SSS-Rank Harem Sword: My Lustful Life With Legendary Maidens-Chapter 114: The Land Of Dragons

The first thing Adonis became aware of was the silence.

Not ordinary silence, but something primal.

He opened his eyes.

The ceiling above him was not stone and not wood and not any material he had a name for. It was smooth and subtly luminescent, the faintest gold threading through its surface in patterns that were almost organic, almost like the interior of something grown rather than built.

He lay still for a moment and analyzed his condition.

His body ached in the specific way that only follows the complete depletion of Ether reserves. Every muscle carried the memory of what it had been asked to do.

His chest was tight. His left side, where the earth guardian’s compressed bedrock spear had caught him, sent a dull, persistent throb outward with each breath.

His hands, when he lifted them and looked at them, were unmarked but felt fragile in a way that hands should not feel.

Nonetheless, he was alive.

That was, by any reasonable accounting of the previous several hours, a minor miracle.

He pushed himself upright slowly, and the room resolved around him as he did.

It was large and uncluttered, the walls had the same luminescent quality as the ceiling, curved slightly inward at the top in a way that suggested the space had been shaped rather than constructed.

The bed beneath him was wide and low, covered in something that was the color of deep water and softer than anything he had slept on in either of his lives.

There were no windows in the conventional sense, but one entire wall was open to the outside, separated from the interior only by a series of tall, arched columns through which the air moved freely, carrying with it a scent he had never encountered before.

Clean. Ancient. Electric in the faintest possible way, the way air smells after lightning has passed through it, except gentler than that.

He was still absorbing it when he heard the footsteps.

Step. Step. Step.

She looked like a dragon maid.

He recognized by the scales along her collarbones and the tail behind her back.

She saw that he was sitting upright, fully conscious.

She bowed, precise and brief.

"Please rest, honored guest," she said. "I will inform Her Majesty immediately."

Then she was gone, her footsteps quick and purposeful in the corridor beyond.

Adonis sat on the edge of the bed and waited. He thought about Mariana. He thought about the spear, the blood, her silver form falling through the smoke-filled sky.

He thought about the last thing he remembered before the darkness took him, which was the Dragon Queen’s voice.

He pressed the heel of his hand against the center of his chest, where the memory of that falling silver form lived most vividly, and breathed through it.

"She is alive. She has to be alive.." he murmured.

He was still sitting with that thought when the quality of the air in the room changed.

It was unnoticeable at first.

Soom, it made the room electric, charged with ancient energy.

She appeared in the arc doorway.

Adonis had encountered beautiful women in both of his lives. He had loved a few of them with bonds that had rewritten the trajectory of his existence.

He was not, by any measure, a person easily affected by appearance alone.

And yet.

Sapphire blue hair fell in long, unhurried waves past her shoulders, catching the luminescent light of the room and returning it in deeper, richer tones, just like the color of the deepest part of the ocean at the precise moment before all sunlight finally fails.

Her eyes were the same color and carried in them a depth that matched, calm and fathomless and lit from somewhere within by a light that was entirely her own.

Her features carried the particular quality of beauty that has existed long enough to become something beyond category, refined past the point where ordinary descriptors apply into something that simply was, the way ancient things simply are, without requiring acknowledgment or comparison to establish their reality.

She was dressed simply in a deep blue robe that moved with her in the unhurried way of someone completely at ease in their own authority, and a single piece of jewelry at her throat that caught the light and held it.

Her bearing was the bearing of someone who had been the most powerful presence in every room they had entered for a very long time and had long since stopped needing to perform that fact for anyone.

She looked at him with those fathomless sapphire eyes, the way a landscape warms when a cloud moves past the sun.

"You are awake," she said.

Her voice was authoritive, but with full femininity.

"Apparently, I am," Adonis replied.

Hearing him, the corner of her mouth moved.

It was not quite a smile. It was the precursor to one, the shape a smile makes in the moment before it decides to fully arrive.

She crossed the room and stopped at a comfortable distance, looking down at him with an assessing quality that was entirely without condescension.

"I am Sapphira Draxis," she introduced herself. "The last carrier of the Royal Bloodline in the Land of Dragons."

The name reverberated into the room with authority.

Adonis matched her gaze. His memory, even through the fog of near-depletion and unconsciousness, had preserved certain things with perfect clarity:

The moment her vast form had appeared from the east. The single wingbeat that had scattered powerhouses across the sky. The words she had spoken over him in the ruins of the Capital, calm and absolute and leaving no room in the world for negotiation.

"You saved us," he said.

"I did," she confirmed, without false modesty and without pride. Simply fact, stated cleanly.

"Then you have my gratitude. And this is not a small thing, from me."

She studied him for a moment. "I know," she then said.

He looked at her sapphire eyes a few seconds longer, then looked past her toward the open colonnade and the world beyond it.

"Mariana... Where is she? What is her condition?"

Something in Sapphira’s expression shifted again, but she answered anyway:

"She is alive. The wound was severe. The spear carried a intense elemental energy that would have been fatal in most circumstances."

"But not be worried. We treated her with Dragon’s Salve. There is no equivalent substance in the human kingdoms. It has been used to close wounds that human medicine has no framework for addressing."

"She will recover fully. She is sleeping now, as your body needs to sleep after the Salve works through it."

The tightness in Adonis’s chest released by increments, slow and profound, the way a fist unclenches after gripping something for too long.

He exhaled.

"Good," he said. The word carried more weight than its single syllable suggested.

Sapphira watched him absorb the relief with those calm, measuring eyes, and said nothing for a moment, allowing the space to be what it needed to be.

Then she straightened slightly. "You need to rest and recuperate. Your Ether reserves are severely depleted. Pushing yourself now would cause damage that even Dragon’s Salve cannot efficiently address."

"Rest here and recover. There will be time for everything else."

She turned to leave.

"Sapphira." he called out all of a sudden.

She stopped, then looked back at him.

He was not sure, entirely, why he had said her name. Perhaps simply to confirm that the word existed in his mouth, that this was real and not some final dream his mind had constructed in the last moments of consciousness.

"Thank you," he said finally. "For what you did. For what you said over those ruins. I will not forget it."

She shook her head.

"There is no need."

Then she was gone.

Adonis sat for a long moment on the edge of the bed.

Then, moving carefully and with the particular deliberateness of a body that is functional but not yet fully itself, he rose and walked to the colonnade.

What lay beyond it mesmerised him completely.

He had seen beautiful things in two lifetimes.

He had seen mountain ranges that cut the horizon like the spine of a buried giant, and oceans that went on beyond the reach of sight or imagination, and cities built by people who understood that beauty was not separate from power but was one of its purest expressions.

But, he had seen nothing like this.

The Dragon Kingdom spread out before him in every direction, vast and ancient and alive in a way that the human world, for all its grandeur, had never quite achieved.

The land itself was generous, rolling in long, unhurried waves of deep green and gold, threaded through with rivers that caught the light and held it in long, luminous lines across the landscape.

The trees were enormous. The smallest of them was wider than any building he had seen in the Capital. Their canopies were so high that the lowest branches existed at the height most human structures aspired to as their ceilings.

Between them, structures of that same grown-rather-than-built quality rose and curved and connected.

The sky above it all was deeper than sky had any right to be.

And colourful enormous dragons were gliding throught it.

Seein all those, a single syllable came out from his mouth,

"Beautiful."