Dragon King's Harem Chapter 313. A Letter From The Lizard King III

  "Thank you, Your Majesty," Al expressed his gratitude. "But for this one, please just think for yourself and Draconis first. We already know how the end of this will be after all," he cautioned.

  I took in Al's words. His gratitude was heartfelt, but there was an underlying plea for a measured approach.

  "It's a shame that I couldn't use this incident to help you get revenge," I admitted with a touch of regret in my tone. While the current incident provided a chance to address the lizard tribe's transgressions, the complexity of the political ndscape constrained the avenues for direct retaliation.

  Al's response was a reassuring smile. “It's fine. Just take me this time. I want to see his face turn pale when he realizes that he was wrong,” he decred, a glint of anticipation in his eyes. The pyful smirk that adorned his face betrayed a sense of excitement.

  "Okay, just don't go crazy," I agreed with a wry smile, understanding Al's eagerness for justice. His quest for retribution was a personal matter, and while I sympathized, I also recognized the need for a measured approach.

  I turned to the prime minister. "I will trust the pace to you while we're gone. It shouldn't take long," I assured him, recognizing the need for someone reliable to hold down the fort in our absence.

  "With pleasure, Your Majesty," the prime minister replied, a polite bow accompanying his response. "Just make sure to ensure some paperwork is completed first. I just arranged them yesterday and made sure the important ones got your attention first," he reminded me.

  It made me press my lips. An internal groan echoed within me. 'Why remind me of paperwork when all I want to do is imagine the lizard king's panicked face?' I mented internally.

  The urge to scream bubbled within me. It seemed that this internal conflict was the very reason my desk appeared more cluttered than usual, the paperwork seemingly multiplying like breeding insects.

  Despite the internal chaos, I maintained my composure. A king had to project an air of authority. With a poker face, I concealed my internal objections. "Don't worry, I will handle it immediately," I reassured.

  Internally, I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the irony of the situation. Here I was, tasked with the responsibilities of a king, while my mind yearned for something else.

  The prime minister answered me with a bow.

  I leaned back in my chair. With a subtle nod, I motioned towards the door, my hand gesturing in a dismissive wave. "Alright, that's enough for now," I decred, signaling the end of our discussion.

  Eir, Al, and the prime minister exchanged knowing gnces. They rose from their seats.

  Before they exited, I added a final directive, "Order the servant to bring some food and drink for me. I need sustenance to navigate this paperwork," I stated with a huff.

  "Yes, Your Majesty," Eir responded with a nod, acknowledging the request. And with that, they left the room, leaving me alone with the mountain of paperwork and my contemptive thoughts.

  The door closed with a muted thud. Alone in the room, I cast a reluctant gnce at the stack of papers occupying the desk. It was a high pile.

  With a sigh, I reached for the topmost document. The paper crinkled slightly beneath my touch as I pulled it from the stack. A quick scan revealed it to be a request for port expansion.

  Moving on to the next document, my gaze fell upon trade agreements—a byrinthine network of negotiations and alliances.

  Another sigh escaped me.

  ‘Right… Time to work!’ I thought.

  >Read more than 106 chapter ahead of DKH + 2 weekly update

  My Patreon-page

  My ko-fi page

  My Discord