Dragon King's Harem Chapter 270. The Orc's Downfall II

  Her audacity struck me. A cold, skeptical ugh escaped my lips as I regarded Gsha with an arched eyebrow. "What makes you think I want you?" I asked, my voice dripping with disdain. I had never considered Gsha as anything more than a pawn in my pns. The teases and provocative statements I had shared with her and Burz were nothing more than calcuted manipution.

  Gsha's eyes widened, a flicker of hurt crossing her features. "I thought it would be more interesting if she begged me to f*ck her," Gsha repeated my own statement, her voice ced with bitterness. "You were the one who told me that. And now, here I am, begging you to marry me."

  Her words struck a nerve. It was ironic since she ended up using that statement at me while I intended to use it to pressure her in the negotiations. Unfortunately, my pns changed after I saw Burz's determination.

  The tension thickened as Burz, struggling to catch his breath, found the strength to interject. "Gsha... you shouldn't do it," he managed to utter, his words strained and den with concern. His voice carried a mix of desperation and caution, a final plea to protect his sister from the consequences. "He will torture you," he warned, his eyes pleading with her to reconsider. "If I have to die, so be it. Let me die as a warrior."

  Gsha's gaze snapped towards her brother, her eyes abze with fury. A clear anger washed over her, fueled by a sense of betrayal. "Shut up!" she spat, her voice seething with resentment. "Why didn't you say anything to me? You know I was the one who confronted him, yet you did all this without my knowledge!"

  Her words bore down upon Burz, his expression shifting from exhaustion to guilt. The bond between them, once unbreakable, now appeared frayed, strained by the unspoken truths.

  Burz's gaze dropped, unable to meet Gsha's fiery gre. He struggled to find the right words, his voice heavy with regret. "I... I didn't want to give you another burden," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. Burz's voice strained with a mixture of determination and desperation. "I have no other choice," he retorted, his gaze meeting mine with a fiery intensity. "I don't want our tribe to become sves... It was our father's fault, yet the whole tribe had to pay for his crime!" he cimed.

  "Why don't you negotiate with me, then?" I responded, my voice ced with coldness as I held my bde dangerously close to Burz's neck. My displeasure was palpable, but I couldn't help but feel a glimmer of curiosity. Perhaps there was a way to salvage a shred of peace, to prevent further bloodshed and suffering.

  Yet, instead of fear or submission, I detected a flicker of bitterness and frustration in Burz's gaze. It was a look of resignation as if he had already anticipated my true intentions. "I know you didn't come to negotiate," he said, his voice tinged with disbelief. "You came to cim what you have won. The orcs were doomed when my father lost to you."

  A second ter, Burz's anger dissipated, giving way to a profound sadness that etched deep lines of remorse upon his face. “No… the orcs were doomed when we couldn't stop the war…” he said in sorrow. His eyes closed.

  The silence that enveloped the hall mirrored the orc leaders' collective remorse. They were frustrated, not only with their individual failures but with their inability to prevent the devastating war that had ravaged their people and the dragons.

  My gaze lingered upon Burz, his figure sprawled on the cold stone floor.

  "Sad... and pathetic," I finally spoke, breaking the heavy silence that had consumed the hall. The words slipped out, ced with a touch of both bitterness and skepticism.

  With a wave of my hand, I dismissed my Mana Weapon, watching as the sword in my grasp shattered and transformed into ethereal particles.

  I shot a quick gnce in Gsha's direction, a flicker of acknowledgment crossing our gaze. "If this is truly what you desire," I stated, my voice firm yet tinged with a hint of resignation, "then I will accept it." I made up my mind, deciding to revert to my original pn. However, a condition remained.

  Redirecting my attention back to Burz, I held his gaze steadily. "But," I began, my voice trailing off momentarily as I contempted the best course of action.

  With a flick of my wrist, I used my dimensional ring to access my inventory. From within, I retrieved a glimmering object—another crafted Magic Bracelet.

  I extended my hand, offering the bracelet to Burz.

  "You," I continued, my voice calm yet authoritative, "will wear this."

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