Book 4: Chapter 33 |
Not long after the human–dragon negotiations, the long, epoch-spanning war was officially declared over.
Although Leon still had the mysterious “Lord Shadow” on his mind, peaceful days were hard-won. Even if temporary, they were worth cherishing and enjoying.
So for now, all those worries, conspiracies, and messy schemes could roll as far away as possible.
Because General Leon was going back to being a stay-at-home dad.
This wasn’t because he had decided to “retire”—it was forced “unemployment.”
Once, he had been the Empire’s strongest dragon slayer.
Now, the Empire was gone, the human–dragon war was gone, and a dragon slayer without dragons to slay was naturally… unemployed.
Living a steady, peaceful life was more important than anything!
But then again…
The fake human–dragon war:
Both sides fight to the death for over a hundred years, ending with massive losses on both sides.
The real human–dragon war:
Dog of a man, if you don’t hand in your homework twice tonight, don’t even think about sleeping well!
As the saying goes, once you’re full and warm, desire follows—and that doesn’t just apply to humans. It applies to female Dragon Kings, too—
Especially married female Dragon Kings of nearly six years, at the peak age of being the most “energetic.”
At dinner, Rosvitha ate very little.
After finishing, she slowly stood up, walked behind Leon’s chair, and gently placed her soft hand on his shoulder.
“Don’t play with the girls too late. Come back to the room early.”
As everyone knew, couples married for many years always had a certain tacit understanding.
Especially when it came to all kinds of “homework” euphemisms.
Things like, “Honey, I bought a really pretty new nightgown, want to see it?” or “Ah, my waist is itchy, can you scratch it for me?” were all common code words.
The same applied to Leon and Rosvitha.
“Don’t play with the girls too late” meant—
I’m keeping you up all night tonight.
Leon’s eating motion froze. He glanced sideways at the slender hand on his shoulder, thinking that his body hadn’t fully recovered yet—and the dragon lady definitely wasn’t going to go easy on him.
Which meant that if “war” broke out tonight, Leon would absolutely be at a disadvantage.
“Well… I still need to teach Noa magic tonight, right?”
“No need, Dad. I want to practice on my own tonight.”
The overachiever planned to train her primal magic with the Night Spirit Crystal she’d obtained earlier, together with the ancient presence in her mind.
So she politely declined her dad.
“…Th-then I still need to play Dragon Rider with Muen.”
“Daddy, you told Muen yesterday that we can’t play Dragon Rider games that involve fighting anymore. Muen is very obedient, you know.”
Little Moon didn’t know that the human–dragon war had ended, but she knew one thing—she had to listen to Daddy. If Daddy said no, then no.
“…X-Xiaoguang—”
“If I refuse Daddy’s request, it seems like tonight will be even more fun somewhere, right?”
The Dragon of Joy didn’t fully understand adult matters, but judging from Dad’s reaction, as long as she refused him, something entertaining would definitely happen somewhere tonight.
So after asking around, Leon found that not a single one of his three lifesaving straws could be grasped.
Finally, the queen slowly bent down and leaned close to his ear, lowering her voice.
“Trust me, little lion. Tonight, you’ll see what you want to see most.”
With that, Rosvitha lightly patted Leon’s cheek. After bidding farewell to the girls, she clicked away from the dining hall in her high heels.
And Leon—who had been clinging to the idea of “stalling one day at a time”—changed his mind instantly upon hearing those words.
She knew what Leon most wanted to see;
Leon knew that she knew what he most wanted to see;
Everyone knew what General Leon most wanted to see.
So—
“Noa, practice magic properly. Muen, think of a new game. Xiaoguang, feel free to refuse Daddy without guilt. And most importantly—tonight, no one is allowed to come find Daddy to play!”
The little dragon girls stared blankly as their dad dashed out of the dining hall.
He was moving so fast that Noa couldn’t help but wonder whether Dad had become so extravagant that he now used lightning magic just to travel.
Xiaoguang blinked, then let out a soft chuckle.
“What a childish adult.”
Noa froze and looked at her little sister. “You think adults are childish sometimes, too?”
“Of course!”
“How so?”
“I had no psychological burden at all when refusing Daddy!” The pink-haired girl proudly flicked her tail.
“…So that’s what you meant.”
Noa hopped down from her chair. “I’m going to the training ground. I might be late—don’t wait up.”
“Okay, Sister~”
Noa left the dining hall.
Xiaoguang, however, narrowed her eyes slightly and kept staring at her eldest sister’s back until she disappeared around the corner.
“Xiaoguang, let’s go think of a new game together~” Muen suggested.
Xiaoguang thought for a moment, then replied, “No need. I already know what we’re playing tonight, Second Sister.”
…
Leon returned to the room and entered the bedroom, where he saw Rosvitha lying on the bed.
She was wrapped tightly in the blanket, only her neck and above exposed.
Leon paused. “What are you doing?”
“I’m sick,” the queen said in a voice she wasn’t very good at making sound weak.
“But you were bouncing around just five minutes ago.”
“…Ah, I’m sick, okay? Come here and touch—so hot.”
It didn’t seem like she was joking.
Leon immediately dropped his playful mood and hurried to the bedside, half-kneeling as he reached out to touch Rosvitha’s forehead.
“It’s fine. Not very hot.”
“I didn’t say my forehead was hot.”
“Then you—”
Before he could finish, Rosvitha slowly extended a small hand from under the blanket and gently placed it on the back of Leon’s hand.
Leon lowered his gaze—and that single look caught him completely.
Her hands were always beautiful—slender, delicate, soft boned. Leon was already used to that.
But this time, there was something tied around her wrist.
It looked like a bracer, but far more exquisite.
Before Leon could figure out what this dragon lady was planning, his hand was slowly guided under the blanket.
Warmth instantly enveloped his palm.
But it was merely warmth trapped under the blanket—not the feverish heat of illness.
“Dragon lady, what are you trying to pull? Didn’t you say there was something nice to look at? Is it you pretending to be sick?”
Rosvitha lightly bit her lower lip, her eyes sultry. “Don’t rush… go a little further in…”
She kept pulling Leon’s hand deeper beneath the covers.
Suddenly, an unfamiliar texture brushed against his fingers.
Judging by the position, she had placed his hand on her thigh.
But Leon knew her legs better than anyone—smooth and soft. This felt different.
At that moment, it felt more like a thin layer of gauze clinging tightly to her thigh, because Leon could clearly feel her body heat beneath it.
“Tell me—what are you touching?”
“Uh… your leggings?”
Rosvitha loved wearing dresses, so anti-exposure leggings were a necessity.
But even as Leon said it, he rejected the idea himself.
There was no way this felt like leggings.
Rosvitha shot him a reproachful glance.
“I’ll give you a hint. It’s… a type of stockings.”
“A type of stockings?”
Leon pressed his lips together. He already knew what he was touching.
“Don’t tell me it’s… black—black stockings?”
The queen smiled softly. “Congratulations, little lion. You guessed right.”
As she spoke, she tugged the blanket upward just a little.
First came a pair of exquisite jade-like feet, toes wriggling beneath black stockings—small and adorable.
Then rounded ankles, well-proportioned calves, and thighs with just the right amount of softness—
Snow-white skin faintly visible beneath the black silk, the alluring leg line outlined like a work of art, hazy yet mysteriously seductive.
But the blanket stopped at the tops of her thighs.
Rosvitha reached out again, gently lifting Leon’s chin so he had to look at her.
“If you want to see what’s above, you’ll have to agree to one condition.”
“What?”
Her red lips parted slightly, her gaze dreamy.
“Until the sun rises tomorrow… you~ can~not~ stop~.”
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