Dragon King's Harem Chapter 423. The Late Snow Elf King's Wish I

Dragon King's Harem Chapter 423. The Late Snow Elf King's Wish I

The Drake tilted its massive head slightly, its icy breath visible in the air as it exhaled. Then, to my surprise, it lowered itself slowly. Its enormous body folded down, its head bowing until it was level with me.

I stared at it, the sight almost surreal. A Drake—a creature of pure instinct and raw power—bowing to me? That wasn’t something I saw every day. Hell, it wasn’t something I’d ever seen. It was a monster. It didn’t have an intelligent to recognize me as his king. My grip on the invitation tightened.

The Drake’s head was so close now that I could feel the chill radiating off its scales. Its icy eyes locked onto mine for a moment longer before it did something that caught me completely off guard—it opened its mouth. Slowly, carefully, as if trying not to startle me, its massive jaws parted, revealing rows of jagged teeth and the faint glow of something nestled at the back of its throat.

I tensed instinctively, unsure of what to expect. But then it happened—a crystal, glowing faintly with an ethereal blue light, began to emerge from the Drake’s mouth. It floated out, suspended in the air for a moment before gently drifting toward me. My heart raced as I reached out a hand, the glow of the crystal reflecting off my skin.

“What the hell is this…?” I murmured under my breath. My fingers brushed against its smooth surface, and the moment I made contact, a rush of energy surged through me. My vision blurred, and the world around me faded.

Suddenly, I was no longer standing in front of the Drake. Instead, I was seeing through its eyes, everything around me filtered through its perspective. The cold bite of the wind, the faint vibrations of distant footsteps—it all felt so vivid, so real.

Through the Drake’s memories, I saw him—a male snow elf. His white hair shimmered under the moonlight, and the crown on his head marked his status as royalty. His face was etched with sorrow, his sharp features softened by an expression of deep regret.

“Is he… the queen’s late husband?” I thought.

The elf stood before the Drake, his hand resting gently on its snout. The creature’s sadness was clear, a low, mournful growl rumbling from its throat as it pressed against him. The man’s voice broke through the memory, soft and tinged with pain.

“Please… promise me,” he said. “If my brother manages to kill me, you must escape. He will not let you live. Do you understand?”

The Drake growled again, a sound that seemed to carry its refusal. But the elf smiled—a sad, resigned smile—as he stroked the creature’s scales.

“Don’t be sad,” he said softly. “My brother… he’s more suitable to accompany her than I am. He deserves her more than I do.”

The Drake let out another low, sorrowful sound, its massive form trembling slightly as it pressed closer to him. The elf’s hand stilled for a moment, his gaze distant, lost in thought.

“My family was the ones who turned him into the monster he is now,” he continued, his voice heavy with guilt. “But… I hope someday Maria can find happiness with him.”

Maria. The Snow Elf Queen.

The elf let out a long, weary sigh, his shoulders slumping. “Then again, I know she doesn’t love me,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “And she doesn’t love him either… She loves that Dragon King. Ironic, isn’t it?”

My breath caught in my throat.

The Drake growled softly, its head tilting as if to comfort him, to say it understood his pain. The elf smiled faintly, shaking his head.

“You feel it too, don’t you?” he asked, his hand lingering on the Drake’s snout. “You know what it’s like to care for someone who can never truly be yours.” I could catch the bitterness in his voice.

The memory faded, the glow of the crystal dimming as I was pulled back into the present. My heart was pounding, my mind racing as I tried to process what I’d just seen. The Drake was still there, its icy eyes fixed on me, as if waiting for some kind of reaction.

The words of the elf echoed in my mind. ‘She loves that Dragon King.’

I clenched my jaw, my gaze shifting between the Drake and the crystal in my hand. This wasn’t just a memory—it was a message. A plea for understanding, for something more than vengeance or violence.

“What happened to you…” I muttered, my voice low as I looked back at the Drake. “Why did you come to me now? After all this time?”

The Drake didn’t respond, of course. But its eyes… they spoke volumes. The sorrow, the desperation, the lingering echoes of a bond that had been broken—it was all there, etched into the depths of its gaze.

I exhaled slowly, the situation pressing down on me.

“What are you going to do?” Eir’s voice broke through my thoughts, his tone careful but edged with concern. He and General Guillotine stood a few paces behind me, their eyes locked on the Drake.

I didn’t answer right away, my gaze still fixed on the creature in front of me. Its massive form, its mournful eyes, the crystal memory it had just shown me—it all painted a picture I wasn’t entirely ready for, but one I couldn’t ignore. Slowly, I reached out, my hand brushing against its cold, scaly snout. The Drake didn’t flinch, didn’t pull back. It simply stood there, its low, guttural breaths fogging the air between us.

“I think I understand now,” I said softly, my voice steady but thoughtful. “The Drake came here looking for me… but it must’ve gotten lost earlier. That’s why it only arrived now, after the invitation reached me.”

Eir shifted beside me, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly. “Lost?” he echoed. “You think it was following the invitation?” he guessed.