Demonic Dragon: Harem System-Chapter 514: Samira is scared
Chapter 514: Samira is scared
Strax burst out laughing with an almost youthful vigor. The entire mansion seemed to vibrate with the echo of the draconic laughter that escaped from his chest.
“HAHAHAHA! May those two finally die, those damn dramatic narcissists! That will spare the world from two idiots with swords and egos the size of mountains!”
Cristine rolled her eyes, already opening the mansion door with unnecessary force. “At least pretend you care, creature. They’re your brothers.”
“Cristine, my love,” said Strax, walking behind her with light steps, “my brothers tried to kill me. I’m being kind by wishing only for their death.”
Yennifer whistled. “Good thing my dear sister never tried anything like that.”
“Ah, it was a difficult time,” Monica commented with an involuntary smile on the corner of her mouth, closing the door behind them. “Strax didn’t have wings or charisma yet. Right, dear?”
“Hey! I had charisma! It was just more… explosive. But well, I killed three of my brothers, they’re on their own now.”
“I wanted to see that,” Cristine muttered, dropping her cape on a chair with a dramatic flourish. “Anyway, we’re not going to do anything, great! Now, what exactly do we have to do?”
“Wait for Samira’s sister, I guess,” she replied with the serenity of someone talking about cake recipes.
Yennifer jumped on the sofa in the main room, opening her arms as if she were a victorious queen on her velvet throne. “If anyone wants to call me when their brothers are dead, I’m accepting wine and bloody updates.”
“I heard that Noah now fights with a sword made of bones and blames his father for everything,” Monica commented casually as she picked up the tray with glasses. “And Liam… Liam thinks he’s the reincarnation of a god of war. Again.”
Strax sank into the armchair with a grunt.
“Those two seemed to be more serious… what happened to make both idiots fight in a desert?”
“I’d really like to know that too. In my time with the Black Guild, they were feared, but now that I know you and your family… I think they’re just two idiots.” Cristine said, and Yennifer nodded.
The glasses clinked softly as Monica poured the wine, and the atmosphere in the mansion’s large room became momentarily cozy, with the discreet crackling of the fireplace and the familiar smell of old wood. Cristine sat in an armchair with a resigned air, Yennifer sprawled like a lazy cat on the sofa, and Strax, leaning back in the larger armchair, looked as if he were about to doze off—when hurried footsteps echoed from the hallway.
The living room door flew open with a sudden bang, causing everyone to turn their heads at once.
It was Samira.
She looked breathless, as if she had come running from the farthest corridors of the mansion, and her eyes—usually calm, curious, and sweet—were now wide, full of tension. Her long white hair was slightly disheveled, and the light blue dress she wore seemed tighter than usual, as if she had left her room in a hurry, without bothering to compose herself.
Before anyone could say anything, she strode across the room and threw herself into Strax’s arms with force. The impact of the embrace caused the dragon’s body to lean back even further into the armchair, and his eyes widened slightly at the unexpected gesture.
“Samira?” he murmured, instinctively wrapping his arms around her. “Calm down… calm down, my dear. What happened?”
She squeezed him with unusual strength for someone of her size. Her hands clutched his cloak as if she feared he would disappear. And more than that: her skin was hot. Too hot.
Strax frowned, feeling the unusual heat radiating from her body.
“Do you have… a fever?” He stepped back a little to look into her eyes. “Samira, what happened? Are you okay?” freёnovelkiss-com
She didn’t answer right away, just took a deep breath, trying to regain control. Her lips trembled when she finally spoke:
“No… I’m not.”
The room fell silent.
Monica, still holding the tray, gently placed it on a side table. Yennifer, who until then had seemed indifferent, looked up more attentively. Cristine, meanwhile, watched with her arms crossed and a more serious expression.
Strax held Samira by the shoulders, carefully, as if she were made of glass. “Tell me. Now. What’s going on?”
“It’s her…” Samira whispered, unable to contain the tremor in her voice. “My sister. Stella. I… I can’t stop thinking about it. She’s coming. And I’m terrified.”
Samira hugged him again, this time more tenderly and less urgently. “I don’t know what she wants. We haven’t had any contact for years. She never… never wrote to me, never asked about me. And now, out of nowhere, she’s coming here? I don’t understand. I don’t trust her.”
“Is she dangerous?” Cristine asked, in a matter-of-fact tone, as if assessing a threat before drawing her sword.
“Yes,” Samira replied immediately. “Very.”
Strax ran his fingers through her hair calmly. “We’ll take care of it. I won’t let anyone hurt you. Not sister, not brother, not dragon, not god. You’re in Vorah now. You’re with me.”
“She was a child prodigy,” said Samira, stepping back a little, trying to explain herself between words broken by emotion. “From an early age, they knew she would be someone… great. I was… the shy little sister. The one with no powers. The one who couldn’t cast a simple spell without fainting.”
“Ah, so it’s a classic story of ego and favoritism,” said Yennifer with a crooked smile, swaying her glass.
“My father worshipped her,” continued Samira, ignoring the joke. “My mother was afraid of her. She was brilliant, yes, but cold… arrogant. The last time I saw her, she looked at me as if I were a burden. As if I were just getting in the way of the bloodline. And now… now she comes to me as if nothing had happened.”
“Maybe she’s sorry,” Monica suggested, though her tone didn’t convince anyone, not even herself.
“Or maybe she’s planning something,” Cristine retorted. “Powerful people don’t usually make casual visits in times of war.”
“Do you want me to stop her from entering Vorah?” Strax asked casually. “We can say the gate is stuck. Or that you died tragically when you fell off the roof trying to feed invisible pigeons. Magical bureaucracy is terrible.”
Samira laughed, despite herself. It was a brief but real sound.
“No… I need to see her. To find out what she wants. But… can you stay with me tonight?”
“I’m your husband,” replied Strax, resting his forehead affectionately against hers. “What do you mean, can you stay with me? I’ll always stay.”
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