The dragon's harem

Arad was sitting at the dinner table with Tyal, Alice, and Claug. King Gale and his queens couldn’t attend due to their busy schedule, mainly due to the panic Arad caused by flying straight through the storm.

It was a good thing, though. Arad needed to make sure that while the Titans didn’t know the real extent of his power, they also feared him and respected what he could achieve. He already showed that he can brave this storm and has Alice by his side, a Titan bigger than King Gale himself, and potentially stronger.

The dinner was just what Arad expected. A lot of meat, very few vegetables. But those few that he saw were baffling. Massive carrots that are meters long, same with potatoes, and even some beans. He could imagine a whole city surviving on a single titan carrot.

Of course, Arad had sent some fresh titan carrots to his trusty mount. Mc was just as baffled as Arad himself when he saw it. Arad and the others can endure eating a massive amount of food since they are already colossal. Mc couldn’t.

Mc was alone in his stable, staring at a massive carrot that looked like the trunk of an ancient tree. It might take him a month to finish it.

But Mc didn’t waste a second, and he immediately started eating.

At the dinner table. Arad was the only one to finish his meal and order a second serving. Tyal and Alice just finished their share, and Claug, whose draconic form was much smaller, left some unfinished.

The titan servants gave Arad a surprised look. That food was more than an adult titan could eat, by a lot. They did serve them generous portions after all. And what scared them the most was that they couldn’t see his belly coming out.

Where did all those tons of food go? It was like seeing a man eat a whole lamb by himself.

Strangely enough, the titans didn’t have maids. What they had were called servants, and those servants were all armored in thick armor to resist the cold.

Arad expected to see the familiar maid’s outfit. But what he found was more intriguing.

The servants wore armor made from monster leather. He couldn’t tell what kind of monster that leather came from, but he could tell it was thick and could trap heat better than anything he had seen.

The servants also carried weapons, but most had bows on their backs and knives on their hips. One arrow was almost fifty meters long, and the daggers were large enough to split castle walls.

Tyal noticed Arad’s gaze and called one of the servants to approach.

The titan woman stood around 110 meters tall, her skin as gray as ash and her eyes burning with the brown radiance of earth magic. Her long black hair was tied into a long braid behind her back, reaching as low as her knees.

The armor was separated into several sections.

The pants, boots, chest, underlayer, gloves, and lastly a scarf.

The pants came in two parts: The tight underlayer and a wide upper layer.

While the underlayer went inside the boots, the upper layer slid above them down to the ankles. The underlayer was made from leather while the upper layer was from fur, offering extreme heat retention.

The boots were extremely well-made and had nails on their soles to help with traction. It also made the servants’ footsteps easily heard.

The upper part consisted of several layers: A tight shirt that was worn beneath everything, followed by a leather shirt, then chainmail, and then a heavy fur jacket.

The two layers were pushed beneath the gloves while the chainmail was clipped to the gloves from the outside with small hooks so it wouldn’t roll back.

Then, two belts on the woman’s waist, one holding her pants in place and the other holding the two daggers.

The woman’s scarf drew Arad’s attention, and he could see her flinch. She gulped, and her hands started shaking a bit. She struggled, but her eyes were trying to glance at Claug.

The green scarf glistened in the light. The countless scales on it shone like gems. Green Dragon scales.

“Dadarin, I heard he got sniped mid-flight.” Claug took a sip from her wine and looked at the servant. “That was twenty years ago.”

Arad looked at her. “Know him?”

“Know him? You can say that. He is quite famous for a Green Dragon.” She giggled.

“He fled north after a scandal with a Red Dragon. Last I heard, it was a story about a green dragon getting sniped out of the clouds.”

Arad’s eyes shifted back to the servant, and she gulped. “I don’t know what his name was. But he attacked me when I was asleep on the peak of a mountain. So I dropped him down with an arrow.”

Claug burst laughing. “So it was true. He got sniped out of the clouds. Good one, girl!”

Claug reached down into her pocket and pulled a green canteen.

“This poison is safe to eat. Before the bottle reaches half, fill it with equal water and blood. That would regenerate the poison in two hours.”

The servant looked at the canteen with worried eyes.

“It’ll make the target lethargic. Good for weakening large beasts.” She threw the canteen at the woman.

“And if you’re ever bleeding a lot. Drink from it; it’ll slow your heart rate and reduce the bleeding. Buy you enough time for help to arrive.”

After dinner, Arad found himself back in his room. They had arrived late in the day, so they didn’t have much time. Tomorrow, they’ll meet King Gale.

In the meantime, Arad had more things to focus on. He closed his eyes on the bed, Claug, Alice, and Tyal at his sides, and then found himself standing back in Alina.

Arad was sitting alone in an office, having just finished signing a stack of papers. Rubbing his eyebrows, he sighed. Controlling four clones at the same time was exhausting. No, calling them clones is wrong; they feel more like incarnations of him.

He stood and walked out of the office, quickly finding Aella, who was heading back to the royal quarter. She stopped and smiled.

“Done with your work?”

He stretched his arms. “Yeah. Done as well?”

She looked back at where she came from. “Today’s portion, yes. There is still a lot to do.”

While most of them can do some paperwork, Isdis and Roberta are doing the heavy lifting.

“Let’s go.”

The two of them headed deep into the castle. Arad had left three incarnations in the castle.

One was to train the soldiers, and two were doing paperwork and fulfilling his role as an Emperor.

The incarnation that trained the soldiers faded away and appeared inside a massive, dark church, sitting on the holy altar.