The dragon's harem

Chapter 1500: The Peaceful Life

Azorn and Sena landed in the middle of the castle’s reception hall. She looked around and spotted one of the common castle maids. Those weren’t the maids assigned to Arad’s private quarter, but the simple and humble workers keeping the whole castle running, cooking food for the servants and the present soldiers guarding the place.

“This is Azorn, my younger brother. Please find him a room, a decent meal, and make sure nothing disturbs him.”

The maid froze. She looked at Sena’s soft and beautiful face, then at the hulking, pale-skinned, ogre-like, massive man at her side.

“Brother? Then won’t it be best to find him an empty quarter up at the royal wings?” She took a step forward, but made sure to get close to Sena and not Azorn, because to be honest, he looked terrifying, especially with his tattered and blood-soaked clothes and messy hair. Did she find him in a bloodied war trench or something?

“Brother doesn’t like fancy things, just get him food and a place to sleep, and he’ll be fine.” Sena started walking away, “I have things to do, so I’ll be going immediately. If anything happens, ask Arad to deal with it. He should be in the royal quarter.”

The maid looked at Azorn, then at Sena’s back, and then sighed, “Don’t like fancy things…” She then turned toward Azorn, “I don’t care, if you’re the queen’s brother, you should look the part. Come with me.”

As she walked away, Azorn, who was so busy trying to focus and lower his power so he wouldn’t destroy Arad’s shiny and new marble floor, simply followed after her like a goat.

The maid dragged Azorn all the way back to the best bath of the castle. It was third, only to the ones in Arad and Baltos’s quarters. “First, come here.” She pulled a string of fabric and started measuring him up, “You’re huge! But… Ugh…all that blood…”

“Got it, go inside, the maids there will help clean you up and shave your hair a bit. I’ll get some of the castle’s seamstresses to modify some clothes so they can fit you. Don’t worry, it’ll be of quality that rivals anything the nobles would have.”

Before Azorn could say anything, the maid had left, and he was dragged by the bath maids inside to get washed.

Half an hour later, Azorn came out, as fresh and clean as they come, and with a new haircut, a fresh fade, and a trimmed beard; they even applied some oil to his rough hair so it would look a bit smoother.

Right in the changing room, the maid was standing there and waiting for him with a stack of fancy clothes.

Azorn looked at her with a passive face, then his eyes shifted toward the clothes, which looked awfully constricting and overly flashy. He didn’t like them, but Arad had said not to start trouble here, and even his sister had asked him to follow the maid, so he had to put up with the clothes as well.

“What are you waiting for?” The maid put the clothes on a table and clapped her hands, summoning five maids out of nowhere to help Azorn wear the clothes.

Azorn looked around. He was sure only six maids were in the bath, and the maid here was alone; were those five waiting outside? They must’ve been there.

As the maids started pulling him left and right, strapping him down with those strange clothes, the maid pulled a list and started talking. “I’ve got dinner ready, we’ll go there first. Then, your room. I picked the one in the eastern quarter with a nice view of the mountain range and the bright moon; It also has a large balcony where you can relax, read, or just drink something. And since you looked like you came out of a fight, I took the liberty of ordering the maids to change your mattress into a soft one.”

She then looked behind as the bath maids walked out, “Any wound?”

“Countless scares, but not a single wound. We also couldn’t massage him; he is as hard as a rock.” The bath maids replied.

The maid nodded, “I see, same stories of Lord Arad… Must be quite the powerful fighter.” She looked back at her papers, “Since most maids here are low-level, we can’t really provide any help with sore muscles. We’ll have to ask someone from outside the castle tomorrow.”

She then wrote something and then turned toward Azorn, “Good, he looks decent. Let’s move.” She clapped her hands, and the maids scattered, letting her leave with Azorn slowly trailing behind her.

A minute later, Azorn was sitting alone on a fancy dinner table, staring at enough food to feed a whole family. But his eyes were glued to something special in the middle, a jug of cold water with ice in it. Water doesn’t exist in the hells; it is a luxury there, the most expensive drink, and one that billions never knew they could possibly even get there. Even Azorn, with all of his power and wealth, only managed to drink once before, a few thousand years ago.

It was just too rare and too expensive to bother with, but here he is looking at enough fresh and cold water to cause a war in hell.

“That’s water?” He pointed at the jug, and the maid approached him, wrapping a pink bib around his neck; it even had a cute rabbit.

“Yes, and I’ll refill it if you need more. Is something wrong with the food?” The maid asked with a worried face, and Azorn shook his head, “No, nothing is wrong.”

Azorn didn’t like to think about things too much, but if this maid brought him all of that water, he would put it to good use. In minutes, he had cleaned the whole table and three jugs of water.

“I’m glad you liked it. I’ll tell the cooks.” She smiled and approached the door, prompting Azorn to follow her again. She then took him all the way to his room, where she left him alone with two fresh jugs of cold water.

Azorn looked around and didn’t feel like sleeping. He rarely slept after all; there was no rest in hell. This short time he has in the mortal world, it is better to spend it the way his sister loves, just sitting around and relaxing. So he took a seat on the balcony and started sipping on his water, looking at the bright moon and the tall mountains.

The world really looked different without raging storms, exploding volcanoes, and pillars of flames exploding everywhere.

What a calm and peaceful place.

Three hours later, something disturbed Azorn’s peace, screaming… no, it was more like yelling, someone was shouting down below. Azorn’s room was on the tenth floor of the massive castle, so he had to look over the balcony and see what was going on.

In the castle’s garden, someone was yelling at a maid, the same one who was serving Azorn a few hours ago, and would you look at that, the bastard was a devil in human clothes.

He leaned over the balcony and jumped down.

The devil was mad; he had traveled all the way here from the nine hells to find someone, yet this human here was asking him to come tomorrow. It’s past the middle of the night, and everyone is asleep? What hell does that even mean? He has a contract with that person, and by that contract, he must get them now. He didn’t want to just warp them away because he knew this place housed some powerful people and didn’t want to get in trouble; that’s why he came all the way here to try and be civil.

He wouldn’t even be mad if someone else came and rejected him, but to be kicked out by a human, let alone a lowly servant? What kind of insult is this?

But then, he felt something strange, a wave of infernal magic above him.

Azorn landed as gently as a feather, as he still remembered Arad asking him not to trash his castle.

The maid gasped and looked back, seeing Azorn standing behind her with a frown. By that time, the devil had already bolted away.

“The hell! The hell! The hell is he doing here? The fucking prince of dragons? Don’t tell me Tiamat is in there as well…” The devil didn’t waste a second or a drop of his power, using all of his to fly away as fast as he could. He didn’t even look back. Azorn wasn’t someone that anyone in the nine hells would dare stand in front.

But then, he noticed that his legs were missing. “What?”

Back at the castle, Azorn threw the severed legs on the floor. “Please wait here, I’ll go tear that bastard apart and return.”

“CAW! CAW!” A black crow flew in and landed on a nearby fence, “Dead! Dead! Dead!” The crow cawed and flapped its wings, and Azorn shifted to look at it.

“Arad? So you’re guarding this place?”

The crow stopped cawing and looked at them, “Devil! Dead, killed him. Don’t yell at my maids!”

Azorn nodded, “Couldn’t agree more, insulting a servant is the same as insulting their lord.”

Out in the middle of nowhere, the devil was dead, his body torn in half and ripped into pieces by a murder of crows, Arad’s void crows.