. Arad blinked and found twenty clones of the inquisitor surrounding him, all walking backward and flailing their swords.

Arad couldn’t tell what is real and what is an illusion. His void eyes would’ve been really helpful now, but sadly he lacks them. In what short time he has before getting attacked, Arad decided to try his luck with a skill.

He stood still and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. The people watched as though he had given up, but the inquisitor realized that he was gambling.

All of the twenty clones of the inquisitor attacked at once, swinging their swords. Arad was trying to sense mana and quickly decided that the one to his right was the real inquisitor. Before he could turn toward her, a voice whispered in his ear. “Behind you.” The fairy spoke.

He ignored his instincts and turned back, swinging his palms down, and caught the blade coming at his back. His guess was wrong, but the fairy was right. He had caught the real

inquisitor.

“Didn’t take the bait?” She glared at him, confused yet unsurprised.

Before Arad could do anything, she swung her foot up, crushing his ground with her steel boots. As Arad’s hands dropped her sword, she swung a right hook right at his chin, knocking

him to the ground.

“Got skill, but I’m still faster than you.” She grabbed him by the hair, dragging him toward the stage, She glared at him, “I don’t sense the witch’s curse on you, so you aren’t controlled by her. Interrupting an execution is punished by death.”

She then looked at the people, “I’ll cut your head after her.” The people cheered her, thrilled that they’d see a second execution.

The witch giggled, “Why not just kill him with your sword, it’ll be faster.”

“Like you, he has the right to explain himself before the people before getting his head

chopped by the guillotine.” She looked up at the stage, “Cut her head off, I’ll get this one tied

down.”

Arad’s eyes were closed, but his fingers slowly opened up.