Book 4: Chapter 40 |
The sun slowly rose from beyond the horizon.
The first strand of golden light, like a beam of salvation, bathed the world.
After enduring the cool of night, all things finally tasted warmth again.
Bright sunshine, a gentle morning breeze—so comfortable that one wished time could freeze at this moment—
Except for one unfortunate married couple.
On the balcony outside the queen’s bedroom, two “corpses” were slumped against the railing, their arms hanging limply like puppets with cut strings.
“Just which trashy romance novel taught you that it has to last until sunrise? I swear I’ll burn that book myself later.”
“Hah… the book only mentioned dawn. But I—I am a Dragon King… how could I possibly be compared to the ordinary dragons in books?”
“Your Majesty, there’s really no need to compete over this kind of thing, especially not with fictional characters.”
Those novels where things last three or four hours straight are already pushing it.
And yet, Rosvitha somehow managed to take that exaggeration and stack another absurd multiplier on top—
The deadliest part being that General Leon actually managed to keep up.
No wonder unfortunate couples are said to be made for each other.
The old saying goes: there’s no such thing as worn-out land, only exhausted cattle. But when it came to Rosvitha, the saying should be rewritten as:
Land that can’t be worn out, cattle that can’t be exhausted, sheets that can’t be finished washing, and floors that can’t be wiped clean.
The couple rested briefly, then supported each other as they made their way from the balcony back into the living room.
But they stopped at the doorway, unwilling to step any farther inside.
Inside lay the battlefield of their all-night campaign.
As far as the eye could see—utter devastation.
Rosvitha’s legs went weak. One hand rested on Leon’s shoulder, the other on the doorframe, as she surveyed the chaotic living room.
“Did we… do all this?”
“Yes. You don’t remember?”
“I…”
At that, the queen’s already pale face flushed red in an instant.
She truly didn’t remember the specifics of last night.
And at this point, she knew exactly why she didn’t remember.
After a moment’s thought, she glanced at Leon guiltily, silently hoping he wouldn’t guess—
“It’s normal if you don’t remember. You were conscious for very little of last night. Most of the time you were at your peak—”
“Shut up!”
“Oh.”
Years of “turning in homework” had thoroughly expanded the general’s understanding of physiology.
He didn’t know about other women, but at least with a female dragon, the frequency of reaching peak pleasure followed an exponential curve.
At the start of the night, they’d stay in sync—one for one, perfectly matched, harmonious and joyful.
But as things went on, her frequency quickly surpassed his.
That was also why everything Rosvitha said that morning came out in a hoarse voice.
And it was all that damn dog-man’s fault for insisting she call his name last night…
Sure, it was exciting, but—but what was there to shout about anyway?! Childish!
“What are all these dark and light stains?”
Rosvitha asked, then straightened slightly and sucked in a sharp breath. “Don’t tell me that’s your—”
“No. It’s yours.”
“How do you know it’s mine?”
“Because last night you said you’d use purification magic on yourself afterward and told me not to worry—said I could leave everything inside.”
Her whole body tingled. “How can you say something that obscene with such a straight face?”
“Because my sense of shame was completely shattered in last night’s battle.”
“……”
A person without restraint is invincible.
Rosvitha let out a soft sigh. “I thought we’d only be in the bedroom.”
Leon shrugged calmly. “You soaked the bed, so we had to move the battlefield to the living room, the bathroom—didn’t even spare the entryway—”
“Alright, stop. That’s enough.”
Leon supported Rosvitha over to the sofa, laid out a clean blanket, and only then let her sit down.
Then he turned and looked at the wreckage around them.
“Judging by this, we can’t let the maids clean up. Unless you want them to know that their queen and prince consort are secretly homework-addicted maniacs.”
Rosvitha covered her face. “Let me rest a bit first. Then we’ll clean.”
Her voice was still hoarse.
Leon thought for a moment, stepped carefully across the mess, and went into the kitchen.
Soon, he returned with a cup of honey water.
He half-knelt by her legs and handed it to her.
“Here. This’ll help your throat.”
“Okay.”
She took it and sipped gently.
Warm and sweet, smooth as it slid down her throat—very soothing.
“I’ve been thinking,” Rosvitha said.
“About what?”
“From now on, we should try to end things before midnight.”
Leon blinked, then chuckled.
“Come on, Your Majesty. How could midnight be enough? You’re a thoroughly tempered Dragon King—forget midnight, even three a.m. would be no problem, right?”
She shot him an annoyed look and lightly kicked at his chest.
He caught her foot easily.
Her small, delicate foot pressed against Leon’s bare chest, feeling his solid muscles and steady heartbeat.
Her ankle was firmly held in his large hand, unable to move.
“Let go,” Rosvitha said sternly.
“You’re the one who offered it. Now you want me to let go? That’s not how it works.”
She laughed in spite of herself and played along.
“What, planning to eat dragon hoof for breakfast?”
“Yeah. Didn’t get enough dragon hoof for a midnight snack—making up for it this morning.”
“Go die, idiot.”
She exerted a little force and broke free.
Then she crossed her long legs, leaned back into the sofa, and opened her arms in a clear hug me gesture.
Leon understood immediately, stood up, and sat beside her.
Only then did the queen finally relax completely, leaning into Leon’s shoulder, wrapped in a sense of safety.
He was bare-chested. Her palm rested lightly on his firm abs, slender fingers gliding over the muscle before circling his waist.
“Thanks for your hard work,” Rosvitha said softly.
“It wasn’t hard.”
“I wasn’t talking to you.”
She poked his waist. “I was talking to it.”
Leon was about to retort, then suddenly thought of something better.
“If you’re thanking it, shouldn’t you thank this too?”
Rosvitha blinked in confusion. “What?”
Leon reached to pull down his pants—
“Hey—hey—stop!!”
She hurriedly grabbed his wrist and thumped his chest with a playful punch.
“I thank your entire body, Leon. Happy now?”
Leon grinned smugly and crossed his legs in satisfaction.
See that? Even if the Dragonslayer position is gone, the talent remains.
Effortlessly handling a silly little dragon.
After fooling around a bit, the couple leaned together on the sofa, patiently waiting for their strength to recover before cleaning up.
Suddenly, Leon’s peripheral vision caught a glimpse of an old slip of paper under the coffee table.
One of the drawers was half-open—probably knocked loose during last night’s enthusiasm.
Curious, Leon picked up the paper.
“What is it?” Rosvitha leaned over and saw many names written on it.
They were names of Dragon Kings.
The couple exchanged a glance as old memories surfaced.
Long ago, while investigating which Dragon Kings had secretly colluded with the Empire, they had infiltrated the Crimson Flame Dragon territory and obtained this list from someone slated to succeed Constantine as the next Crimson Flame Dragon King.
The names recorded here were all Dragon Kings who had conspired with the Empire.
Rosvitha scanned it once.
“Everyone on this list was either killed by you or judged at the recent Dragon King Conclave.”
“Hm…”
Leon pondered briefly, then his gaze stopped on the final name.
“But whether they were killed or punished—none of that includes this one.”
Following his finger, Rosvitha read the name aloud.
“Warhammer Dragon King… Adam.”
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Footnotes:
- yuānzhǒng fūqīPinyin: yuānzhǒng fūqīMeaning: Internet slang for a couple bound by mutual suffering or chaotic fate; “doomed but inseparable.”
- jiāo zuòyèPinyin: jiāo zuòyèMeaning: Euphemistic internet slang couples use for sexual activity; literally “turning in homework.”
- sèqínPinyin: sèqínMeaning: Slang for something indecent, lewd, or risqué.
- nániēPinyin: nániēMeaning: Slang meaning to firmly control or “have someone completely handled.”
- lángjíPinyin: lángjíMeaning: A mess or scene of total destruction; chaotic aftermath.
- huángsè xiǎoshuōPinyin: huángsè xiǎoshuōMeaning: Colloquial term for erotic or trashy romance novels.
- bù fàngguòPinyin: bù fàngguòMeaning: “Not sparing” or “leaving nothing untouched,” often used humorously in exaggeration.