Demonic Dragon: Harem System

Now knowing he wasn\'t as fine as he thought he was, it left him unsettled...

"He left after you, said he was going to see if he could find Cristine, but so far nothing. Well, he probably won\'t come back," Beatrice said, shrugging as Monica continued to watch the window of their accommodation. "This city..." she murmured, "It\'s so... Strange." She said, only exchanging letters with some suppliers; she had never personally been to this place and it was so...

"So many lights, so many people... But it feels so... Dead." She said. Monica was someone who observed everything around her well, nothing escaped her eyes without her thinking something about it. It could even be considered a kind of skill, but sometimes... it was very bothersome.

"As for Samira..." Monica said, turning to him, "Maybe it\'s better to start letting her be more free, you know?" She questioned with a smile, already knowing what was happening and that he was thinking about something, about where he went wrong and all that. "If you had seen what I saw, you\'d be feeling like I am." He replied... "Just wait for her to come back, she\'ll be fine, won\'t she?

If you came back, it\'s because she must know how to take care of herself; she\'s not a child like you, dear." Monica said, smiling, "I\'m a child now, am I?" Strax questioned, looking at her, "Compared to her? Yes, you are quite the mischievous child." She smiled, laughing at the situation, seeing the pout he made.

"Everything in its own time, dear." She concluded as she returned to watching the city. "Everything in its own time." She repeated.

Meanwhile...

Sitting near the bar, Samira and Jhonatan were talking while Marlon, the bartender, kept his pace serving drinks to the customers. The bar was warm with the usual buzz, mixed with old music and varied discussions—a setting Samira knew well after so many years as a mercenary.

"Your pack has grown," Samira commented, taking a sip of the cold beer Marlon had brought her. She looked at Jhonatan with a mix of interest and skepticism.

Jhonatan took a sip of his own beer, his gaze fixed on Samira, showing genuine concern.

"We found some on the way to Endmith. They seemed to have been attacked by vampires... So we decided to come back here. Thalassia is safer than other places," he explained, his voice carrying a tone of urgency. "I know I owe you, but... the situation is bad.

The Imperial Regime is starting to take action... There are problems all over the city, have you noticed the soldiers? They want to put an end to the black market." He turned completely towards Samira, his expression clearly showing the gravity of the situation.

"You\'d better leave the city. I\'ll pay you at the beginning of next month," he concluded, his tone making it clear there was no room for discussion.

Samira took one last sip of her beer, her mind already moving to the next step. The bar continued its frenetic ebb and flow, but for her, the sound was just a distant background while she pondered Jhonatan\'s words and what to do next.

"I need to talk to her," Samira commented, her tone revealing her determination. What Jhonatan owed her wasn\'t what really mattered now. What she wanted was something more essential, something beyond the financial issue. Even if it meant losing a bit of money, she already expected Jhonatan might not be able to pay, and honestly... she didn\'t care much about that.

Her focus was on something else. She needed to help her husband, and that was what really mattered at this moment. Everything else, the money, the debts, could be resolved later. Now, the priority was to help Strax with his mission. So they could finally start a new life, leaving behind those surnames that haunted them.

"It\'s not that simple... She\'s not exactly... happy. Many problems are happening, and she\'s not in a good place to deal with you," Jhonatan said, looking seriously at Samira. She seemed distracted, tracing her finger along the rim of her beer glass.

"She already knows I\'m here," Samira replied, turning her eyes to him. For a moment, Jhonatan looked alarmed. As a werewolf, he had a keen sense of his surroundings, and his animal instinct seemed to scream "RUN!" at him. But with visible effort, he remained composed, trying to control the fear rising within him.

"Just call her. Your debt will be paid," Samira said, finishing the rest of her beer with a resolute movement. Her focus and concentration were clearly on the task at hand.

Jhonatan murmured to himself, concern evident on his face. "She\'s not the same woman..."

He looked at Samira, and the contrast with the woman he had known years ago was striking. The Samira now seemed different, almost relentless, like an Amazon determined to achieve her goal at any cost. There was an intensity in her that made anyone think twice before opposing her.

"What happened to your guild?" Jhonatan asked, the thought clearly troubling him. It was natural for him to wonder about something Samira had created with so much pride. He hoped for an answer that might bring some hope.

"They\'re dead," Samira replied coldly, and then continued, "Some survived, but... well, they chose to go their separate ways."

She looked at the empty glass, the sadness in her eyes only partially concealed. It was something she had already overcome, but... well, everyone knew how the job worked, but sometimes she wondered if it was possible to give them a proper funeral...

"Tsk..." She clicked her tongue, then stood up, the determination on her face not really being determination but rather her impatience.

"If you\'re not going to help me, fine. I\'ll invade the Lion\'s Den," she said, beginning to rise.

But Jhonatan quickly grabbed her arm.

"I-I\'m sorry, the guys were good," he said, his voice full of empathy. "Just wait a bit. She should be arriving soon." He said as he ordered another beer from Marlon.

"She\'s still angry with you... After you left the city. She even killed that treacherous guy who betrayed you after she found out it was really his fault," Jhonatan explained, looking at Samira, who raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"So, I didn\'t—"

"No, your name has been clear for a year and a half," Jhonatan interrupted, gesturing for Marlon to refill Samira\'s glass. She was still processing the new information, her mind spinning with the implications.

"Why didn\'t anyone tell me?" Samira asked, the seriousness in her voice evident. She was beginning to get furious for not knowing about this... She harbored a lot of resentment because of that incident, and a lot of anger that she had directed at the names of some people who were apparently cleared.

But it was Marlon who answered, with an almost disinterested tone.

"You didn\'t come back here, which made her furious, so she didn\'t want anyone to go after you, she stayed a few good weeks upset—"

"I don\'t recall allowing anyone to keep talking about me," a melodious voice sounded, interrupting the bar\'s chatter. The atmosphere fell silent instantly, the lively sounds of the men fading away as if a mute button had been pressed.

Samira turned calmly to face the woman who had appeared. She was well familiar with that presence. Samira\'s gaze met the woman\'s, a silent recognition passing between them.

The woman who emerged was an impressive sight even for Samira. Her golden hair cascaded in luxurious waves, catching the light of the bar and shining like gold. Her cheetah-like feline ears, an exotic and striking detail, stood out with a golden hue that harmonized with her hair.

Her body was shapely and alluring, with curves that enhanced her powerful and eye-catching presence. She wore a black dress, perfectly fitted, accentuating the bronze of her immaculate and beautiful skin. The dark dress combined with the golden tone of her hair and bronzed skin created a captivating and mesmerizing contrast, making her stand out even more in the dimness of the bar.

The woman crossed her arms while her eyes, a deep, clear blue, stared directly at Samira.

"Rogue," Samira said, looking at the woman, who seemed more mature than she had known her, particularly her bust. She couldn\'t help but ask, "Are you using something to make them so big?"

A vein appeared on the woman\'s forehead. "You..."

"Bitch..." Rogue murmured, looking at Samira as her skin flushed slightly. "Samira!" She shouted, causing everything to tremble.

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