Roswitha's speed in her dragon form was extremely fast.

Leon lay prone on her back, the wind howling past his ears. His already weakened body couldn't endure such a high speed; not long after takeoff, he began to feel shortness of breath.

However, it seemed Roswitha also noticed this issue. Just before Leon was about to lose consciousness, she cast a magical protective shield around him.

This made Leon feel slightly more comfortable.

"Humans are truly weak," the silver dragon beneath him mocked without any tact.

If it were any other time, Leon would have argued back with Roswitha. But now, given his severe physical discomfort, he could only let it go.

After relaxing a bit, Leon asked, "Why are you bringing me back to Empire?"

"Weren't you missing home? Now you can have a good look."

Just looking.

For some reason, Leon felt that these simple words concealed Roswitha’s ill intentions.

But now he was in a desperate situation with no way out but to obediently allow Roswitha to fly him towards Empire.

In fact, Leon had a rough idea of what Roswitha intended to do.

It was probably making him stand far away from Empire, just watching without being able to return - for someone who had left his hometown, this feeling must be very painful.

Leon prepared himself mentally for the humiliation.

He had expected it long ago;

but if he could really get a glimpse of his hometown which he hadn't seen for two years, enduring a little humiliation wouldn’t hurt, it didn't matter.

After entering human territory, Roswitha activated an invisibility spell and continued flying toward Empire.

Even at her incredible speed, it took over three hours to fly from Silver Dragon Castle to Empire.

Leon had gathered information on the silver dragon queen Roswitha before; she belonged to a Dragon Clan emphasizing speed and agility. If another Dragon Clan or dragon sub-species were to make the trip, it would take at least six hours.

This is also why the Dragon Clans did not dare to easily invade human territories for combat – although they could easily break through the border defenses, getting out was much harder.

So over the years, both sides had only engaged in small-scale battles at their respective borders.

Two years ago, under pressure from various factions, Leon led the dragon slaying squad to attack Silver Dragon Castle.

Admittedly, his team was indeed a miraculous one, almost reaching the heart of the sanctuary.

But at the last moment, Leon was betrayed by a traitor, becoming Roswitha's prisoner.

Leon did not know who had stabbed him in the back, but if he ever successfully escaped back to Empire, he would definitely find this guy.

And then.

Send him to the Empire's gigolo store, where middle-aged wealthy women could give him a thorough “grinding,” so he can experience the suffering that Leon went through.

Leon shook his head, retracting his thoughts, no longer thinking about these useless things.

Throughout the flight to Empire, Roswitha did not say another word to him.

Of course, he also had no intention of starting a conversation with the female dragon.

If he had a sword in his hand now, he would have already stabbed her back.

It's a professional disease of Dragon Slayers, seeing dragons and wanting to cut them down, there's nothing that can be done about it.

About three hours later, they flew to a high mountain outside of Empire City.

Roswitha transformed back into human form, using her tail to wrap around Leon's waist and slowly landing on a giant tree on the mountaintop.

Plop—

Creak—

Roswitha threw Leon onto the tree trunk, nodding towards the distant Empire,

"Here, that's your home."

Leon got up and looked forward.

Empire was brightly lit, with the royal tower representing the highest power standing tall in the city, reaching into the clouds, full of majesty.

Leon couldn't see the specific details within the city clearly.

But being able to take a distant look was enough to satisfy him.

Returning to one's nest is the instinct of all creatures.

But humans have adorned this somewhat primitive term as "homesickness".

So perhaps Roswitha wasn't mocking Leon for his longing for home; she understood Leon's homesickness, and that's why—

Leon slowly turned around, wanting to ask Roswitha what her purpose was.

However, as soon as he opened his mouth, he was too shocked to make any sound.

The silver dragon queen shed her clothes, wearing only two pieces of intimate underwear, with her silver tail slowly swaying behind her spine.

She walked towards Leon slowly, her smooth feet stepping on the rough tree trunk, seemingly feeling no pain.

Leon instinctively took two steps back, "You're not thinking of doing it here—"

"Swoosh—"

Roswitha's tail suddenly lunged at him.

Leon waved his arms trying to block, but Roswitha adjusted her direction in time, easily tripping Leon with her tail.

Then, she walked beside Leon, placing her feet on either side of his ribs, and used the flexible tip of her tail to untie his belt.

"Roswitha, I advise you not to go too far. I'm not as submissive now as when I first woke up!" Leon threatened.

But Roswitha only smiled disdainfully, stroking the Dragon Mark on her chest.

The originally silver Dragon Mark now glowed with a faint purple light.

That glow was ambiguous and flirtatious.

Clearly not a decent kind of light.

"When two people with Dragon Marks want to engage in relations, the other person's Dragon Mark reacts. Itching, heating, unbearable—"

Roswitha slowly sat on Leon's abdomen, "Humans are indeed the most despicable creatures, unable to control their breeding instincts, aren't they, my dragon slayer hero?"

Without waiting for Leon's response, Roswitha directly reached out and grabbed his throat.

But she applied moderate force, not suffocating him.

She pushed upward, forcing Leon to lift his chin, directing his gaze towards the distant Empire.

At this moment, Empire appeared upside down in Leon's eyes, like a bustling city hanging in the sky.

"Look at your homeland, Leon Casimode, watch it. I want to make you lose your dignity again right in front of it."

Roswitha once again started tormenting Leon.

As Roswitha said, even trained Dragon Slayers couldn't control the biological instinct of reproduction.

Especially males.

"Creak— creak— creak—"

With the rhythmic movements, the branches produced a rhythmic sound, each creak grating on Leon's nerves.

The lights of the distant Empire reflected in his pupils.

But no matter how beautiful those lights were, they couldn't illuminate Leon's dimming eyes.

"Don't blink, Leon, look at your home well."

"Yes, look— uh— look at it!"

"All your honor and dignity come from there, everything you did was for there."

"But... ah— but now tell me, what are we doing? Uh?"

"Speak up, Leon, what are we doing? We are doing something right in front of the Empire you guard!"

When Roswitha was deeply engrossed, she always seemed a bit out of control.

It wasn't clear whether it was due to her nature or the pleasure generated during the Dragon Clan's revenge.

Leon could not resist at all.

The silver tail restricted his movements.

Roswitha was like a flexible venomous snake, graceful and seductive, yet deadly.

She indulged in the joy of successful revenge while continuously stripping Leon of his remaining dignity.

"Do you see, Leon, you endured humiliation for your Empire, being toyed with by me."

"But what did your Empire do for you?"

"Now you can only endure this shame while watching the land you fought so hard to protect. Neither of you can save each other."

"Want to preserve your last shred of dignity, great Dragon Slayer?"

"Then hold on, hold on, hold on, understand? Ha ha ha—"

The sounds of the branches kept accelerating, as if they were about to snap.

Roswitha tilted her head back, the light of the Dragon Mark on her chest turning completely purple.

At that moment, she wished she could crush the man under her ribs.

Dragon Clans expressed their excitement through pure destruction and devastation.

But Roswitha still controlled herself.

Except for the first mating, Dragon Clans could adopt contraceptive measures within twenty-four hours afterward.

The success rate was 99.99%.

She quietly savored the aftermath of her revenge, closed her eyes, and discreetly used magic to eliminate the foreign objects inside her.

After a long while, Roswitha snickered,

"You failed, Leon. As the most prestigious Dragon Slayer in Empire, you engaged in debauchery with an evil Dragon King right next to it."

"Haha, hahaha— how does it feel? Huh?"

"Answer me, Leon!"

Answer?

How could he answer?

Leon now felt like a a useless heap of mud.

Perhaps even less than mud.

Because mud wouldn't be toyed with by a female dragon.

"Your dignity and pride are now gone, you understand, don't you? You will forever be my captive, chained like a pet. Understand?"

"How about we come here once a month, Leon? How about it?"

"That way, you can visit your hometown once a month."

"Hmhm, hehehe—"

She laughed maniacally, the sound nearing the edge of madness.

"Roswitha." The man's deep voice interrupted the queen's unrestrained laughter.

In his murky, lifeless eyes, there seemed to be something that had yet to be extinguished.

"You can insult me, trample on me, even carve the Dragon Mark onto my body, and treat my dignity as if it were trash to be toyed with, but—"

He suddenly erupted, grabbing Roswitha's shoulders in a death grip, his expression like that of an enraged vajra, his voice roaring like a lion:

"You will NEVER kill a Dragon Slayer's conviction!"

"I will wait. I will wait patiently for the right opportunity."

"When that time comes, I will return everything you’ve done to me—tenfold!"

Roswitha was taken aback that this man still had the will to resist her.

But it was nothing more than surprise.

Her hand reached out to clutch Leon's neck, forcing him back down.

"Alright, I'll be waiting, Leon Kasmod. You and I—until one of us ceases to exist!"