Vol. 1 Ch. 13

Rosvitha burst into the room, scanning for the scoundrel’s presence. Lifting the hem of her long skirt, she searched every corner of the room.

In the bedroom, Muen was sound asleep. Meanwhile, Rosvitha spotted Leon at the small table on the balcony. There he was, sitting calmly, holding a teacup in one hand and a book titled “Complete Collection of Enlightening Dragon Tales” in the other. He leisurely sipped tea and earnestly read the book, seemingly oblivious to Rosvitha’s hostile presence.

It wasn’t until Rosvitha walked onto the balcony, closing the door behind her, that Leon seemed to realize and opened his mouth suddenly in apparent realization.

“You seem quite leisurely here, Leon,” Rosvitha said.

Leon set aside the teacup and the storybook, stood up, and asked in confusion, “What’s wrong?”

It was a deliberately feigned ignorance. Leon knew that his actions would lead to such consequences. So when Rosvitha confronted him, he was already prepared.

“What’s going on? You can’t possibly not know what’s on your mind,” She questioned.

“I want to go home,” Leon replied straightforwardly.

“Nonsense! The dragon mark reacted just now. Don’t play dumb with me here,” Rosvitha retorted.

Not only just now, but even at this moment, the dragon marks on their chests still emitted a faint purple glow. Dragon marks would uncontrollably evoke emotions between the two. So, despite the stern confrontation between the two, what they truly felt was known only to themselves. However, Leon was prepared to stick to his guns.

“What does the dragon mark reaction mean?” He asked.

“Playing dumb, huh! I already told you that night, when one person starts missing another, the dragon marks resonate. Intentionally triggering this resonance now, you want to embarrass me in front of others, don’t you?” Rosvitha accused.

Leon observed Rosvitha’s embarrassed, angry, and anxious appearance. Despite his calm exterior, he was secretly enjoying the situation. This was exactly the effect he wanted. Anyway, he was like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water – no matter how she asked, he wouldn’t admit it.

Leon opened his mouth, intending to retort against Rosvitha, but inexplicably, the words he had planned to say transformed into, “Why are you being aggressive towards me? Don’t you have faults too?”

Hiss—

Although this was a form of retort against Rosvitha, why did it come out sounding so helpless and wronged? Leon was puzzled. He had initially prepared more aggressive words, so why did it turn out like this when he spoke?

However, looking at Rosvitha’s face, which was full of astonishment and confusion, the impact of that statement seemed quite effective. Her vertically-slit dragon pupils were filled with disbelief, and accompanying this surprise was a gradually spreading blush on her face. The blush was subtle, but against her fair skin, it appeared particularly noticeable.

It even extended to the tips of her ears.

Wait a minute. This didn’t seem right.

She came here with the intention of dealing with him, but why hadn’t she acted yet? Instead, he seemed to have outwitted her with just a few words.

Making statements like “Don’t you have faults too?”…

It was really—

Uh…

It was really—shameless!@@novelbin@@

Saying such things as a defeated captive is truly shameless!

Rosvitha comforted herself in her mind, planning to say something more to mock or ridicule Leon. However, the reaction of the dragon mark became increasingly intense. Her heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably, and the more she looked at the scoundrel in front of her, the more pleasing he seemed. She was almost losing control of the dragon race’s innate reproductive instincts. She furrowed her brow, knowing that if she continued to delay, twenty minutes wouldn’t be enough to finish things.

Taking advantage of the fact that the dragon marks hadn’t completely burned away her last bit of rationality, Rosvitha gave Leon a cold glance.

“You’re lucky, Leon. If there’s a next time, I won’t let you off the hook,” She declared.

“Oh, I’m so scared.”

“Disgusting!”

“Yeah, yeah, I feel disgusted.”

Rosvitha snorted coldly, lifted her skirt, and walked quickly towards the exit.

“Be quiet, Muen is sleeping.”

“Who asked you to care!”

Thud—

Rosvitha slammed the door shut, and the sound of her footsteps gradually faded away. Confirming that Rosvitha had walked far enough, Leon finally breathed a sigh of relief.

“Phew—I knew it. Once the dragon marks react, it temporarily lowers the reasoning of that dragon. Just casually say a few sincere words, and she believes it.”

Normally, Rosvitha would never have let it go so easily just because of Leon’s seemingly sincere words. Her vengeful nature was exceptionally strong.

If Leon played with her like this, she would definitely retaliate. However, the resonance of the dragon marks forced Rosvitha’s brain to release hormones and dopamine, making it difficult for her to think absolutely calmly in the short term. Therefore, she fell into Leon’s trap.

Leon also accurately targeted this aspect. Therefore he dared to be so reckless—

Of course, if his risky move backfired, it wouldn’t matter. His goal had already been achieved—disgusting Rosvitha.

Leon was about to take a seat, but the dragon marks on his chest still felt warm, causing him to furrow his brow. He raised his hand to soothe the restlessness of the dragon marks on his chest. But instead, he felt an uncontrollable and intense heartbeat in his palm…

“The dragon marks will make both parties involuntarily develop emotions towards each other,” He muttered, recalling the scene with Rosvitha.

He wondered if his smooth words, tinged with a hint of green tea fragrance, were something he would normally say. Certainly, he had deceived Rosvitha with those words.

But had he also deceived himself?

Half-truths and half-lies were the most convincing, even to the deceiver themselves, he realized with a slight tremor in his pupils. He leaned against the wall, closing his eyes slightly, forcing himself to clear out the jumbled thoughts in his mind.

Meanwhile, Rosvitha hurriedly left the temple, heading towards the pavilion in the courtyard, still feeling the reaction of the dragon marks.

Covering her chest, she couldn’t help but think about Leon’s innocent expression and his words with a hint of green tea fragrance.

As a woman, she could sense a hint of that fragrance in his words.

But even so, she couldn’t stop herself from thinking about what he said. She never imagined that the dignified Silver Dragon Queen would be so restless over a simple sentence.

If this got out, it would surely be embarrassing! In her haste, she quickly descended the temple stairs, feeling a bit of relief as she distanced herself from the awkwardness of the temple. Her somewhat panicked appearance caught the attention of a maid nearby.

“Your Majesty, she looks really strange,” One maid remarked.

“The last time I saw her this nervous was at the victory banquet two years ago,” Another added.

“Your Majesty… Your Majesty!” The maid called out.

“What’s wrong?” Rosvitha stopped in her tracks. The maid nodded slightly, asking, “Your Majesty, you look a bit unwell. Are you sick?”

Rosvitha quickly shook her head, “No, I’m fine.”

“Alright, Your Majesty, please take care of yourself.”

“Um… I know. You can continue with your tasks.”

Rosvitha continued down the steps, feeling the conflicting emotions of a dragon’s nature and a woman’s desires twisting inside her. Without fully sorting out her thoughts, she returned to the pavilion in a daze.

Isabella looked at her somewhat confused and blushing sister, asking, “It seems like you’ve secretly done something naughty without telling me.”

Rosvitha pursed her lips, avoiding eye contact, but finally gathered the courage to ask her sister seriously, “Sis.”

“Yeah!”

“Am I very fierce?”

“Huh!” Isabella seemed puzzled.

As soon as Rosvitha uttered those words, she immediately realized that she shouldn’t have asked, so she quickly changed the subject, “Oh, it’s nothing.”

Isabella frowned slightly, “What on earth could make the Silver Dragon Queen so flustered? Could it be—wait, what is that?”

Isabella pointed at Rosvitha’s chest. Her dress already had a somewhat low neckline, and earlier, Leon suggested she pull it up a bit.

But with all the commotion, the neckline had slipped back down. What Isabella was pointing at was precisely the corner of the dragon mark on Rosvitha’s chest.

Rosvitha glanced down, then quickly covered it, “It’s nothing… sis, you must have seen it wrong.”

Isabella smirked, revealing her small fangs, “Dragon, pattern—hiss~ Young people play quite recklessly. It seems like you and your husband indeed have a good relationship.”

Rosvitha pouted, somewhat disgruntled, and defended herself, “My relationship with him isn’t really that great, sis.”

Isabella lazily leaned against the back of the chair, smiling as she asked, “I know most dragon kings’ unions are for the sake of benefits and the clan, with little room for love. But, for you and your man, getting married at warp speed and having a child just as fast, the relationship should be quite good, right?”

“Getting married and having offspring doesn’t necessarily mean the relationship is great. As for him…”

Rosvitha’s pupils flickered as she continued, “There’s not a hint of excitement for him, not now, not in the future.”

Isabella knew her sister too well. But since Rosvitha was so certain, Isabella chose to comply with her.

“All right, all right. Anyway, take care of yourself and take care of the little princess.”

“Yes, I will, sister.”

“Well, let’s continue talking about Konstantin. That guy has been quite active lately.”

“Um…”

But Rosvitha was still somewhat absent-minded. She felt the gradually fading warmth in her chest. Clearly, the reaction to the dragon pattern had already begun to subside, so why couldn’t she help but think about Leon and recall the scene just now?

Rosvitha frowned slightly, biting her lower lip.

“Damn dragon slayers, they still haven’t been disciplined enough!”