Dragon King's Harem Chapter 265. Ambush I

  Across the expanse of the grand hall, the chaos echoed beyond my own encounter. I caught a glimpse of Eir and Guillotine, locked in their own battles against the traitorous dancers.

  In an instant, the vibrant atmosphere of the hall transformed into an eerie hush, as if the very air had been sucked out of the room. The once-joyful symphony of chatter, ughter, and music dissipated, repced by a tension that crackled in the silence.

  In a startling dispy of unity, the cn leaders, previously engaged in their own revelries, revealed their true colors. With determination etched upon their faces, they drew forth their weapons, each glimmering bde reflecting the sinister intent. Their eyes fixed upon us, the targets of their deceit.

  Like a slowly encircling storm, orc soldiers closed in around us, their hulking figures a formidable presence. Each one emanated a raw, primal power, ready to unleash their savagery upon us at a moment's notice. Their muscur frames and battle-hardened expressions left no doubt that they were prepared to carry out their deadly orders without hesitation.

  Not only were the cn leaders and orc soldiers aligned against us, but even the seemingly innocent maids and servants revealed their true identities.

  I cast a piercing gaze across the room, my displeasure was evident on my face as I took in the scene that had unfolded before me. My attention shifted towards Burz, a fake mixture of frustration and disappointment etched upon my features. "What does all of this mean, Burz?" I questioned, my voice tinged with discontent. At that moment, I chose not to acknowledge his elevated status.

  Burz's once amiable countenance hardened, his eyes locking onto mine with an icy gre. "It's something I have been compelled to do in order to protect my tribe, Your Majesty," he replied, his voice tinged with bitterness. He turned to face me fully, a hint of defiance burning in his gaze. "I cannot allow my tribe to bear the burden of my father's crimes," he stated, his tone resolute.

  My brow furrowed in response. I needed reassurance, a steadfast commitment that he would not follow in his father's footsteps. "Yet you did the same. If you don't want to end up like your father, I require more than just words, Burz," I asserted, my voice holding a firm resolve. "I need concrete actions that prove your loyalty and dedication to peace," I emphasized, my words carrying an undercurrent of authority.

  "Remember, this tribe should rightfully belong to me," I stated, a hint of frustration seeping into my words. "The dragons have emerged victorious, and the orcs must acknowledge their pce," I continued, my tone firm and unwavering. The unspoken truth hung heavy in the air—the dragons held dominion, and the orcs were to yield to their rightful authority.

  Burz's anger simmered beneath the surface as he responded, his voice ced with defiance. "According to the ws of Igixar, perhaps you are right," he retorted bitterly. "But I cannot simply allow the dragons to strip away what the orcs have fought for," he continued, his words infused with a fiery determination. "Whether you like it or not, this battle has already been decided, regardless of whether you imbibed that poisoned wine or not," he concluded, his gaze unwavering.

  I put my shocked face on. My eyes widened in a mix of feigned surprise and restrained anger. "You..." I hissed, my voice ced with an undercurrent of betrayal. "What did you put in that wine?" I demanded, my words seething with a simmering anger that threatened to boil over.

  Burz's lips curled into a sly smile, a hint of satisfaction pying at the corners of his mouth. His gaze met mine, unyielding and filled with a mix of surprise and admiration. "Not much," he replied nonchantly, his voice ced with a tone of mischief. "Just something to weaken you, to level the pying field," he expined, his words carrying a hint of cunning.

  Eir's sudden scream of agony pierced through the tension-filled air, slicing through the silence like a bde. My attention snapped towards him. "Your Majesty!" he called out, his voice strained and filled with a mixture of pain and desperation. It was a cry for help that echoed in the depths of my being.

  I arched an eyebrow, my gaze narrowing as I observed Eir's performance. It was clear that his sudden dispy of pain and distress was not part of our pns. I deduced that he took the initiative to amplify the situation, heightening the illusion of the orc's poison taking effect.

  With a quick mental adjustment, I decided to py along, maintaining the illusion that their scheme had succeeded in weakening me. The shock painted across my face, my voice trembling with feigned concern. "Eir!" I excimed, my tone filled with a mixture of worry and disbelief. I projected an image of shock, as though I had witnessed his sudden decline firsthand.

  Feigning a dispy of my own powers, I conjured fmes in the palm of my hand, allowing them to dance and flicker momentarily. But just as quickly as they appeared, I dissipated the fmes, as though the effort had proven too great for my weakened state. It was a calcuted move to further solidify the belief that the poison had taken a toll on my abilities.

  "W-What?!" I stammered, my voice betraying a mix of astonishment and vulnerability. I made sure to inject a touch of confusion into my words as if struggling to comprehend the magnitude of the situation unfolding before me. It was crucial to maintain the illusion that the orc's poison had succeeded in shaking my resolve and weakening my powers.

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