The Dragon Clan's concept of “revenge” had always been a difficult puzzle for human dragon scholars.

Leon had heard a little about it before.

Their revenge was an inhuman act combining obsession, extremism, and things beyond human comprehension.

So no matter what methods the Dragon Clan used or what they did in the name of revenge, Leon wouldn't have found it strange.

But.

Two years ago, thinking I was about to die, I cast Blood's Temptation on you for one last act of revenge, only to accidentally hit the mark on my first try;

and now, two years later, you're going to do the same thing to me? Except this time, there's no spell involved—we're skipping straight to bed?

Your Majesty, isn't your approach a little too wild?

But given the current situation, Leon had no time to analyze Roswitha's psychology of revenge.

The silver tail behind her had already risen high, a sign that a dragon had entered a state of excitement.

And excitement didn't only mean the joy and happiness little Muen had shown just now.

Other activities could excite a silver-haired dragon too.

For example... a two-person workout.

“Roswitha, either kill me now or give me a blade so we can have a real duel.”

If Roswitha truly offered him a fair one-on-one duel between human and dragon, he would gladly accept.

Even though he knew full well that he was no match for Roswitha in his current state, he would still fight to the bitter end to defend a Dragon Slayer's honor and dignity.

But what was the reality?

Technically, this was indeed a one-on-one duel between human and dragon. It was just that the method and battlefield...

Roswitha ignored Leon entirely. Her tail pinned him down, leaving him unable to move.

Seeing this, Leon continued trying to awaken what little chivalry remained in Roswitha's heart.

“Your Majesty... you may kill a Dragon Slayer, but you cannot humiliate one. Forcing me to do this with you is the greatest insult you could inflict upon me!”

Roswitha's eyes were half-closed as a blush gradually spread across her cheeks. Her body swayed slowly with the rhythm of her breathing.

“If doing this with a dragon is such a humiliation to you as a Dragon Slayer, then when you used Blood's Temptation on me two years ago, you should've expected to meet this kind of end.”

“The circumstances were different. I thought I was going to die, and the effect of Blood's Temptation was a complete accident—”

“I can't be bothered to hear your excuses, Leon. Since you yourself called this a humiliation, that only makes me more determined to see my revenge through.”

“Roswitha, you—”

“Shhh...”

Roswitha extended her index finger and gently pressed it against Leon's lips.

She slowly opened her eyes, intimacy and tenderness dancing within her vertical dragon pupils.

Leon stared blankly into her eyes.

Despite the deep affection filling Roswitha's gaze, Leon knew it had only been induced by what they were doing.

That so-called “affection” was nothing more than a creature's instinctive response.

Roswitha had said it herself. This was to humiliate Leon. This was her revenge against him.

“Then let us—”

She drew out the final words. Beneath her incredibly gentle voice lay the smug satisfaction of a victor. “Be~gin~”

Leon closed his eyes and desperately tried to suppress his body's reaction.

But there was no helping it.

That was simply impossible for a healthy man.

Worse still, the biological craving to go further after intense stimulation was clashing viciously inside his mind with his reason as a Dragon Slayer.

On one side was the reproductive instinct embedded in the bones of every male animal. On the other was the honor and pride of a dragon-slaying hero...

They were like darkness and light. Once they collided, mutual annihilation was the only outcome. There was no possibility of coexistence.

Meanwhile, Roswitha had already ventured farther and farther down her path of revenge.

Rather than revenge, this was more like a carnival of humiliation.

A noble dragon and a lowly human should only ever have met in a battle to the death.

Especially when both of them held high status and renown within their respective factions.

One was the queen of the silver dragons. The other was humanity's hero.

Their battlefield had shifted from highland mountains to a spacious, soft bed;

the cries of deadly combat had become breathy, seductive murmurs beside each other's ears;

and what they gripped was no longer blade or sword, but some part of the other's body.

This was a humiliation for Leon, the strongest Dragon Slayer—but wasn't it also a humiliation for her?

And yet.

The revenge of the Dragon Clan had never been something humans could understand.

As the battle raged on, Leon turned his head aside in a desperate attempt to preserve the last shred of his dignity.

But Roswitha reached out and gripped his chin, forcing him to open his eyes and look at her.

“Don't be shy, brave Dragon Slayer.”

“You could fight on battlefields for decades without ever encountering a female dragon willing to share such pleasure with you. Yet now you're experiencing it firsthand.”

“Open your eyes, Leon. Look at my face. Look at the state we're in.”

“Wretched, fallen, and utterly depraved. The union of human and dragon is simply absurd, isn't it?”

“But all of this—this is my revenge against you, Leon. I'll crush your dignity and pride into dust!”

Consumed by madness, the queen looked even more bewitching than usual.

...

The fierce battle finally reached its end. Humans and dragons had fought for a hundred years, yet at this moment, the two races ascended together into exquisite paradise.

Roswitha felt that warmth and tilted her head back toward the ceiling. Her silver hair cascaded downward like the Milky Way across the heavens.

She let out a slightly unhinged laugh. “Look, great Dragon Slayer. You're being drained by one of the dragons you despise most. Do you feel humiliated? Do you feel that helplessness? Hehe... Hahahahaha—”

Leon had only just awakened from a two-year coma, and his body was already extremely weak.

After being put through all this, he felt as if his body were on the verge of collapse.

The back of Leon's head felt cold, and his vision darkened. The moment he closed his eyes, the world spun around him.

He had already abandoned any thought of reasoning with Roswitha and roared,

“Kill me! Roswitha, you've had your revenge now, so you can kill me, right? Hurry up and do it!”

Two years ago, he had believed there was no possibility of surviving, so he had decided to bewitch Roswitha in the final moments of his life.

Yet Roswitha had saved his life, only to turn around and violate him in a frenzy.

For a proud human hero, this was a fate worse than death.

Roswitha also cast aside her gentle facade. “Kill you? Hmph. The harm you did to me can't be made up for with a single tender encounter.”

“Roswitha, what else are you going to do...?”

“I want you alive, Leon. I want you to stay alive and well.”

The queen slowly leaned down, bringing her face close to Leon's. Her hair gradually fell around him, lightly tickling his ear.

“Only while you're alive can I continue humiliating you.”

“I want you to spend the rest of your life trapped in this shame, great Dragon Slayer. Do you understand? For the rest of your life, you'll be utterly, relentlessly humiliated by me!”

“You might be thinking that you can simply kill yourself when I'm not paying attention.”

“But unfortunately for you, even if you cut off your own head, I'll use every resource at my disposal to bring you back to life.”

“I'll keep you alive forever, keep you beneath my heel, and make you endure my humiliation and revenge without end.”

“Leon Casmode, until I'm satisfied, no one is allowed to kill you—including you.”

“Hehe... Hehehe—”

The tenderness and haze from moments before had long since vanished from her silver dragon pupils.

In their place was the Silver Dragon Queen's nearly deranged smugness and arrogance after claiming victory.

“And furthermore!”

Her laughter stopped abruptly, and her eyes widened slightly. She looked like a neurotic madwoman.

“I'm going to carve my mark into your body.”

“For the Dragon Clan, this is the highest possible honor. Countless powerful male Dragon Kings have yearned to receive my mark.”

“But only you, Leon. Only you will receive it.”

“Because for you, it has absolutely nothing to do with honor.”

“Carved into your body, it will represent humiliation. It will show that you've become my prisoner and that, for the rest of your life, you can only remain bound to my side, unable to go anywhere.”

As she spoke, Roswitha slowly extended her right hand. A silver magic array flickered in her palm.

At the same time, she used her other hand to tear open the clothes over Leon's chest.

“Roswitha... stop. Please, stop... Don't do this...”

“I'll make sure you understand exactly what fate awaits those who dare offend me, Roswitha!”

As the final word left her lips, Roswitha pressed down her palm, branding the magic array in her hand onto Leon's chest.

It didn't hurt. There was only a slight burning sensation.

Leon bit down hard on his lower lip and silently clenched his fists.

But in his current state, he had no strength to resist Roswitha.

He could only let her do as she pleased, helplessly watching as the crazed female dragon branded her mark into his body.

Several dozen seconds later, Roswitha withdrew her hand and crooked a finger. The mirror by the bed flew into her palm.

She held the mirror in both hands and angled it toward Leon's chest, adjusting it so he could clearly see the mark there.

It depicted a silver winged dragon with a few heart motifs incorporated into the design.

Presumably, they symbolized “love.”

Crash—

Roswitha tossed aside the mirror, shattering the glass into pieces.

Then she pulled open her own collar, partially exposing her soft breasts.

Leon saw an identical design on her chest.

“A Dragon Mark. When two bonded individuals begin longing for each other, their Dragon Marks will react.”

“Of course, you know that the longing I'm referring to isn't merely longing.”

“Even your human dragon scholars know what this symbol means.”

“So even if you truly find a chance to escape back to the Empire someday, I won't be worried.”

“Because if your fellow humans see the Dragon Mark on your body, tell me... will you still be the great Dragon Slayer in their eyes?”

Roswitha gave a smug chuckle, straightened her clothes, and swung herself off the bed.

She tidied her slightly disheveled hair, put on her high heels, and walked toward the door.

Leon closed his eyes, thinking that would be the end of it for today.

Unfortunately, it wasn't.

“I'm going to prepare something for our daughter to eat. Tonight... we'll continue.”