The dragon's harem

”Damn it.” She growled and looked back at Mira and Isdis, ”You useless humans! When it was last time, you washed him properly?”

”Yesterday!” Mira replied with a puzzled face.

”Donʼt lie to me!” She yelled at them, ”Come here right now! Oi, sister her up here!”

Astrid used her earth magic to create a staircase for Mira to reach where Frida was. ”Look!” Frida showed her beneath Aradʼs scales, ”How in the hell did you wash him just yesterday?”

”He took a bath yesterday, and he regularly cleans himself with the void almost several times a day. Isnʼt that from todayʼs training?” Mira was a bit confused at what she saw.

”Nah, this one is old. Dragons release their magic from their scales, this surface on the outside. It canʼt hit stuff on the underside.” She pointed at Aradʼs scale, ”His void canʼt clean beneath his scales, and bathing him in human form would also only reach to the top of the scales. You arenʼt flipping and cleaning them, are you?”

”No...we bath like...normal...humans?” Mira mumbled.

”That is for humans, not dragons. Look here, those are the marks of a green dragonʼs spit. This was the last time something cleaned beneath his scales.” When Mira saw what Frida pointed at, she remembered when Claug helped Arad in the past.

”Dragons are like cats, besides using their elemental energy to clean their bodies, they also lick their scales clean. The rough part of their tongues gets beneath the scales to properly clean.” She shook her head, ”We didnʼt know it was this bad, cleaning this would take us weeks at this rate.” She sighed.

”Is there any way to make it faster?” Mira asked with a worried face, ”Like with magic or something?”

Frida shook her face, the only thing they could do with magic was wash him from the outside like Astrid was doing with her massive stone arms. To go beneath the scales, they must be lifted one at a time and thoroughly cleaned. Since dragons emit their magic from their scales, youʼd be surprised by how better heʼll feel with them spotless.

”Then please allow me!” A voice screamed from beneath Arad, ”To offer my body to our Lord!”

Everyone looked down and saw a nun prostrating herself beneath Aradʼs wing. She slowly lifted her head, ”My Lord,” she said with a smile as tens of nuns rapidly appeared behind her, Zia had come out of his blood.

”Zia! What are you doing here!?” Isdis gasped as she saw the nuns appearing everywhere.

”My Lord! Iʼve brought a thousand faithful sisters from the order, and I could bring out more if must.” Zia said with a large crazed smile on her face. ”It seems, our help is very much

needed here.”

Astrid gasped as she sensed the thousand vampire nuns appear out of nowhere, each of them was a monster beyond belief. Even if Aradʼs body was quite battered and exhausted, the vampires werenʼt and they could still access the nuclear engine of his soul through their blood

connections.

”Where did those come from?!” Astrid cried, clenching her giant stone claws as sweat slowly rushed across her back. Even if she and Frida were to team up, sheʼs doubtful they could beat even one of those nuns, a single punch from them and the whole bath would burst into flames. ”Donʼt worry!” Mira waved her arms, ”Those are Aradʼs vampire spawns, they live inside his blood and come out when he wants or when they feel like it.” She shifted a gaze at Zia. ”Why did you come out? And donʼt lie, I doubt itʼs to help with cleaning him.”

”Of course, itʼs so I can gaze upon our Lordʼs magnificent body...They are here for the same reason as well. Weʼll not miss such a chance.” She said with a proud smile and puffed her chest out, ”Leave it to us!”

”Our lord?” Frida looked at them with a shocked face. Something was off about those nuns, they did indeed worship Arad, she could tell from their eyes and how the magic was flowing around them, but something seemed to have gone horribly wrong. With this number of people having such strong belief in someone, a divine spark should appear. But when she looked at Arad, he didnʼt have any, not a single shred of a divine core being formed. ”How many of you are believing in him? Only the believers.” She asked with a stunned face, and Astrid realized what was happening.

Zia looked back at her, ”Those of us who actively believe in him as our god? That would be around twelve thousand, there are even more vampires inside him, but I wonʼt say they actually worship him as a god.”

With those numbers, it was impossible to believe that he didnʼt develop a divine core, but no