The dragon's harem

Chapter 992: Dad...Save me!



Yog was sitting at her desk, working on a magic crystal trying to modify it. A robotic maid stood behind her, gently massaging her shoulders. "How is Arad doing?" She asked the maid.

"Still alive. He'll soon leave Arthur's mansion and keep heading toward us." The maid replied, her neutral robotic voice crackling, suddenly stopping as she scanned for Arad, "Confirmed, he still didn't leave."

Yog looked up, "What time is it?" Hearing her words, the maid backed away a bit. The chair's legs turned into human feet and it walked with Yog to the middle of the room, morphing back into a normal chair.

"We're almost at noon." The maid replied and Yog shook her head, "I don't care about the normal time, I was talking about the timeline of the events." She smiled, "And it's about time." She flicked her fingers and the blank white wall before she shifted into a large screen. From it, she could see Gamond, the great white wyrm walking around Alina, making her way to Arad's house. She even managed to get past Sebas's senses, blending into the humans like a traveler.

"Look at her." Yog smiled, "Isn't it rare to see a motivated drakaina at her age? Most get cold and stop caring about such things."

The maid nodded, "Gamond is different, isn't she?" She approached the screen, "She isn't a normal great wyrm, is she?"

"I might've helped her once or twice in the past." Yog leaned back, "How long have you been working here?"

"Two hundred fifty-five years, six months, five days, six hours and four minutes...six seconds, seven, eight..." The maid counted and then stopped, "My working time keeps changing, listing it is pointless."

"Doesn't matter. What matters is that you weren't working here at Gamond's time." Yog stood and approached the robotic maid. "You know there are multiple worlds controlled by different gods across the overgod's universe, right?"

"I do, everyone does." The maid replied and Yog started floating to the screen, "Then look and watch, I'll show you the story of Gamond, the Ice Age. This had happened almost two thousand years ago."

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Two white dragons retreated to their nest in the icy peaks of the Arctic North Sea, far away from the prying eyes of monsters and humans alike. This was an important time in their life, they were having their first litter of eggs.

The mother had laid three healthy eggs, large, tough, and as cold as ice. The two parents looked at them soon-be wyrmlings with excited eyes. Most white dragons were savage, but they were a bit smarter than the rest and understood the importance of their achievement. For months the two parents took turns hunting and guarding the eggs, awaiting the promised day. White dragon eggs hatch in less than two years when the temperature is cold enough. An adult dragon alone was more than enough to provide the necessary conditions and everything seemed to be going well.

One day, as the two parents were in their lair, expecting the eggs to hatch soon, it could happen any day now, something happened. They detected an intruder, a lone human stumbling inside their lair.

The father looked out, the human was a little girl, she seemed to have fallen from the frozen mountain above and fallen into the cracks of the frozen wasteland. She is unconscious, probably from the impact. To the two dragons, she won't even fill half a bite, but to the coming wyrmling, she will be an amazing soft meal.

The dragon approached the little girl, stared at her for a second, and sighed. "A human kid..." He extended his claw and grabbed the little girl, flying out of the crack and threw her on the road.

As he returned to the nest, his wife was waiting. She too had sensed the intruder, "What did you find?"

"A human kid." He replied with a bored face, sitting beside the nest.

"Where is she now?" His wife lifted her head and he shook his head, "I threw her on the road, other humans would find her soon."

"She would've made a decent meal for the wyrmlings." The wife replied with a smile, looking at the eggs. "I'm glad you threw her away."

"Are you angry?" He asked with a worried face.

"No." She leaned closer to him, "I get it too. She's but a kid, a human's wyrmling. Let's await ours."

"Two days later, the eggs had started cracking, almost hatching." The two parents had already gathered enough food for the hatching wyrmlings, fresh kills of the softest of monsters, mainly seals and polar bears.

Suddenly, something exploded outside. The two parents stood in panic, sensing several tens of humans jumping into their lair. The father rushed out to fight, finding himself face to face with over fifty seasoned adventurers.

"That's the evil dragon! Another one should be inside, kill the vile spawns!" The humans were searching for the little girl before and saw him drop her on the road. Now they had come to kill the dragon.

A fight ensued. Thanks to their overwhelming numbers the adventurers some of them managed to run past him and reach his wife in the back. She stood guard above the eggs, fighting with all she had to protect them.

But there were just too many powerful adventurers, and the two parents could use their great magic with their now fragile eggs nearby. The fight didn't last long before the father got killed, his head slashed from his head as he took a hit instead of his wife.

The wife ended up stabbed by over fifteen spears, her whole body jolted by magic. She fell beside the eggs, seeing a fight jump in, and kicked one of them into pieces. The unhatched wyrmlin growled, dying seconds later.

As the mother slowly died of blood loss she saw the adventurers crack her eggs, one after another killing all the wyrmlings. But, when they kicked the last egg, the wyrmling rolled in panic, this was fully developed.

"We killed them dragons!" One adventurer laughed, "We're gonna be rich!"

Forced out of the shell the poor thing was in pain, terrified, and confused. The adventurer who kicked the egg jumped in and immediately stabbed the wyrmling with his sword, "Almost got away." He looked back with a grin on his face, "Say, how many women can I buy selling this one?"

Seeing her wyrmling still alive, the mother could feel her heart burning and the bloodless veins of her body crackled with magic. She threw her arm forward, pushing the adventurer away and covering the wyrmling in her claw.

As the other adventurers jumped to finish her off, she threw the wyrmling deep into the layer. The wyrmling looked back, seeing her bleeding mother's face as the adventurers jumped at her. Without understanding anything, the ice beneath her opened up and she fell into the depths of the earth.

"No one of our wyrmlings is alive around us." She said, walking past the adventures as they stabbed her. She reached forward and grabbed the claw of her beheaded husband. "We got nothing left to protect, dear..." Their bodies flashed with magic, exploding into a massive glacier that towered over the ravine their lair was in.

All the adventurers died frozen in ice alongside the two dragons, and that is where their story

ended.

The wyrmling rolled in the caves beneath the ground, finally landing on solid stone, and

dying of blood loss. The only thing flashing across her mind was the image of her dying mother, the humans killing her, and her beheaded father in the back. Even if she wanted to shake that horrid image out of her head, that was all the memories she had. Since the moment she was born a few minutes ago, that's carnage is the only thing she saw.

Her bleeding wound froze into ice as something seemed to tear inside her head. She pulled the sword with her jaw and crawled on the ground.

Four years later, the village beside the dragon's lair had developed a fair bit. The news of the

dragons being dead had given many humans peace of mind and they started surging to inhabit the area. Thanks to fishing and the ice crystal mine, life was thriving in the region.

But one night, a loud roar cracked the sky, a very young drakaina stood perched on the highest mountain beside the village, roaring at the top of her lungs. The villagers woke out of their sleep terrified, they looked outside and saw a massive avalanche ripping its way toward them.

Before they could evacuate, the snow drowned the whole village. The snow had snuffed all the torches, destroyed most of the houses, and only left the largest ones built of stone. The people panicked in the darkness, unable to even see their feet.

CRACK! The very young drakaina landed in the village, walking across the streets, killing anyone that moved or breathed. After she made it into the middle of the city, something drew her attention, a little girl in her mid-teens stuck beneath the rubble.

The young drakaina paused for a second, sniffing her father's magic on the little girl. It had been years, but she could be mistaken, a dragon's nose isn't something to be underestimated. Years after the incident the drakaina returned to her parents' lair and found their corpses frozen in ice and went on a journey to find the humans who killed them.

The drakaina pushed the rubble away with her claws, letting the little girl stand up. The girl looked at the drakaina for a few seconds, barely getting her shape under the moonlight. Noticing that the drakaina wasn't attacking, the little girl thanked her and turned to run back

to her parents.

The moment the little girl started running, the drakaina bent down and bit her foot, ripping it

off. The little girl screamed in pain, looking back in terror as she saw the drakaina munching

on her foot.

The drakaina ate the little girl's foot and watched her crawl away, following her across the

whole village.

Soon the girl's parents showed up, her father holding a massive pitchfork. He looked terrified

the moment he saw the drakaina creeping after his bleeding daughter who crawled on the ground, slowly making her way toward him. "Dad...save me..." She cried.

The little girl's mother held a burning torch and she rushed to her, "My dear! That's a

dragon!" She cried. "Mom...a monster..."

"It's small, one stab, and it'll be dead or run away." He pointed the pitchfork at the drakaina.

She was no larger than a bull, he could probably kill her.

The drakaina stared at them for a second and suddenly lunged forward, biting the father's head off. He felt dead and the mother cried in terror, hugging her little daughter. The drakaina looked at them with a curious gaze and picked the pitchfork with her front claws.

The drakaina swung at the mother, stabbing her legs. One stab after another, she kept puncturing her with holes. The little girl cried her lungs out, "MOOOM!"

But suddenly a voice came from behind. "MOM...A monSTER..." The daughter froze in place

with fear and the dying mother looked up. The drakaina was the one speaking, "Save me... DAd...Dad...sAave meeee..."

The drakaina then started giggling, "We...killed them...dragons...gonna...be rich..." She started eating the still-alive mother, "Say... how many women can I buy selling this one?" The drakaina pinched the girl with her claws.

That night, not a single villager survived, all of them were eaten by the drakaina. The only

thing found was the little girl's head frozen in ice. On that grim day, a monster was released

upon the world.

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Yog looked at her maid, "The humans sent adventurers to kill her, but she killed them. The

kingdom tried slaying her, but she killed them as well. One after another, everything that came to slay her ended up frozen in ice." She flew back to her chair with a passive face.

"She destroyed the kingdom she was in, eating everyone that lived there. The whole world banded together to slay this rampaging dragon and sent only the best of the best adventurers, but they all got killed." Yog smiled, "They gave her the nickname Gamond. In that world's language, the word Ga meant frostbite and Mond is translated into the world."

"The world freezer?" The maid said but Yog shook her head, "Frostbite is the flesh that died

due to the cold. She's the one who kills the world by freezing it. After three hundred years of constant fighting between the Gamond and the inhabitants of her world, the god ruling that world finally came down to save his people. He banded together with the dragons of that world, summoned angels, and called on powerful devils from the nine hells." "Gamond died and Isbert picked her soul and turned her into a dragon maid." The maid

looked at the screen, "She was dealt a bad hand, I doubt she could even speak draconic. No one was there to teach her."

"You're wrong." A large smile crossed Yog's face. "She violated them all, everyone died, and she ate them alive one after another. The god, his overpowered army, and everyone he called for help. They all died the moment Gamond opened her elemental expansion and froze the

whole world."

"How could she kill a god!" The maid would've gasped if she wasn't a robot. "As powerful as she could get, she's still a mortal."

Yog conjured a pen and started playing with it in her hand, "Gamond killed all life in her

world, she was the last living being left on that wasteland she created. Isbert was sent to

check the world after it was all done." Yog giggled, "Of course, Gamond fought back. But as you expect, she lost to Isbert."

She pointed the pen at the screen and a recording of that time started playing. Isbert beat the

living hell out of Gamond, brought her close to death, and dragged her back into her world. As

one expect, Gamond was a wild beast at the time, acting more like a beast thirsty for blood.

Tiamat had forced Gamond into a human form as Isbert asked for it, and the drakaina found herself sitting on the ground, looking at Isbert who sat on her throne. Isbert took her shoes off and threw Gamond a nail clipper.

Of course, Gamond didn't listen so she was beaten by Isbert over and over until she learned

how to be obedient. She then was taught by Isbert and the maids there how to write and speak, how to use magic, and how to live a decent life, unlike the wild animal she was before. Yog flipped the image back to Gamond who was walking around Arad's house, "Now that monster is horny and her instincts are dead-fixed on Arad." "That's bad...we must make sure she never finds him." The maid said and Yog giggled.

As Gamond walked around, Yog appeared beside her, "Gamond, it's been a while."

Gamond slowly turned back and looked at her, "Yog? We aren't in the throne room so I don't need to bow?"

"Yeah, no need for formalities here." Yog waved her hand and approached Gamond, "I need your help with something."

"Fuck off, I'm busy." Gamond growled and turned around to keep searching for Arad.

"I'm training Arad and I want you to fight him." The moment Yog spoke Gamond turned back

with a shocked face. "You serious?"

"As long as you do what I say, you can have your way with him for all I care. So what, are you in?" An evil grin flashed across Yog's face.

"What should I do?" Gamond was in and Yog took her back with her.

Gamond and Yog appeared back in her tower. "Arad would have to come here soon enough. I

want you to act as the final boss. I have limited his powers so I'll limit you as well." "That isn't how dragons should fight." Gamond growled at her.

"I know, after the final fight I'll teleport with him into an empty world so you two can kick it

off."

After thinking about it for a while Gamond agreed and word traveled quickly through Yog's world. An evil being is trying to freeze the world and the hero Arad and his party must stop her. She had set base in the lower layers of Yog's tower.