Vol. 1 Ch. 63

The night was deep, and a gentle breeze blew, carrying a hint of coolness. Leon carried Rosvitha away from the backyard of the Silver Dragon Temple, heading straight for the back mountain.

Rosvitha recognized this path. “Are you taking me to the cherry blossom forest?”

Leon nodded silently.

“What are we going there for?” Rosvitha asked.

“Because from there, you can see the entire Silver Dragon Temple,” Leon replied.

Rosvitha frowned slightly, not quite understanding his words. Why would he take her to see the Silver Dragon Temple from that place? Was there any significance to it?

With doubts in her mind, they arrived at the cherry blossom forest.

Leon found a cherry blossom tree at the edge of the forest. Compared to the other trees, this one was thicker and taller, with a sturdy trunk.

Leon stood beneath the tree, turned around, and looked towards the direction of the Silver Dragon Temple. “There, can you see it? That’s your temple.”

From this height, the entire Silver Dragon Temple was clearly visible. The majestic castle stood among the mountains, brightly lit, like a secluded paradise isolated from the world.

“What exactly are you planning?” Rosvitha asked.

“Do you remember my first escape a month ago?” Leon asked.

Rosvitha’s pupils trembled slightly. Of course, she remembered Leon’s first escape. After she caught him, she took him to the mountains on the outskirts of the empire and then tied him to a tree where they could see the entire empire—

Could it be?

“Leon, you wouldn’t be—”

“It seems you’ve figured it out, Your Majesty. Yes, the principle of ‘an eye for an eye’ is not exclusive to your dragon race. As a human, I also have a strong sense of revenge and ceremony,” Leon said.

Rosvitha leaned against him, wrapping her arms around his neck and tightly gripping his collar. “Leon, in this regard, we really are alike.”

Leon chuckled. “That’s what they say, my dear wife. A family that retaliates together, stays together.”

“Hmph, then how do you plan to get me onto the tree?” Rosvitha asked, smiling. “The skeletal density of dragons is much greater than that of humans. Just carrying me here must have cost you a lot of strength, hasn’t it?”

“Who said I had to put you on the tree?” Leon replied. “Rosvitha, please understand, I’m not trying to completely replicate what you did. I’m doing everything I can to take your humiliation to the extreme.”

Rosvitha suppressed her eyebrows. “Leon…”

Ignoring her, Leon helped her up and made her face away from him, towards the trunk of the cherry blossom tree. “Stand still, like a good girl.”

Rosvitha placed her hands on the trunk, trying to turn around to resist, but before she could say anything, Leon grabbed the back of her neck, forcing her to look down at the Silver Dragon Temple below.

Rosvitha knew she couldn’t escape this fate. But the more she knew what was about to happen, the more she wanted to resist, the more she felt unwilling.

Leon indulged in his revenge ceremony. The dragon tattoo shimmered in the night.

The lights of the temple reflected in Rosvitha’s silver eyes, shining brightly.

“Do you see it, Rosvitha? Your palace is right in front of your eyes,” Leon said. “Don’t blink, my dear. Look at it carefully. All your pride and dignity come from there.”

“But… but can you tell me what we’re doing right now?” Rosvitha asked. Every word she had once said to him was now being thrown back at her, word for word.

“Isn’t it just you, the defeated dragon slayer, being humiliated again?” Leon’s words felt like a fire burning on her face.

The feeling of shame ate away at Rosvitha. She gripped the rough tree trunk tightly, trying to counter the inner conflict and struggle with a slight pain.

Damn it. She should be feeling angry right now. So why… under Leon’s verbal humiliation, was she… expecting more?

But she couldn’t express her desires to Leon. She could only follow his rhythm and slowly experience and enjoy it.

As the integration deepened, Rosvitha closed her eyes, allowing Leon to indulge in his desires. Perhaps due to the intense vibrations, cherry blossom petals fell gently from the tree, scattering on Rosvitha’s head and shoulders.

Her body indulged in this fallen revenge; her will wanted to resist, but the wonderful feeling was too addictive.

So… since things had come to this, unable to change, why not… meet Leon’s revenge in her own way, as the Silver Dragon Queen?

She abruptly opened her eyes, before the peak arrived, using her tail to gently coil around Leon’s wrist that was pressing against her waist.

“Hold on to your last chance, Leon,” she said. “Because I will seek even more intense revenge on you later. While you still have control of the situation, do your best to make me feel ashamed and resentful.”

Leon reached back to grab Rosvitha’s tail, pushing it aside. He then leaned in, lightly biting her shoulder.

“I will satisfy you, Your Majesty,” he whispered. “But don’t go soft on me.”

Cherry blossoms fell as their shadows danced. The atmosphere continued to heat up, and eventually, they both reached a peak of pleasure.

Exhausted, Rosvitha sat leaning against the tree, catching her breath. Silver strands of hair clung to her cheeks, and sweat trickled down her nose and forehead. The blush on her face hadn’t completely faded, and with her head lightly resting against the cherry blossom tree, she looked tired and delicate.@@novelbin@@

Her body, already not fully recovered, was now even weaker after the exertion. However, Leon clearly had no intention of letting her off easily. He approached her, squatting down, gently lifting her chin and brushing away the sweat-dampened strands of hair from her face.

“You’ve worked hard, my dear wife,” he said softly.

Rosvitha shook her head, pushing away Leon’s hand.

“Is that all? I thought you had more prepared,” she retorted.

“It’s far from over. I told you, I will satisfy you,” Leon replied.

“Hmph, then show me what you’ve got tonight. There won’t be another chance,” Rosvitha challenged.

“Don’t talk to me about the future, Rosvitha. I’ve always lived in the moment.”

Leon chuckled playfully and continued leisurely, “And you, Mother Dragon, you—”

His original plan was to use some radical and sarcastic words to mock Rosvitha. However, as he focused on the frail silver-haired beauty before him, those highly aggressive words lingered at the tip of his tongue, yet involuntarily swallowed back.

Leon pursed his lips and finally said, “Hmph, you look beautiful now, like a broken porcelain doll, even more appealing when seeking revenge.”

Rosvitha glared at him, and after a brief moment of eye contact, she averted her gaze. “I’m cold.”

Leon didn’t hear clearly. “What?”

“I said I’m cold.”

They had rushed out earlier, and Rosvitha was only wearing that camisole nightgown. She hugged her shoulders, curled up her long legs, and wrapped her tail around her waist, making the blushes on her porcelain-white skin even more conspicuous.

Although the term didn’t quite fit this Mother Dragon, Leon still felt that she seemed somewhat pitiable at this moment.

This serene scenery should be enjoyed alone.

Leon shook his head with a smile, then took off his coat and draped it over Rosvitha before lifting her up. Suddenly, he felt that this version of Rosvitha was… obedient?

Nestled in Leon’s embrace, Rosvitha was powerless to move. She leaned her cheek against his chest, feeling his strong heartbeat, and her own cheeks inexplicably warmed up.

They arrived by a small stream.

The cicadas chirped, the evening breeze blew, the stream flowed, and the stars twinkled.

It was quite pleasant lying here.

But Rosvitha knew that Leon didn’t bring her here just to admire the scenery.

“So, is there any significance here too? I can’t see my temple here either.”

“This stream, it’s a place you really like, isn’t it?” Leon knelt between her legs and moved her tail aside, which was covering her belly.

“What if it is?” Rosvitha replied.

“Well, then I’ll make you like it even more. Whenever you come here, you’ll only think of me.”

After halftime, the two engaged in the second round of battle.

Their bodies burned with desire, unbearable heat;

Behind them, the stream rushed, refreshingly cool.

What a paradox, ice and fire intertwined.

The forced battle accelerated Rosvitha’s body’s recovery ability.

She had fainted upon waking up, but now she had the strength to fight two battles in a row, albeit feeling a bit dizzy. This was the endurance of a Dragon King’s body, simply remarkable.

After the “second battle,” Leon lay down beside her to rest. He took out a map and a pen from his pocket and circled a spot.

There was already one circle on the map, which Rosvitha recognized as the cherry blossom forest where they had just fought. And now, the new circle was at the location of this stream.

Rosvitha looked at the other positions on the map and suddenly felt dizzy.

There were still seven or eight spots marked on the map with circles. That meant… they still had to—

“My Queen, tonight, I won’t let you off easily. After playing with me so many times, be prepared for a crash.”

Leon picked up Rosvitha and waded across the stream.

His revenge frenzy was far from over.