Demonic Dragon: Harem System-Chapter 515: Stella arrived in Vorah
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Chapter 515: Stella arrived in Vorah
The towers of the Vorah border rose like black spears against the gray afternoon sky. The wind whistled through the sharp pinnacles of the walls, carrying the magical dust and broken promises of that ruined land. The gates were open just enough to allow a cart or lone rider to pass through—the kind of cautious opening typical of a territory still wary of its own neighbors.
It was by this route that she arrived.
Mounted on a black horse with a snow-white mane, Stella Blazer crossed the uneven stone road without any sign of haste. Her posture was straight as a sheathed blade, and her golden eyes burned like embers beneath her dark hood. She wore a scarlet cloak embroidered with designs reminiscent of rising flames, but her attire did not betray ostentation—only authority.
The border guards, five in all, saw her approaching and immediately took up their positions. Most did not recognize her at first, but something about the way she rode—silent, fearless—made their instincts scream alert.
“Halt!” shouted the sergeant, a burly man in ill-fitting armor and a beard that looked like it was made of wire. “You are entering Vorah territory. You must identify yourself, state your origin and purpose, and submit to arcane verification.”
Stella pulled gently on the reins. The horse obediently stopped a few steps away from the group. She removed her hood, revealing wavy hair as red as newborn fire, tied in an elaborate bun with gold threads and rubies embedded in it. Her face was serene, but there was nothing soft about her presence. She was majesty and menace, wrapped in flesh.
“Stella Blazer,” she said in a low, melodious voice—yet sharp as glass. “From the Grand Duchy of Blazer. I am here visiting Vorah. I have personal business with Samira.”
The sergeant blinked several times, clearly surprised. “Blazer? As in… Stella Blazer? From the High Council of Sovereign Fire?”
“Yes.”
One of the soldiers choked silently. Another looked nervously at the sergeant.
“All right, Ms. Blazer,” said the sergeant, now visibly more tense. “With all due respect, per protocol, we must request the presence of a regional supervisor. Personalities of your importance require formal accompaniment and diplomatic validation. We ask only a few minutes…”
He gestured to one of the soldiers, who ran toward the communications tower to contact his superiors.
Stella did not respond immediately. Her gaze wandered over the scene—the moss-covered watchtowers, the hastily repaired walls, the anxious eyes of the guards. It all bored her deeply.
She inhaled slowly, her eyes closing for a second. When she opened them, her golden gaze sparkled with supernatural warmth. She raised her right hand, moving slowly, as if drawing invisible symbols in the air.
“I’m sorry,” she said with a slight smile. “But I really don’t have time to wait.”
The heat came from within. Not like visible fire, but like a muffled, suffocating, sudden wave.
The soldiers took a step back, their eyes wide. One of them dropped his spear on the ground. Another staggered and fell to his knees.
“It’s… too hot…” muttered the sergeant, sweating in seconds, his cheeks turning red, then purple.
The spell was not flashy. There were no flames, explosions, or screams. Just a meticulous increase in body temperature—a controlled rise that made the blood boil, the organs fail, and consciousness dissolve like ice in the desert.
One by one, the soldiers fell. None had time to draw their swords. None had a chance to cry for help.
Silence.
The horse snorted impatiently but did not move.
Stella remained there, observing the fallen bodies, breathing deeply as if she had gotten rid of a minor annoyance. She then leaned slightly over the saddle and spoke naturally, as if commenting on the weather:
“You should train more resistance to internal heat. This is basic in elemental circles.”
With a snap of her fingers, she reactivated the cooling spell around her—an invisible barrier that prevented the heat itself from affecting her horse or her luggage. Then she calmly rode forward, passing over the body of the fallen sergeant, whose eyes were still open, staring at the sky without seeing.
The gates of Vorah opened for her as if they feared the opposite.
Stella rode silently through the ruined streets of Vorah. The sound of her horse’s hooves echoed off the broken stones, resounding like a war drum in a ghost town. The air was heavy with soot and a lingering metallic smell — iron, blood, and burnt magic. The facades of the buildings were cracked or crumbling, and among the rubble were the remains of arcane structures that had recently collapsed.
She frowned, pulling her cloak back over her shoulder. The place was… devastated.
“What happened here?” she thought with growing unease. No official news had been sent to the Grand Duchy. No mention of an attack, no combat reports. Samira hadn’t mentioned any destruction either. “Not even a rumor. How did this go unnoticed? And why didn’t she write anything about it in her letter…?”
At every corner, more ruins. There were melted statues, flames petrified in solidified magic, and holes torn open in the streets that looked like they had been caused by claws—or something larger.
Stella pressed her lips together, uneasy. “This wasn’t an earthquake. This… was a battle. A recent war.”
She dismounted slowly when she saw a partially destroyed staircase leading to a central square, where the old fountain spouted only steam. The remains of benches and lampposts were scattered like broken toys. Some houses were completely collapsed.
And then she saw her.
In the middle of the square, surrounded by rocks and debris, a red-haired woman stretched as if she were on a training field and not a battlefield. Legs crossed, spine straight, arms raised above her head with her hands clasped together. Smooth, almost elegant movements.
Stella stopped.
She narrowed her eyes. The woman looked young, perhaps in her twenties or thirties, but there was something… wrong with that image. The ruins around her, the heat vibrating in the air. The woman had her back turned, but it was impossible to ignore the latent presence, the invisible pressure in the environment.
“Samira?” she thought for a moment, but immediately dismissed the idea. The posture was different. The energy… too aggressive.
Stella decided to test it. She closed her eyes for a moment and released a small wave of her aura, a magical breeze of warmth and sensitivity—like invisible fingers touching the skin of another soul.
It was like touching a trap.
Stella’s body froze completely.
Her muscles locked, her eyes paralyzed, and even her horse backed away with a nervous whinny. She couldn’t move a finger. She couldn’t even take a deep breath.
And then, a voice rose from among the rocks.
“Well, well…”
The red-haired woman turned slowly, still stretching out an arm as she broke into a wide smile. Her eyes glowed bright red, like living embers. Her pale skin seemed to glow softly beneath the dirt of the field of ruins. Her clothes were simple, a black ensemble clinging to her body as if it had been forged directly onto her skin. There was no doubt about it: she was dangerous.
“A little thing like you… trying to analyze me?”
Scarlet stood up completely now, cracking her neck with a satisfying pop. Her eyes locked onto Stella’s with a mixture of curiosity and hunger.
“Are you trying to die?”
Stella tried to move her hand. Nothing. Not even a tremor.
Scarlet walked toward her with relaxed, almost bouncy steps. She stopped a few feet away, tilting her head slightly to the side.
“You smell good… fire. But controlled. Reflective. Noble.” She clicked her tongue. “Blergh. Nobility always gives me a stomachache.”
She moved closer. The heat around her began to rise, as if the air itself were being pulled into an invisible furnace.
Stella tried to speak, but her mouth wouldn’t move.
“You know, it’s not polite to invade other people’s souls. Even delicately.” Scarlet crouched down, coming up to Stella’s eye level. “Especially when that soul is made of boiling fire and millennia of training, you’re lucky I didn’t kill you, you know?”
Scarlet smiled broadly, her teeth too white. “But I’ll forgive you. Because I like visitors.” She leaned closer, now almost touching her nose to Stella’s. “And also because I sense… a hint of someone I know in your aura.”
She suddenly pulled away, spinning on her axis and opening her arms to the cloudy sky.
“STRAX, THE IDIOT WHO SCARED SAMIRA IS HERE, COME AND BEAT HER UP!” Scarlet let out a scream that reverberated throughout Vorah, and in the next moment…
Stella was completely surrounded…
Beatrice, Monica, Cristine, Yennifer, Daniela, Cassandra, Bellatrix, Scarlet, Frieren, Rogue… Strax and…
“She came faster than I thought…” Samira said, looking at her sister.
When Stella saw Samira… she froze… ‘Emperor Stage!!! And what… what is that thing that appeared?!’
