Shut up, malevolent dragon! I don’t want to have any more children with you V1C193

Chapter 193: Silver Dragon Queen? Silver Dragon Vinegar King!

There’s an old saying that absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Although this pair of unfortunate spouses had never experienced a honeymoon, the few days of separation seemed to have worked wonders for them.

From the slight hints of genuine emotion revealed at their farewell, to the perfect degree of longing for each other after a few days apart, and finally, their reunion in the rain, every step was intertwined and essential.

After the layers of emotional ups and downs, it was time to turn all these days of yearning into tangible actions.

Outdoors, under the open sky, clothes strewn across the grass.

Rosvitha leaned against the bushes, the rough texture of the bush rubbing against her tender back, providing a perfect angle for her to admire the handsome and resolute face of Leon.

The more she looked, the more fascinated she became. How could someone be so perfectly formed in this world? Every inch of skin, every scar, every contour, all deeply resonated with Rosvitha’s aesthetic sensibilities.

She raised her hand to brush across the man’s face, feeling the warmth emanating from it.

Their silver and black eyes met, and Rosvitha parted her red lips, her voice soft, “Kiss me.”

She didn’t forcefully hold the back of Leon’s head, just placed her hand on his face, waiting for him to kiss her of his own accord.

Leon also raised his hand, gently resting it on the back of Rosvitha’s hand,

“Do you really want me to kiss you?”

“Don’t you want to?”

“Is the current situation not… satisfactory for you?”

With those words, he followed up with a reinforced “basic attack.”

Rosvitha keenly felt the intensity of the confrontation with Leon.

With this level of intensity, she was certainly satisfied.

Despite the fact that the couple had always taken a route of tormenting each other for such a long time, it didn’t mean they didn’t understand each other’s “tolerance threshold.”

Practice makes perfect, that’s the truth of it.

But women, they always want more.

Rosvitha furrowed her attractive brows, cheeks flushed, lightly rubbing Leon’s lips with her fingers,

“I just want you to kiss me, stop talking nonsense.”

“Begging someone to do something, is this your attitude? Hm?”

As the ‘calligrapher’ wrote, whenever the mood and inspiration came, the strokes naturally became heavier and more powerful, creasing the paper.

Leon knew very well how to take care of Rosvitha, and naturally, Rosvitha also understood some of his tricks.

When Leon felt he had taken the throne of the household, if Rosvitha made some requests or demands, he would “lure” her and slowly engage with her, constantly teasing her with rhetorical questions.

And after each rhetorical question, there would be a reinforcement of the mood and inspiration of the ‘calligrapher.’

Rosvitha pinpointed this, of course, and was willing to watch her adorable captive indulge freely.

“So what kind of attitude do you want from me? Should I… call you… husband?” Rosvitha smiled, her delicate cheeks blushing, adding a touch of charm to her coquettish smile.

Leon bent down, leaning close to Rosvitha’s face, the couple’s breath mingling, he looked into those trembling silver eyes, lowering his voice, “Go ahead, little dragoness.”

A smile played at the corner of Rosvitha’s mouth as she gently pinched Leon’s ear and leaned in, “I… refuse to call you.”

Without waiting for Leon to speak, Rosvitha slightly parted her lips and delicately bit down on his earlobe.

Ticklish, with a hint of pain.

Leon, of course, wouldn’t let her get away with it.

This dragon slayer’s stamina recovered remarkably quickly. Just a few hours ago, he seemed drained, sitting under a tree in the rain, but now he had accumulated so much vitality.

Is he truly worthy of being called the strongest dragon slayer? Whether on the battlefield or in their ‘battlefield,’ he could make the dragon race suffer immensely.

After resisting for a while, the Silver Dragon Queen finally surrendered.

“I was wrong… I was wrong, Leon… I won’t dare again…”

Normally, she wouldn’t give in so easily. But this time, the couple had been married for so long, and finally experiencing a honeymoon-like separation, she decided to play the role of a delicate and coy wife, letting her foolish captive experience what it’s like to be the head of the household.

As expected, the dragon slayer hero took the bait eagerly.

“Do you realize your mistake now?”

“Mmhm… I won’t force you to kiss me anymore…”

The pitiful look of the Silver Dragon Queen was rare, but enough to enchant the person beside her.

Leon reached out, brushing aside the strands of Rosvitha’s hair dampened by sweat, his fingertips lingering on her cheek, his heavy breath gently brushing against her face, carrying an intoxicating scent of hormones.

He leaned in, lightly kissing the queen’s hot lips.

After a brief, shallow kiss, Leon lifted his head slightly, looking into Rosvitha’s eyes, silent.

Rosvitha stared back at him, immediately understanding the fool’s intention.

Hmph, he’s pretending again.

Fine, let him pretend. After all, if she doesn’t let him pretend now, there won’t be another chance in the future.

Blushing, she turned her head away, like a shy little bride,

“Husband.”

“Look at me when you say it.”

Oh, what a childish man.

But well, Rosvitha looked into Leon’s eyes and repeated, earnestly yet somewhat artificially,

“Hus~band~”

Satisfying.

Since he was satisfied, Leon didn’t continue teasing the little dragoness and proceeded with the next steps smoothly.

Communication between spouses is a process of mutual care, after all.

About an hour later, the birds in the forest were startled by a bone-chilling dragon roar, flapping their wings as they flew out of the woods.

After enjoying the beautiful scenery together, the couple lay on the grass, savoring the moment.

Because they were in the wilderness and it was broad daylight, even though there was no one around, a sense of shame flooded over them after their “task” was completed.

Rosvitha hastily put on her dress and leaned tiredly against the bush.

By this time, Leon’s shirt had been dried by the campfire. He took it down from a tree branch, put it on, then sat down beside Rosvitha.

After the pleasure, there’s usually some simple chitchat, passing the time while also recovering energy.

“So, did you catch the spy this time when you went back?” Rosvitha asked.

Leon nodded, “Yes, I did. It was—”

“Don’t say it! Let me guess!” Rosvitha’s playful spirit emerged.

Leon smiled and turned his head to look at Rosvitha.

Whether intentional or not, to Rosvitha, that smile seemed to carry a hint of indulgence, as if Leon was also willing to play this simple and childish spy guessing game with her.

“Okay, then guess,” Leon said.

Rosvitha thought for a moment, “It’s that female gunner!”

Leon lowered his brows, “Why does your excited tone sound more like you hope she’s the spy rather than just guessing…”

Rosvitha shrugged, “Really? I didn’t mean it that way. Anyway, it’s just a random guess, why do you care which one I guess? So, was my guess right?”

“No, it wasn’t.”

“Ah, too bad.”

Leon: ?

He really hoped it was Rebecca who was the spy!

Who’s the Silver Dragon Queen now?

Silver Dragon Vinegar King!

“Then… is it the young master of the minister’s family?” Rosvitha asked.

Leon shook his head, “It’s the second son of that old family.”

“Oh~~ What’s your decision then?”

Leon made a ‘pistol’ gesture with his hand, then pointed it at his temple.

“Bang~”

Rosvitha chuckled, “Don’t you feel regretful?”

“Regretful about what?”

“After all, he was once your comrade.”

“In matters like this… as a king, you should understand the logic better than me, right? Traitors must be dealt with.”

Rosvitha lifted a strand of hair from her face behind her ear and nodded in agreement.

Being in a high position, there would naturally be more rebels.

In the years since Rosvitha took power, she had experienced many such situations. When she asked just now, she only wanted to gauge Leon’s state of mind.

If the dragon slayer hero was feeling a bit shaken, she would use her century of experience to comfort him. But fortunately, Leon always turned out to be stronger than she expected—well, in every aspect, really.

After discussing the spy situation, Leon asked, “Should we go home now? Noia and the others haven’t seen us for several days, they must be worried, right?”

“Okay.”

Rosvitha stood up, dusted off her skirt, and said with a hint of longing, “I bet when we get home, the girls will be eager to run up and ask for hugs.”

After giving birth to her second child, Rosvitha’s maternal instincts had become somewhat overwhelming. This was a good thing, better than her previous cold and emotionless self.

Hiss—

So does this mean Leon can try for a third child…?

After all, the dragon traits on their second child, Aurora, were still quite prominent, indicating that Leon’s prenatal education plan had failed miserably. So if Leon wanted a baby that leaned more towards humans, he could only hope for a third child.

Well, for now, it’s just a thought.

While a third child draw is feasible, the ten months of dragon pregnancy would be torture for Leon. It needed careful consideration.

After tidying up, the couple headed towards the Silver Dragon Temple.

“Then, who do you think the girls will hug first, me or you?” Leon asked.

“Of course, it’ll be me,” Rosvitha said.

“Very well, I admire the **confidence in you,” Leon remarked.

“**Confidence? Hmph, just wait and see, the girls will definitely run to hug me first.”

Absolutely right, that’s the spirit! Casmode is practically uncomfortable all over if he doesn’t compete with this dragoness for a day!

Bickering all the way, the couple returned to the Silver Dragon Temple.

The front courtyard of the temple was quiet, with only a few patrolling guards visible, but not a single maid in sight.

Rosvitha furrowed her brow slightly, “Strange, at this time, Anna and the others should have already gotten up and started working. Why aren’t they around?”

Leon shrugged, “Maybe they took advantage of the time you were away and slacked off.”

Rosvitha gave him a sidelong glance, “I trust my subordinates, they’ve always been diligent in their work.”

Indeed, it’s true. Employees under workaholic bosses are undoubtedly also workaholics, but their dedication to work is trustworthy.

The couple didn’t linger in the courtyard for long, they entered the temple, went upstairs, and knocked on the door of the sisters’ room.

No response.

Leon tried to turn the doorknob, and the door opened.

The couple exchanged a glance, nodded in agreement tacitly, and then entered the room.

“Noia, Muen, are you there? Mom and Dad are back,” Rosvitha called out.

Still no response.

Leon and Rosvitha passed through the foyer and hallway, but they didn’t see the two sisters and their younger daughter in the bedroom.

Just as they were wondering, a wisp of green smoke drifted out from the backyard.

The couple hurried to the balcony and looked towards the backyard. In the courtyard, all the maids were gathered, while Noia and Muen stood by a bonfire, whispering to each other. Muen was holding a plate of grilled steak.

Rosvitha didn’t understand. “What are they doing? Having a picnic?”

Leon, however, understood perfectly. He silently covered his face. “Ah, I knew it!”