Shut up, malevolent dragon! I don’t want to have any more children with you V2C52

Chapter 52: The Fiery Stick

“Dad, why do you suddenly look even worse? Is Dragon Power not working?” Little Light asked worriedly.

Leon was momentarily at a loss for words.

Sweetheart, it’s not that the Dragon Power isn’t working; it’s that it might be working too well. Dad is having a hard time handling it right now…

No.

It’s not just Dad who can’t handle it.

Your mom probably can’t take it either.

Thinking this, Leon raised his head to look at Rosvitha.

The dragoness was still there, enjoying the spectacle without a care, seemingly having forgotten the dire consequences of the last Dragon Power incident.

Rosvitha found the situation both amusing and exasperating.

Good news: Their youngest daughter had an innate talent for alchemy, brewing Dragon Power at just four months old, surpassing 99.9% of adults. Anyone would praise this human-dragon hybrid prodigy as extraordinary;

Bad news: In correlation, the old father had become an innate Dragon Power Saint.

This man, whose life was as glorious as it was abstract, had at least two-thirds of his comedic moments post-marriage provided by his beloved daughters.

Leon had thought Muen’s sneaky consumption of offerings was unparalleled, but now Little Light had taken things to a whole new level, knocking Dad flat.

“It’s okay, Dragon Power is a great supplement for dragons, it’s just that the effects haven’t fully kicked in yet,” Rosvitha quickly interjected, trying to smooth things over. “Dad will sweat it out tonight and be back to his lively self by tomorrow morning, so don’t worry.”

“Really, Mom?” Noah asked.

She had a persistent feeling that her father’s expression of “Don’t save me, I don’t want to live” wasn’t something that could be cured with just a little sweat.

Rosvitha sighed inwardly.

She really wasn’t good at lying in front of her daughters.

Should she tell them that their dad was about to go crazy and things were going to get a bit inappropriate for children soon?

She had no choice but to brace herself and say, “Of course, it’s true. Mom promises you that once the medicine takes effect, Dad will be fine after a good night’s sleep.”

Hearing this, the three little ones finally felt a bit relieved.

“Then, Dad, you must rest well tonight~,” Muen said, standing by the bed and shaking Leon’s wrist.

Rest?

Sweetie, Dad probably won’t get a minute of rest tonight.

“Yes… Dad knows.”

“Alright, it’s late. You should go to bed soon too. Tomorrow, you can play games with your fully recovered dad, right?” Rosvitha hurriedly tried to usher the little dragon girls out.

Dragon Power, once it kicks in, is quite terrifying.

“Okay, good night, Mom. Good night, Dad! Make sure to rest!”

“Yes, good night…”

The three little ones left the room one after another, and Rosvitha escorted them to the door, then locked it behind them.

When she returned to the bedroom, Leon was already sitting up, leaning against the headboard.

His face was noticeably redder than before, but his eyes were becoming increasingly clear.

No, not clear.

It was “exciting.”

Seeing this, the queen’s legs involuntarily weakened, and even her tail instinctively curled up a bit.

She vividly remembered that crazy rainy night when this guy first consumed Dragon Power. At that time, she had been relentless with her words, putting pressure on Leon, which led General Lei to act impulsively. He activated Dragon Power with the mantra “The song of humanity is the song of courage,” and the ensuing madness was unforgettable.

However, this time, with the debuff of illness and a cold, even with Dragon Power, he probably wouldn’t cause as much trouble as last time, right?

Rosvitha hesitated for a moment, then walked slowly to the bedside, extending her tail in front of Leon.

“Here, do you want to play?”

She recalled how last time, after he went mad, he clung to her tail and kept calling her his wife. This time, the queen decided to take the initiative, planning to soothe him like a child.

Leon rolled his eyes, about to retort to Rosvitha not to treat him like a child. But inexplicably, a voice kept whispering in his mind:

“Grab it, grab it, grab it.”

Leon frowned slightly, raising his hand to pat his head, trying to expel the demonic whispers.

However, it was to no avail.

“Grab it.”

“Grab it.”

“Grab it.”

Leon let out an impatient ‘tsk,’ and when he came to his senses, he found his hand had somehow grasped the tip of Rosvitha’s tail.

Cool, soft, and smooth—the feeling was absolutely wonderful.

Leon froze, quickly trying to explain, “I-I didn’t mean to do that… my body just suddenly moved on its own…”

Still stubborn.

Rosvitha crossed her arms and looked at him playfully, “You’re holding my tail and saying you didn’t mean to. Not very convincing.”

Hearing this, Leon immediately tried to let go. But his hand felt glued to Rosvitha’s tail, unable to release it no matter how hard he tried. Besides, the cool, smooth sensation was incredibly soothing to his feverish state.

Just holding it wasn’t enough to satisfy him.

He stared at the long tail before him, swallowing involuntarily. Then, under Rosvitha’s slightly surprised and shocked gaze, Leon gently pressed her tail against his burning forehead.

He let out a satisfied sigh.

“Silver Dragon Ice Pack, you’re amazing.”

Rosvitha curled her lips, speaking with a hint of disdain, “Should I be glad you didn’t put it in your mouth?”

“Dear…”

There it was.

The term “dear” was the prelude to his madness.

“Your tail is so cool, so comfortable.”

“So, do you like it?”

“I like it.”

“If you like it, just hold onto it and don’t do anything else, okay?”

“Yes, my dear wife!”

Pacifying a child was effortless for a mother of three. Letting Leon play with her tail was certainly better than the alternatives.

Despite his feverish state, he still had the Nine Hells Gate’s first gate buff, and Rosvitha wasn’t keen on testing Leon’s condition. She didn’t want to end up being served by a fiery 42-degree rod.

Rosvitha sat on the edge of the bed. Leon continued to play with her tail, pressing it against his face as if it were a treasured toy. After a while, the fool asked, “Honey, your tail is so much fun. Why don’t I have one?”

Rosvitha snorted, “I offered to get you a tail implant before, but you refused. Now you want one? — No way!”

Just because he wanted it, did she have to give it to him? Spoiled brat.

Leon, lost in his delirium, didn’t press the matter further and suddenly became quiet. Rosvitha didn’t find this unusual. Under the effects of Dragon Power, his thought process was as unpredictable as a frog on a sugar high, hopping from one lily pad to another with no discernible pattern.

“Honey.”

“Speak.”

“Love you~” came his delirious declaration of affection.

“Mm, love you,” she replied flatly, devoid of emotion.

“Look at me, honey.”

“Why should I look at you?” Rosvitha sat with her arms crossed, staring straight ahead, refusing to look at Leon.

“Look at me, look at me, hurry up,” Leon urged.

With a sigh, Rosvitha slowly turned her head to look at him.

Leon raised his arm over his head, extending his hand to form a big heart, looking at Rosvitha with a goofy smile. “Love you~ honey~”

Normally, nothing could compel him to engage in such childish and romantic antics with Rosvitha.

Seeing this, Rosvitha couldn’t help but laugh. However, she tried her best to keep a straight face, humming, “Hmph, you childish fool.”

“You do one too, honey.”

“I won’t.”

“Come on, do it!”

For heaven’s sake. He’s already taken Dragon Power; why not just humor him?

Rosvitha closed her eyes and sighed, then mimicked Leon’s gesture, raising her arm and pointing to her head, forming a big heart. “Love you~”

“And?”

“And what?”

“After ‘love you,’ you need to add something.”

His logic was like a super-sized version of Muen, but with the demands of a simple-minded straight man.

It was true their daughters each bore some reflection of their quirky parents.

So, what else could she do? — Just go along with it.

Thus, Rosvitha made a heart with her hands, her voice sweet and syrupy, “Love you~ hubby~”

Immediately after, she shifted her expression to a cold, detached look, lowering her eyes and speaking in a frosty tone, “Satisfied?”

Leon nodded, “Satisfied.”

Rosvitha rolled her eyes at him before standing up. “I’ll take my tail back for now. I need to use the bathroom.”

She thought Leon would obediently let go of her tail, but he suddenly pulled hard, dragging her back onto the bed.

“Hey, what are you doing—”

Before she could finish her question, the dragon tattoo on Rosvitha’s chest began to glow faintly.

“Damn… does it really have to come to this…”

“Dragoness.”

His voice came from beside her, carrying a scorching heat.

Rosvitha slowly turned her head to look at him.

He had already taken off his shirt, and the dragon tattoo on his chest was glowing, accompanied by faint blue arcs of electricity.

At that moment, the Silver Dragon Queen understood.

So tonight, she had to deal with a 42° fiery rod that also had lightning mixed in, didn’t she?