Shut up, malevolent dragon! I don’t want to have any more children with you V2C18

Chapter 18: Shut up, prison isn’t the place for you to show affection

Inside the dungeon, the maid Maureen—or should I say, the traitor Maureen—was chained to a rack with forbidden magic iron chains.

Suddenly, crisp footsteps echoed outside the cell.

High heels clicked against the cold tiles, reverberating in the dark and damp iron cage.

“Creak—”

The prison door opened, and Maureen faintly heard the familiar yet commanding voice giving orders to the guard watching over her.

“You two, stand guard outside. His Highness and I want to personally interrogate her.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

The guard responded, tossing aside the blood-stained whip in his hand, hinting subtly at their dissatisfaction with their unfinished work.

Leon’s gaze lingered on the whip for a moment, the bloodstains on it depicting the cries that once echoed in this dungeon.

Then he looked up at Maureen, the former loyal servant now reduced to a pathetic state, like a statue in ruins. Once splendid, now only the traces of erosion from wind and rain remained. Her disheveled hair scattered around her face, with the cold stone rack serving as a backdrop, painting the image of a traitor.

For traitors, no one, no race, could tolerate them.

These traitors, wearing the skins of their kin but carrying hidden daggers, perhaps never truly realized the destructive consequences of the secrets they exchanged in the darkness.

Those silent acts of betrayal could, in an instant, take away the lives of countless innocents and even destroy a once peaceful homeland.

Leon had experienced betrayal and witnessed the losses it brought firsthand.

So now he had little sympathy for traitors, spies, or moles. Of course, by sympathy, I mean attempting to understand the motives behind their betrayal, not intending to go easy on them. This shift in mindset was largely thanks to that guy Victor. Upon learning his motives for betrayal, Leon felt that asking such questions was a waste of time.

So it was only before this fishing expedition enforcement against Maureen that he told Rosvitha, his fake wife, that understanding the traitor’s motives was unnecessary.

Hmm, it seems she actually listened to him.

“Are you going to ask, or should I?” Rosvitha’s voice interrupted Leon’s thoughts.

Leon snapped back to attention, leaning against the table, arms crossed. “You go ahead.”

“Why? This is clearly your own business.” Although reluctant in words, Rosvitha didn’t show a clear refusal either.

Leon chuckled. “You’re the official here, better at this stuff than I am.”

Rosvitha rolled her eyes in a gesture of speechless annoyance. “Then you better learn seriously, not just fighting.”

“Sure, sure, I’m learning. Now, start showing me what you’ve got, Professor Melkvi.”

(Shut up, prison isn’t the place for you to show affection!)

Rosvitha slowly turned her head, lifting her gaze to Maureen on the iron rack.

“What tasks did Constantine assign to you?”

Maureen’s response was only the weak sound of her breath.

“Besides reporting my exact due date, did he give you any other orders?”

The lifeless traitor still hung her head, offering no response.

“Maureen, Constantine is dead. You don’t need to remain loyal to him. Tell me what I want to know, and I’ll let you leave this world painlessly.”

“Ha…ha…”

After several rounds of threats and questioning, Maureen remained tight-lipped. Rosvitha was about to speak again when she heard stifled laughter behind her. She half-turned, silver eyes narrowing at Leon. “What are you laughing at?”

“Nothing… Just reminded of something amusing.”

“What amusing thing?”

“I was learning interrogation techniques from the Silver Dragon Queen, but after interrogating for half a day, the other party didn’t say a word. Truly top-notch skills, Your Majesty.”

Rosvitha rolled her eyes at him, not bothering to argue, and simply replied, “Idiot, pay attention.”

With that, Rosvitha approached and gently placed her palm on Maureen’s forehead. Soon, a faint silver light shimmered, transforming into numerous streams of fluid-like substance that flowed into Maureen’s brain through her veins.

Leon squinted, carefully observing, and realized that it wasn’t her blood vessels being occupied by Rosvitha’s magic, but Maureen’s magical pathways.

As Maureen’s body began to resist the intrusion of foreign magic into her own magical pathways, she could do nothing but tremble and growl lowly, her hands and feet bound by forbidden magic chains.

Undoubtedly, the process was somewhat painful, but it hadn’t reached lethal levels yet. Leon trusted that Rosvitha knew what she was doing.

Even though traitors deserved death, it wouldn’t happen right now.

After a few minutes, Rosvitha withdrew her hand, exhaling a sigh of relief. Leon then spoke up, “Did you just use some kind of memory probing magic?”

Rosvitha took a brief breath before turning to Leon. “Yes.”

Leon shrugged. “If this skill is so useful, why didn’t you use it earlier, Your Majesty?”

“Because memory probing magic comes with a lot of limitations and costs.”

Rosvitha reached out, tilting Maureen’s chin up so Leon could get a better look at her current state. She seemed more vacant, her gaze far more distant than before.

“Firstly, the principle of memory probing magic involves forcibly injecting one’s own power into the target’s magical pathways within the skull. This causes irreversible damage to the target’s brain. If valid memories aren’t obtained during this process, the target will be completely uncooperative in subsequent interrogations. So, unless absolutely necessary, we don’t resort to memory probing during questioning.”

“Secondly.”

She withdrew her hand, and Maureen’s head drooped once more. Her complexion wasn’t great either.

Leon observed her and hesitated, words of concern bubbling up instinctively. But when they reached his lips, they didn’t sound as cheesy.

“Does it consume a lot of your magic?”

But Rosvitha shook her head. “Because it’s a rapid scan of the target’s memories, it’s like I experienced everything Maureen went through in the past few years in just a few minutes.”

Leon pursed his lips, feeling a bit awkward, and managed to force out, “Thank you for your hard work…”

Rosvitha gave a slight hum.

“Finally, something pleasant to hear from you, idiot.”

Leon’s face turned red as he recalled his earlier teasing about Rosvitha’s interrogation skills. But now, the Silver Dragon Queen had gone to such lengths to help him get something out of Maureen. The situation suddenly felt different.

After regaining his composure, Rosvitha continued, “Constantine never told her anything about your human identity, so we don’t need to worry about that—”

Rosvitha paused, feeling that her previous phrasing was a bit off, so she quickly corrected herself, “You don’t need to worry about that anymore.”

Leon raised an eyebrow, keenly catching the Queen’s lightning-fast change of words earlier. “Actually, what you were about to say was ‘we don’t need to worry’… am I right?”

Rosvitha: →_→

“Casmode, the dungeon of my Silver Dragon clan is not the place for you to… for you to… uh…”

Rosvitha wanted to retort, but for a moment, she couldn’t find a suitable adjective to describe Leon’s behavior.

However, General Leon was a master of both military strategy and words, so he directly helped his beloved wife finish her sentence.

“Not the place for us to flirt, I understand.”

“You’re insufferable.”

Since Maureen didn’t know about Leon’s human identity, the couple didn’t need to be nervous anymore.

After exchanging a few jokes, Rosvitha suddenly became serious again, adding another crucial clue, “Oh, by the way, Maureen has had several face-to-face conversations with Constantine. From those conversations, it seems we can infer… that there might be more than one Dragon King cooperating with the human empire.”