Demonic Dragon: Harem System-Chapter 756: Problems We Forget
Capítulo 756: Problems We Forget
Water still trickled slowly through Strax’s hair as he finished buttoning his shirt. The steam from the shower filled the room with a clean, almost calming scent, a stark contrast to the state of the environment behind him.
He took a deep breath.
Getting dressed after all that had required more effort than he cared to admit.
When he turned around, the scene was… revealing.
On the bed, Kali and Monica lay sprawled on opposite sides, slumped without any concern for posture or dignity. Sheets were disheveled, pillows out of place, the entire room carrying the weight of an exhaustion that came not only from the body, but from the soul.
Kali lay face down, her buttocks raised, semen oozing from every possible orifice, half her face buried in the pillow, her blonde hair spread out like a golden veil. One arm hung off the bed, her fingers too relaxed for someone who normally seemed made of energy and provocation. Her chest rose and fell slowly, in a heavy, deeply dormant rhythm. Monica, on the other side, lay face down with her legs spread, her pussy dripping and her ass destroyed, one forearm partially covering her eyes, as if even the soft morning light was too much for her in that state. Her normally controlled and firm expression was now loose, vulnerable, her body surrendered to absolute exhaustion.
Strax stood still for a few seconds, just observing.
There was something almost solemn in that silence.
No provocation… No dispute… No dirty talk… Just the result… Two defeated Dragons, covered in cum in all their private parts.
“You really endured quite a bit…” he murmured, more to himself than to them.
He approached the bed with light steps, carefully adjusting Kali’s position so as not to wake her, then pulling a higher sheet to cover Monica, in an automatic, almost instinctive gesture.
For a moment, he even cried out at how completely exhausted they seemed; it didn’t even seem like just a few hours ago they had been screaming “FUCK!” Strax ran a hand through his still-damp hair and let out a slow sigh. “An entire kingdom is simpler than this…” he commented softly.
No response.
Only the sound of their deep breathing, synchronized by their shared exhaustion.
He picked up the cloak, draped it over his shoulder, and walked to the window. Outside, the world continued as normal—soldiers changing shifts, the wind rustling flags, the city alive, oblivious to the small emotional chaos contained within that room.
Strax closed his eyes for a moment.
Then he opened them.
“Right…” he said, with a tired half-smile. “Time to deal with the rest of the day.”
Behind him, Kali stirred slightly, muttering something incomprehensible. Monica turned her face to the side, but didn’t wake up.
He looked at the two of them one more time.
“So cute, too bad I still have to deal with the others.” He joked and walked away.
Strax carefully closed the door behind him, making sure the corridor remained silent. The castle was still slowly awakening that morning, with spaced footsteps and the distant sound of metal and low voices coming from the inner courtyard.
As soon as he turned the corner of the main corridor, the first thing he saw made him let out an involuntary laugh.
“Hey! Come back here!” The former queen of the elves, Frieren, was running with surprising agility after a girl who must have been about fifteen years old, her hair tied in a messy ponytail, laughing as she dodged between columns and tapestries.
The girl looked back just to tease, made an amused face, and sped up even more.
“That’s not fair!” Frieren complained, even with a slight smile betraying her angry tone.
The girl replied something inaudible and turned another corner, almost knocking over a servant in the process.
Strax stopped, leaning against the wall, clearly amused.
“I never thought I’d see this so early,” he murmured, still laughing.
“Neither did I at first.”
He turned and found Agnes coming right behind him, walking with absolute calm, as if that chaotic scene were the most normal thing in the world. Her hands were in her pockets and her expression was tranquil, almost satisfied.
“What exactly is going on here?” Strax asked, pointing with his chin in the direction where the two had disappeared.
Agnes shrugged. “They’re playing.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Playing.”
“Yes,” she confirmed. “Frieren decided to help my daughter train her focus, coordination… and, well, socialization. Chasing her around the castle is apparently part of the method.”
Strax watched the corridor for another second, still hearing distant laughter.
“And is it working?”
Agnes nodded, a little more serious now.
“It is. She’s improving. She laughs more, talks more… sleeps better too.” She took a deep breath. “Having someone like Frieren around has made a difference.”
Strax smiled slightly. “I never thought I’d say this, but… I’m glad to hear it.”
At that moment, the two reappeared at the other end of the corridor. The girl ran past first, almost victorious, while Frieren stopped, resting her hands on her knees and feigning exhaustion.
“I let you win!” she shouted.
“Of course you did!” the girl replied, laughing loudly.
Agnes crossed her arms, observing the scene with a gentler look.
“See?” she said. “Just kidding, but with a purpose.”
Strax shook his head, still smiling.
“This castle will never be quiet again, will it?”
“I hope not,” Agnes replied. “Too much silence always causes problems.”
Strax and Agnes walked side by side down the wide corridor, their footsteps echoing softly as the castle finally awoke.
Morning light streamed through the tall windows, illuminating banners and armor displayed like silent reminders of past battles.
“So,” Strax began, adjusting his cloak on his shoulder, “how are things really around here?”
Agnes took a moment to answer. Not out of hesitation, but because she seemed to be mentally processing everything that had changed since the last time he had been fully present.
“They’re… better,” she finally said. “Especially with the beast-warriors of the former monarch.”
Strax gave her a curious look.
“Better how?”
“Much better,” she replied, with a slight, restrained pride. “Before, they were brute force, instinct, and blind obedience. Now they fight in formation, they know how to retreat, protect flanks, advance with purpose. In actual combat, they are far more efficient than they ever were.”
Strax chuckled briefly.
“So you’ve had a rough time.”
Agnes snorted. “You have no idea.”
She turned to him, a half-smile appearing at the corner of her lips—not exactly amused, but satisfied.
“I had to break through a lot of resistance. Literally, sometimes. But it worked.”
Strax shook his head, clearly impressed.
“I step away for a while and come back to find you’ve become an elite instructor.”
“Not exactly by choice,” Agnes replied. “Someone had to make it work.”
They rounded an archway overlooking the training yard. Below, some of the beast-warriors were training in pairs, coordinated movements, controlled attacks, nothing like the chaotic savagery of before.
Strax watched for a few seconds.
“I admit,” he said, “this is better than I expected.”
Agnes crossed her arms.
“It helps when the biggest problem ceases to exist.”
He glanced at her sideways.
“Rakan.” “Rakan,” she confirmed, her voice devoid of emotion. “Or what’s left of him.”
Strax let out a slow sigh.
“I really did turn the bastard into a living skeleton…”
“Turned him,” said Agnes. “And with that, you made space.”
She discreetly pointed to the courtyard.
“Without him, there was no more constant fear, no more senseless worship of strength. Someone had to fill the void. It ended up being me.”
Strax raised an eyebrow. “So you mean you’re the most powerful beast-warrior now?”
Agnes shrugged, but there was something firm in her posture.
“In practice? Yes.” She glanced quickly at him. “Not because I want to rule, but because someone needed to prove that strength can also mean control.”
Strax smiled, genuine this time. “Good job, Agnes.”
She was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly.
“Thank you.” She paused and added dryly, “But next time, try not to solve everything by creating new monsters, okay?”
He laughed. “I promise to try.”
Two beast-warriors came rushing down the side corridor, heavy footsteps echoing against the stone. Upon seeing Agnes, they slowed immediately and knelt almost simultaneously, fists clenched against their chests in a sign of respect.
“Commander Agnes!” said the first, his voice deep and urgent. “The problem… has returned.”
The second confirmed with a firm nod.
“Activity increased during the early morning. The scouts retreated as ordered, but the pressure is mounting.”
Strax frowned slightly.
“Problem?” he repeated, looking from one to the other, then to Agnes. “What problem exactly?”
Agnes straightened up, her posture changing immediately. The casual tranquility gave way to the focused expression of someone who already knew this situation well.
Then… she smiled.
Not an amused smile.
A smile of someone who had been expecting it.
“The source of negative energy in the forest,” she replied calmly. “The one you promised you’d ‘take a look at as soon as you had time’.”
Strax closed his eyes for a second that was far too long.
“Ah… that one.” He ran a hand over his face. “I really managed to forget about it for a few hours, didn’t I?”
The warriors exchanged a quick glance, too confused to comment.
Agnes crossed her arms.
“She’s behaving as before. Distortions in the environment, creatures avoiding the area, unstable mana. No direct attack… yet.”
Strax let out a heavy sigh, but when he opened his eyes there was less fatigue and more focus in them.
“Of course, ‘yet.’ It’s never simple.”
He looked towards the windows that overlooked beyond the walls, towards the distant edge of the dark forest.
“I barely get home and the world already remembers it can’t keep itself in order.”
Agnes gave a half-smile. “It’s part of the package, King.”
He nodded slowly. “Assemble a light detachment. No full-scale assault. I want to see this up close before deciding how to resolve it.”
