The night was deep, and the evening breeze was slightly cool.

Leon carried Roswitha away from the back courtyard of Silver Dragon Castle, heading straight for the back mountain.

Roswitha recognized this path.

"Are you taking me to the cherry blossom grove?"

Leon silently nodded.

"Why are we going there?"

"Because standing there, you can have a full view of your entire Silver Dragon Castle."

Roswitha frowned slightly, not quite understanding what he meant.

Why did this guy want to take her there to see Silver Dragon Castle?

Did it have any special significance?

Carrying her doubts, they eventually arrived at the cherry blossom grove.

Leon carried her and found a cherry blossom tree on the outskirts of the grove.

This cherry blossom tree was much thicker and taller than the others, with a very sturdy trunk.

Leon stood under the tree, turned around, and looked in the direction of Silver Dragon Castle.

"See? That's your Castle."

From this height, the entire Silver Dragon Castle could be seen clearly.

The ancient and solemn castle stood between the mountains, brightly lit, as if it were an isolated haven separated from the world.

"What are you planning?" Roswitha asked.

"Do you remember a month ago, when I first tried to escape?"

Roswitha's pupils trembled slightly.

Of course she remembered Leon's first escape attempt.

After catching him, she had taken Leon up a mountain on the outskirts of the Empire during the night and then hung him from a tree that offered a clear view of the entire Empire—

Could it be!

"Leon, you wouldn't—"

"Looks like you've figured it out, Your Majesty. Yes, using someone's methods against them isn't just the specialty of your Dragon Clan. Even a human like me has a strong sense of revenge and ceremony."

Roswitha leaned against his chest, hugging his neck tightly and gripping the collar of his shirt. "Leon, in this aspect, we are indeed alike."

Leon smiled. "That's what they call 'birds of a feather flock together,' my dear wife."

"Hmph, how do you plan to get me up the tree?"

Roswitha laughed. "Dragons have much denser bones than humans. Just carrying me here must have exhausted you quite a bit, right?"

"Do I really need to put you on the tree?"

Leon said, "Roswitha, please understand, I'm not trying to exactly replicate what you did. I intend to humiliate you as thoroughly as possible within my capabilities."

Roswitha lowered her eyebrows. "Leon..."

Ignoring her, Leon directly helped her stand up and made her face the cherry blossom tree with her back towards him.

"Stand still."

Roswitha supported herself on the tree trunk, intending to turn around and resist.

"Leon, you—uh!—"

Before Roswitha could say anything, Leon grabbed the back of her neck, forcing her to look down at Silver Dragon Castle.

Roswitha knew she couldn't escape this fate.

But knowing what was about to happen only made her more resistant and unwilling to accept it.

Leon indulged in his act of revenge.

The Dragon Mark shimmered in the night.

The light from the sanctuary reflected in Roswitha's silver pupils, bright and dazzling.

"See... Roswitha... your Castle is right before your eyes..."

"Don't blink, darling, watch it carefully..."

"All your pride and dignity come from there."

"But... ah~ but now tell me, what are we doing? Ah?"

The words that Roswitha once said to him were now being repeated verbatim.

"Aren't you still being humiliated by a defeated Dragon Slayer?"

It felt like a fire burning on her face.

The naked shame gnawed at Roswitha; she clung tightly to the rough bark of the tree, trying to use the slight pain to counteract the inner conflict and struggle.

Damn it.

She should be feeling anger right now.

But why... under Leon's verbal humiliation, did she instead... desire more?

Yet she couldn't express her true feelings to Leon.

All she could do was follow Leon's rhythm, slowly experiencing and savoring it.

As their connection deepened, Roswitha closed her eyes, letting Leon unleash his passion freely.

Perhaps due to the intense vibrations, the cherry blossoms began to fall gently from the tree, scattering over Roswitha's head and shoulders.

Her body enjoyed this decadent revenge;

Her will wanted to resist, but this exquisite sensation was too enchanting.

So...

Since it couldn't be changed,

she might as well meet Leon's revenge with the grace of a Silver Queen.

She opened her eyes suddenly, just before reaching the peak, and lightly wrapped her tail around Leon's wrist resting on her waist.

"Take your last chance, Leon."

"Because afterward, I will take even more ruthless revenge on you."

"While you still control the situation, make me feel ashamed and reluctant as much as possible."

Leon grabbed her tail with his other hand, moved it aside, and then leaned forward, nibbling on her shoulder.

"I'll make you satisfied, Your Majesty. But don't you dare give up."

Cherry blossoms fell, and shadows swayed.

The atmosphere heated up, and both eventually reached the pinnacle of pleasure.

Exhausted, Roswitha sat against the tree, panting and resting.

Silver hair clung to her cheeks, sweat trickled down her nose and forehead.

The blush on her face hadn't completely faded, and she leaned weakly against the cherry blossom tree, looking weary and delicate.

Her already recovering body had become even weaker after this exertion.

However, Leon clearly didn't intend to let her off easily.

He knelt in front of Roswitha, lifted her chin gently, and brushed the sweat-soaked hair from her face.

"You've worked hard, my dear wife."

Roswitha shook her head, shaking off Leon's hand.

"Heh, is that all? I thought you had more planned."

"Of course not. I said I would satisfy you."

"Hmph, show me everything you've got tonight. Afterward, you won't have the chance."

"Don't talk about the future, Roswitha. I always live in the present."

Leon smirked and continued nonchalantly, "And you, dragoness, you—"

His original plan was to use harsh and biting words to mock Roswitha.

But when he focused on the frail beauty before him, the aggressive words that reached his lips seemed to retreat unconsciously.

Leon pressed his lips together and finally said, "Hmph, you're beautiful now, like a broken porcelain doll. Revenge feels even better."

Roswitha glared at him. The two locked eyes for a moment before Roswitha looked away. "I'm cold."

Leon didn't hear clearly. "What?"

"I said I'm cold."

They had rushed out earlier, and Roswitha was still only wearing a strapless nightgown.

She hugged her shoulders, curled her legs, and wrapped her tail around her waist, making the flush on her pale skin even more noticeable.

Although the term wasn't quite suitable for this mother dragon, Leon still felt that she looked somewhat pitiful at this moment.

Such scenery should be enjoyed alone.

Leon shook his head and smiled, then took off his coat and draped it over Roswitha, lifting her into his arms again.

How did he suddenly find Roswitha so... obedient?

Nestled in Leon's embrace, Roswitha couldn't move, her cheek resting against his chest, feeling his strong heartbeat, and her own cheeks involuntarily warming up.

They came to a small stream.

Cicadas chirping, evening breeze, flowing stream, starry sky.

Lying here was quite comfortable.

But Roswitha knew Leon didn't bring her here just to enjoy the scenery.

"So, does this place have some special meaning too? We can't see my Castle from here."

"This stream is a place you like, right?"

Leon knelt between her legs and pulled away the tail covering her stomach.

"So what if it is?"

"Well, I'll make you love it even more. Every time you come here, you'll only think of me."

After a short rest, the second round of intense engagement began.

Burning passion surged through their bodies, unbearable heat;

Behind them, the stream flowed coolly.

What a perfect contrast of ice and fire.

The forced encounter accelerated Roswitha's recovery.

When she woke up initially, she fainted again.

But now, after two rounds, she still had strength left, just feeling slightly dizzy.

This was the body of a Dragon Queen, with incredible endurance.

After the second storm of passion, Leon lay beside her to rest.

He took out a map and a pen from his pocket and circled a spot.

There was already a circle on the map, which Roswitha recognized as the cherry blossom grove where they had weathered their first storm of passion.

And now, this new circle marked the stream.

Roswitha glanced at other locations on the map and instantly felt lightheaded.

There were still seven or eight spots marked with checkmarks waiting to be circled.

Which meant... they would continue—

"My queen, I won't let you off easily tonight. Since you played with me so many times, you should be prepared for the consequences."

Leon picked up Roswitha and waded across the stream.

His vengeance party was far from over.