The dragon's harem

Chapter 993: What Have You Done!?



"How could an evil being set base in the goddess's tower?" Mesharra looked at the letter with a confused face. Her glare quickly shifted to Mary, "Do you have an explanation? She won't be defeated that easily, would she?"

"I doubt it." Mary sighed, "I think the goddess herself brought that evil being. What was she called again? Gamond?"

"Yog must've brought her." Arad sighed in the back as he was lying on the bed, reading a black book with a fine leather cover. "That's goddess is a clown, she can't do anything without messing around."

"You just can't call a goddess a clown." Mary looked at him, a bit sad.

[We'll, I'm not a clown, but I'm a jester. And yes, I brought her. Gamond the pale death, she had already killed her whole world. A fate not far different from many of your fates.] A giggle boomed from Yog's voice and suddenly the four women in Arad's room could hear her as well. [Circumstances might differ, but you were but a hair strand close to turning against the whole world far too many times. Vorvadoss who attacked your wives, didn't you chase across the empty void and rip countless civilizations of abomination to shred? Didn't you burn Balony's whole hell layer for him almost harming Mira's mother? Didn't you eradicate all life from Alaric's layer and almost clean Sawless's layer?]

Arad listened in silence and the women around him couldn't understand a single word, who were those that the goddess was talking about.

[When the abominations made you dream of your wives getting killed, yes, do you remember the dream walkers? Didn't you burn the world to ash in that dream?]

"That was a dream, and the other two were a devil lord and a demon lord." Arad replied but Yog didn't seem too pleased with his reply.

[Don't get too optimistic, I know about you more than you know about yourself. You might look gentle and caring, a docile loving father and a husband. I too love seeing Mira drag you away by the ear, I love seeing you fool around losing a fight with Serin, but everyone knows, you know those are only because you're still calm and collected. Everyone has a snapping point, humans, demons, the gods, even you. An angry human doesn't have the potential to cause any real harm to the world, but you're a different monster.]

"What are you trying to say?" Arad growled.

[Gamond is you, she is what would've become out of you if you've lost hope in the world. Go and see how is the drakaina who killed her whole world, and see the monster you'll become if you can't control yourself.]

"You don't expect me to defeat a world-ending dragon in this body, do you?" Even Arad wasn't sure he could do it no matter how much magic he learned. A drakaina that killed her whole world, that sure didn't sound like something to be trifled with.

A lot of beings boast power and might, but very few have actually shown what they are capable of. If a whole world had challenged Gamond and ended up dead, Arad had no reason to think his nerfed self would do any better.

[Don't worry...I made sure to level the playing field. You should be able to face her but I won't say winning would be anything short of a miracle.] As Arad could hear a faint giggle in Yog he knew that her words were true. He's sure that whatever weakness she gave Gamond, it'll only turn the impossible into nearly impossible.

Moments before this conversation with Arad, Gamond had already set her base inside Yog's tower and was now sitting in her bedroom, brushing her hair. She looked out the window, admiring her long white hair, glowing blue eyes, pale skin, sharp face, and muscular body.

With each stroke, she could feel her fingers shaking. She had finally found Arad, finally a dragon that might be able to move her frozen heart. She stood and started walking toward the bath, her maid outfit dropping one peace after another until she reached the bathtub fully naked.

The bathtub magically filled with icy water and the walls clouded as the frigid coldness of Gamond's body consumed the air. She must get ready, after all the rumors she heard of Arad, and seeing the all-powerful goddess of magic helping him, she became certain, he might be the one she was looking for.

"I mustn't waste this opportunity, even if I am to lose, I must at least prove worthy of his blood." She lifted her foot and slowly submerged herself in the water, looking at the ceiling, "He's both a human and a dragon. Cleanse my body with icy water, and my soul with rippling frigid magic."

She must be on top of her game. Gamond had been thinking of what she might do when she meets an ideal mate for centuries. Among her endless plans, she had thought of facing someone like Arad who is half a human and half a dragon.

She knew Arad was a dragon so she must prove her strength. Coming at him with anything less than murderous violence would be an insult to his pride. No dragon would ever take a spineless drakaina.

Arad was also a human, and humans were known for their love for breasts and butts. Gamond looked at her human body, and she had plenty of those. Two massive mountains with pink peaks and a massive crack behind her that is large enough to dwarf the biggest ice ravine of her old world.

In her investigation, she had found that Arad is already married and heard how he reacts to his wives being threatened. While most would see that as a negative, nothing exited Gamond more than hearing that Arad is already married, and with multiple women nonetheless. "To get that many powerful women and keep them all living together under the same roof. His power must be out of this world." To her, Arad having multiple women beneath him only proved his power and strength and she couldn't wait to see what is keeping all those women at his side.

"His first wife was an elf, and the third is a half-elf..." She looked at her hands, inspecting her long blue nails, shifting them to claws. "Good hands..." She then looked at her pale feet, the sharp claws, and the muscular calves and thighs. "And nice legs....can't lose to those elves. Can't believe working as Isbert's nail clipper for centuries paid out like this."

She stood and got out of the path, walking back to her room. From the wardrobe, she picked a pair of underwear, slipped them on her body, and looked at her maid outfit. She won't need those for a while.

She picked the maid outfit and threw it in the washing pin, then went back to the wardrobe and pulled a pure white thin, tight one-piece dress decorated with countless diamonds and

glowing sapphires.

Gamond looked at her breasts, almost not fitting inside the dress, and then at her hips where the dress looked a bit loose. "Can't have that." She poked it with her finger and the fibers tightened, defining the curves of her body as if she were naked.

She wasn't messing around and would bring all of her cards to face Arad. She looked at her hands, wanting to wear long gloves but quickly changed her mind, her hand must remain

clearly visible to him.

Looking down, the dress had a slit that spanned from her hips down to her feet. It clearly showed her leg, but she can't go to Arad barefoot like this, but at the same time she didn't

want to cover her legs.

"Got just the right thing." As she lifted her right foot, a clear ice shoe with extremely long heels adorned her foot, and with another step, the other foot got its shoe. Now her legs and feet are clearly visible and she isn't barefoot like the rest of her barbaric race.

She approached the mirror and inspected herself. She looked great, but there was a problem with her hair. It was silky smooth and flowed with the wind, but that made it sometimes flap in front of her and cover her face, or....even her breasts.

She turned to the side and lifted her hair up..."Should I cut it? No...I need it long." She quickly found a solution, wrapping it above her head like a tomato and fixing it with countless golden hairpins and diamond jewelry.

After fixing her hair, Gamond spun before the mirror and looked a bit uncertain... "Mirror, Mirror of the shadow queen, tell me, what do I lack?" She herself in the mirror started walking

independently of her.

"It's been over a century since you asked me for advice." Gamond in the mirror looked with a

smug smile on her face.

"You better be helpful." Gamond growled, "I've granted the mother of all life the right to spark life in my dead world and you were my price. Speak."

"You don't really sound like you need help. You asked for something that could help you get a mate, so I was given to you. Want advice about your look?" The Gamond of the mirror

conjured an ice chair and sat on it.

"Arad Orion, I want to take him as a mate and we're to fight soon. I'm getting ready for that, what should I do?" Gamond asked with a serious face.

The Gamond of the mirror thought for a second, "Arad Orion, that's a hard one to appease. Did you talk to his wives?"

"Not yet." Gamond replied, "I'm planning to do that after our fight."

The Gamond of the mirror sighed, "It won't matter how you look or what you can do if his

wives don't approve of you. Aella has a soft heart so begging her for a bit might work, Mira would mostly agree if you gave her access to your black ice, Isdis wouldn't reject you as long as you provide profit for Arad's lands, and for Eris... woman is quite the hard head, you'll have

to play around her a bit."

"What do you mean by play?" Gamond looked a bit worried.

"She's half a dragon, challenge her to a fight, beat her halfway then stop and beg her to let you in and say that Arad needs more powerful people around him. Lose on purpose and she'll probably agree." The Gamond of the mirror smiled, "But...I don't think you called me now for

that, you want advice about your look, right?"

"What do you say?" Gamond nodded.

"The dress covers your back, it needs a large cut to show your back." The Gamond of the mirror walked out of the mirror and looked at Gamond. "Stand, I fix the dress." Gamond stood and her mirror self waved her fingers to magically change the dress. She

started by making it backless, making the opening big to the point that the start of Gamond's butt-crack showed up. She then turned Gamond around and looked at her, "Those two straps are unneeded." She waved her fingers and cut the two straps supporting the dress on

Gamond's shoulders.

"Since you aren't planning on getting out, I'll push the line as much as I can." Gamond was planning to stay in the tower and wait for Arad.

The clone cut the dress from Gamond's cleavage and almost to her groin, "This would show your beautiful abs, remember he's a dragon, and the signs of strength are quite attractive to

him."

With a single tap of her fingers, the dress got fixed to its form, only extending up from Gamond's sides to support her breasts. And for her legs, only one leg was covered while the other was completely exposed from the hips down.

"Your bra is in the way." She flicked the bra away, only leaving the dress to support Gamond's

breasts. "Now you look fine. No need to put on makeup, it'll throw him off. You're already beautiful without it." The clone backed away, staring at Gamond to figure out if she leaked

anything.

"I'm debating whether you should go no-panties or not...but I think keeping them is best." She gave Gamond a thumb up, "Now, send him the invitation."

Gamond cracked her neck and walked toward the balcony, "I can already smell him from here. Being locked into my humanoid form isn't enough to dull my senses."

She lifted her right arm up and a long ice spear emerged in her hand, sparkling with magic.

She took a stance, getting ready to throw it.

"Wait!" The clone stopped her, "He's a human now, don't hit him, and leave something for

him to know it's from you."

Gamond looked at the ice spear for a second and then licked it from the base to the tip.

"He isn't a dragon! Smell won't mean anything, write on it!" The clone protested in

annoyance, "You'll mess everything up if this sounded hateful."

Gamond extended her claw and engraved a few words on the spear. "Arad Orion, I'm Gamond

and I seek to challenge you."

"Too formal! Add some love into it, you don't want to sound like some sort of obnoxious

noble." She shook her head and Gamond fixed the spear, ready to write anything else. "Something else...love?" She was a bit confused so the clone smacked her back, "Be bold!" "I'll help you." Yog appeared behind her, "I've written many letters, so let me do it."

Gamond gave the spear to Yog, and she wrote several lines. "What do you think?" Yog had a large smile on her face.

"Isn't this a bit much?" Gamond looked worried and the clone freaked out the moment she

read what Yog wrote. "NO! Don't send this, it's bad, horrible! Change it, your first line is

better!" Yog looked at Gamond, "For once, you don't disagree with anything I've written, right? This

is a bit too upfront and honest, but this is what you want."

Gamond nodded.

"Then send it. Trust me, I have my way with words. Arad loves honest people, this is bound to

reach his empty heart." She smacked Gamond on the back.

With a large smile on her face, Gamond threw the spear into the sky as hard as she could. "NO00000000000000000000000000000000!" The clone cried her eyes, "What have you

done!"