Vol. 1 Ch. 33

Rosvitha’s mouth twitched slightly, “Who, who is your wife? Let go of me quickly.”

Trying to retrieve her tail from Leon’s hands, Rosvitha spoke. But Leon directly embraced her entire tail in his arms.

Rosvitha’s waist softened, but she also reached out, pulling at the base of her tail, attempting to snatch it back forcefully. However, Leon, for some unknown reason, not only held onto her tail but also rubbed his face against it.

“Enough already, you jerk! Give me back my tail!”

Seeing Leon’s usual stubborn attitude, Rosvitha found it a bit unusual.

Uh. What should this behavior be called? Acting drunk? Being cute?

Ah, whatever! In any case, give back my tail!

Rosvitha pulled on the base of her tail while raising her foot against Leon’s chest, using it as a leverage point, starting a tug-of-war with Leon.

“Hey! Wife!”

The way he called “wife” was with proper intonation. It seemed like he was about to enlist.

Rosvitha, feeling tired, stood by the bed, hands on her hips, and said, “Believe me, Dragon Slayer, if your future wife really goes back to her parent’s home for two years, there’s only one reason—you’ve offended your current wife.”

“Wife, please don’t be mad at me~. I won’t disappoint you again in the future!”

Rosvitha scratched her nose. She noticed that even though Leon was currently acting a bit crazy, the way he spoke seemed oddly familiar…

After some thought, Rosvitha suddenly realized.

“Muen.”

Truly, he was the real deal — even Rosvitha couldn’t help but exclaim in her heart. But what could be the cause of his current craziness…

Rosvitha rubbed her chin, furrowing her brows in contemplation. Long Dali should only have the effect of strengthening the body. After consuming it, one shouldn’t experience this… unclear consciousness and even hallucinations.

Leon sat on the edge of the bed, holding Rosvitha’s tail as if cradling a precious object, swaying back and forth. Rosvitha watched him, then raised her hand to her chest, trying to sense the dragon pattern.

No response.

“It seems like he’s genuinely just having a fit.”

Rosvitha had never encountered such symptoms before and didn’t know how long they would last. Since the dragon pattern showed no response and her daughters were probably asleep, she wasn’t hurrying to leave.

Rosvitha sighed with relief and sat down beside Leon. She let him keep holding the tail for now. She didn’t plan to snatch it back immediately. But Leon was still a bit restless.

“Wife…”

Rosvitha didn’t want to pay him any attention.

“Wife, wife~”

“Go away and die.”

“Wife, wife, wife, wife, wife—”

“Ah, okay, okay, I’m here, what’s up, speak.”

Rosvitha couldn’t resist a lunatic who was high on medication. But even though she complained, a deeper blush spread across Rosvitha’s face. She didn’t even realize it herself, but when Leon called her “wife,” there was a tiny bit of happiness in her heart.

“I want a second child, wife,” Leon said seriously.

“You haven’t properly taken care of the two from the first child, and you’re already thinking about a second? Be realistic.”

“I want a second child! I want a second child! Let’s have a second child tomorrow!”

Rosvitha silently covered her face. This sensation of “Adult male having a fit version of Muen” was too strong.

Could it be that deep down in the heart of this great Dragon Slayer, there was truly such an abstract side?

“Ah, okay, okay, we want a second child, not only a second, but also a third and fourth.”

Rosvitha began to play along, “Anyway, our dragon race doesn’t have family planning.”

Great! Wife, you’re amazing!

Muuuuu~~~

Leon pouted and leaned in for a kiss.

Rosvitha quickly raised her hand to cover his face, “Don’t take advantage of the situation, idiot.”

“Muuua!”

In the end, he gave a kiss on Rosvitha’s tail. This was the most speechless night for Rosvitha in the past two hundred years. Unfortunately, this might just be the beginning of tonight.

“Wife.” His tone suddenly changed, becoming deep and intense.

“What’s wrong now?”

Thud—

Leon suddenly leaned against Rosvitha’s shoulder. Rosvitha shivered but didn’t push him away, allowing him to lean against her.

“Mom and Dad miss you a lot too.”

He was referring to his master and mistress, right? Rosvitha turned her head, her chin inadvertently brushing against his hair. She lifted her hand, gently patting his cheek, and spoke softly.

“We’ll go back once we’ve settled down.”

“Wife?”

“Yes, really.”

“Wife, you’re really great!”

And with a smooch, he gave a kiss on Rosvitha’s tail. But this time, the queen didn’t disdain or reject.

Perhaps he wasn’t the fearless Empire’s Dragon Slayer at this very moment. He was just a normal young man. Yet, fate being what it was, going back wasn’t an option.

So, taking advantage of his dizzy mind, she allowed him to indulge in a moment of comfort.

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Leon’s voice interrupted Rosvitha’s thoughts, and she instinctively responded, “Hmm?”

Why did she respond so naturally?

As if… as if she was really Leon’s wife.

Rosvitha shook her head, telling herself that she was just going along with the act of a foolish man having a fit.

“I feel a bit unwell.”

Rosvitha turned to look at him, “Where does it hurt?”

“I can’t pinpoint where…”

Leon scratched his chest, “It’s like, my whole body is hot, and my chest is itchy…”

Rosvitha’s eyes flickered, and she seemed to realize something suddenly in the next second. She pulled open Leon’s collar and looked at the dragon pattern on his chest.

“This is bad.”

The dragon pattern shimmered with a faint light, and the glow intensified.

And the “discomfort” Leon mentioned earlier also began to manifest in Rosvitha.

“Help me… wife, I feel really uncomfortable…”

He moved closer, pressing his entire body against Rosvitha. He tried to hold her chin and sought a kiss.

But Rosvitha, maintaining some semblance of composure, turned her head away and pushed away Leon’s hand. “Don’t do this, Leon…”

“But I really feel uncomfortable, wife… Can you help me, please?”

“I, I… no—ah!”

Without warning, Leon pressed down on Rosvitha’s shoulders, pinning her to the bed.

“Leon, you jerk… what are you doing!”

Rosvitha tried to break free, but Leon was no longer in his previous state. He was full of strength.

Leon took Rosvitha’s tail tip into his mouth, freeing up his hands for more “meaningful” activities. He tore open the front of his shirt, revealing the uncontrollable dragon pattern.

This time, the dragon pattern showed some changes.

In addition to the faint glow, there were also sparks of electricity.

“Is that… the element of thunder…”

Rosvitha slightly widened her eyes, then noticed another thing. She looked at the tail tip Leon held in his mouth and said helplessly.

“My tail drags on the ground all day, and you don’t mind putting it in your mouth?”

With his tail in his mouth, Leon mumbled, “Wife’s tail is fragrant and clean.”

“Well, that’s not allowed! Release it from your mouth!”

Rosvitha directly pulled her tail back from Leon’s mouth. Meanwhile, the dragon pattern on his chest reacted even more intensely.

She didn’t know what specific effects the interplay of lightning elements in the dragon pattern’s reaction would have. But the immediate sensation from her body was… a stronger desire for “procreation” than in any previous instance. She clutched the sheets beneath her, biting her lower lip, attempting one last resistance before the reason for both was extinguished, “No, Leon… don’t do this.”

Leon just lifted his hand, placing his index finger on Rosvitha’s lips.

This “silencing” gesture alone revealed a different state from moments ago.

Within that mocking and frivolous attitude, a mixture of madness and fierceness made refusal unthinkable.

“Alright, then… only for tonight.”

The queen relaxed her tense body ever so slightly. A blush spread across her delicate cheeks, and her consciousness gradually aligned with the delightful sensations brought by the dragon pattern.

Boom—

A thunderous sound fell, like the signal for battle.

Inside the room, there was a melodic rhythm, passionate and unrestrained. Outside, a storm raged, with the sound of thunder rolling.

The torrential rain and lightning wove together, each thunderclap with a more powerful downpour. Raindrops fiercely splattered against the windows, creating crisp sounds.

The howling wind rushed through the cracks, transforming into an ambiguous, sweet warmth. This was an incessant and continuous rain. It seemed that it wouldn’t stop until tomorrow morning.