The dragon's harem

"So!" Yog's cheerful voice boomed as he disappeared into a flash of light, "See you another time… time… time…" Her voice boomed in the vast empty fields.

Arad looked at her with a slightly worried face. He wasn't sure whether to trust her or not, but he wasn't opposed to making some grandchildren for his mother, so there was no harm in trying.

Arad's eyes shifted to Merlin, "Shall we try?"

She giggled with a smile, "Of course… but." She looked at the sky, "Clear conscience. The reason I lost control of the labyrinth." Her eyes shifted toward him, "To control such powerful and intricate magic, the mind must be clear, unwavering. The slightest flicker in focus could lead to the entire spell falling apart."

"Thus?" Arad looked at her with a confused face. He understood what she was talking about… but couldn't link it to anything important now, the labyrinth is stable.

Her eyes shifted toward the two terrors and then sighed, "I was… for the lack of a better word, too horny and excited, it made a crack into my conscious, a minor distraction that caused all of this." She leaned on him with her head, "I managed to suppress those feelings with some spells and enchantments. That's why I got enough… brain power… to wrestle control back from the labyrinth."

"I understand that part. What I don't understand is why it matters now." He looked at her and she smiled, "Well, Zephyr, of course. If I'm going to help break the seal, I'd better still have this clear consciousness. Right now, I can't feel anything, no happiness, no pleasure, no fear, and no worry or doubt. My mind works like a machine, coldly calculating the magic's weave."

She waved her fingers, drawing several magic circles in the air. Arad saw them and could tell that they were different from the magic he had ever seen before. The magic he knew could be divided into two main types. Hard, clearly written spells that were perfected by hundreds of wizards through hundreds of years of study and testing, like Firebolt, and the most loved Fireball.

And the second type of magic was improvised, hastily written in the heat of combat. A slightly modified barrier magic, a light spell that instead creates a holographic illusion, and more. Arad was mostly versed in the second type, thanks to a massive draconic brain. And that he mostly needed to change his spells on the fly to counter attacks.

But…the magic that Merlin showed him now was as improvised as the second type, but written with the hard and clearness of the first type.

The magic circles Arad looked at were ones that make air vibrate, one that makes light change color, and the last one creates a pleasant smell. Merlin had just come up with them, yet they looked as solid as spells that had existed for centuries and were refined by hundreds of mages.

"So you want to hold off until we free Zephyr." Arad looked at her, and she nodded. "We can do it… It's just that I won't feel a thing. I'll be like an emotionless doll." She shrugged, "And I can't really remove the enchantments and cast them again so quickly."

"Why?"

Merlin threw a glance at the Terrors once more, cleared her throat, and then looked at Arad, "Well, let's just say that satisfying me would take a long time, and those enchantments were cast on me by Yog. It'll take me at least a month to cast them on myself." She stood, "So instead of doing it and waiting several months to free Zephyr… I'd rather hold on for another week and free Zephyr first."

She rubbed her fingers. "She might be grateful enough to give me some of her fairy dust. I wonder how powerful the dust of a spirit queen of her calibre is."

Arad laughed and stood up, stretching his arms. "Fine then, let's get out of here and free Zephyr as fast as we can."

"Hold on… The others are still inside the labyrinth. I've sent them a message to get out of it, but it'll take them some time." She waved her hand and then stood up. "Let's use this time to weave a spell, shall we?" Her eyes fixed on the two Terrors.

"What?" Neige gasped with a confused face. Ombre, on the other hand, understood what Merlin meant. She was about to open the door for them to leave the Labyrinth, which should be really powerful magic.

"Fine by me." Arad looked at the two Terrors with a smile, "What should I do? Punch a hole in the labyrinth?"

The two terrors looked at him with doubtful faces. "Like you can do that." Neige exclaimed, and Ombre nodded, "That's impossible, the Labyrinth is vast and…" But before they could finish, Merlin spoke, "He can, and with ease." Her eyes were devoid of any humor.

The two Terrors froze. "You can't be serious."

"I'm serious, and he is several times stronger than I. You two aren't even that strong when compared to me, let alone him."

Looking at the two Terrors, Arad tried to assess their power compared to other people that he knew. Weaker than Eris and Merida… stronger than Mira, their power…

Arad lifted his hand, waved it and two nuns appeared out of nowhere. For a moment, they remained still, but in the next second they realised that Arad summoned them and they immediately turned toward him, throwing their faces to the ground.

The two Terrors in the back seemed to see different things in the nuns. Neige immediately knew that those two aren't humans, but blood sucking fiends, monsters like her and Ombre. And Ombre quickly sensed the two's innate affinity for darkness, that they are creatures of the night.

Vampires.

Those two nuns were relatively unknown among the ranks of the holy sisters working under Zia. In fact, the two of them never had the pleasure of standing this close to their blood lord. The two of them were trembling, both from fear and joy.

The one on Arad's right was called Alicia. He pointed at Neige and ordered, "Don't kill her, don't hurt her too much. I just want you two to compare your strengths."

"As my lord wishes." The nun stood, slowly turning toward Neige with dark flames burning through her body. Her burning red eyes flashed, and in the next fraction of a second, she became a blur.

Neige could feel a heavy impact on her stomach, her vision turned pure while, and soon she found herself in pure agony, puking blood in a trench far away. She barely managed to sit up, using all of her might to support her body.

The nun was slowly approaching her, looking unholy, engulfed in pure blood and violence.

The other nun was called Sia, and like Ombre, she wasn't a fighter. She instead was a master of dark magic. It took her only one second to blind Ombre, who could see through darkness, immediately slamming her to the ground.

The fight didn't last more than a few seconds, the Terrors lost, and the nuns informed them that even Arad's weakest vampires. The two were average.