Before dawn broke, Leon carried Roswitha back to the room.

While preparing for this grand act of revenge, he not only surveyed several key terrains but also calculated the wake-up times of the maids in the sanctuary.

At around five o'clock in the morning, Silver Dragon Castle would begin a new day of work and life.

To avoid the “peak hours” and thus prevent the big-tailed lizards here from discovering their queen had been carried off to the rear mountain by Leon for a night of "intimacy," taking appropriate precautions was absolutely necessary.

Additionally, Leon had also assessed his physical condition to estimate whether, after a wild night, he would still have enough energy to handle the aftermath.

The facts proved he had calculated accurately.

After returning to the room, he briefly wiped the body of Roswitha, who had been so exhausted she fainted a second time, before taking a quick shower himself. His energy bar was immediately depleted.

He collapsed onto the bed with Roswitha in his arms and didn't move again.

The two of them nestled there at the headboard, falling into a deep sleep together.

The wind outside flowed in through the balcony window, rustling the curtains and gently brushing over their weary faces.

The beauty’s long lashes trembled faintly, seemingly from the chill of the morning breeze, causing her to instinctively nuzzle her head deeper into the arms of the person beside her.

Rustle—

Her skin lightly brushed against the quilt. Leon turned his head, resting his face against the crown of Roswitha’s head. He breathed in the fragrance of her hair and felt the delightful sensation of her strands tickling against his cheek.

In sleep, seeking warmth is an instinct of all living beings.

It was hard to imagine that the two people cuddled together so serenely now had been engaged in fiercely intense action outdoors just the previous night.

Well.

After all, the night possesses a certain kind of magic, capable of unleashing the deepest cravings and desires within people.

At eight o’clock in the morning, there was a sound at the door lock, followed by hurried little footsteps.

Muen ran into the bedroom, just about to call out "Daddy, Mommy," when she discovered the two were still fast asleep.

The little dragon girl approached and scratched her head in confusion.

"Why aren’t they up yet?"

Normally, Daddy and Mommy would wake up very early—but okay, maybe not Daddy, but Mommy definitely always rose early.

She walked closer and gently tugged on her mommy’s tail. "Mommy, wake up, the sun's shining on your tail."

“Ugh... go play with Daddy...” Roswitha murmured groggily.

As she spoke, she snuggled even closer to Leon.

Muen then moved to Leon’s side, poking his arm. “Daddy, wake up, the sun’s shining on your butt.”

Leon turned over, holding Roswitha even tighter in his embrace, and muttered sleepily, "Go play with your mommy..."

"But you two are hugging so tight, who’s supposed to play with Muen?!"

Muen stomped her little feet in frustration.

However, after thinking it over, she remembered her mommy had only just recently woken up from a long coma, and her daddy often seemed to fall into bouts of weakness.

Perhaps it just happened that this time, both of them ended up bedridden together.

Nodding to herself, Muen felt her analysis was unparalleled in brilliance.

"Then let Muen take care of you both!"

With that proclamation, the little dragon girl jumped onto the bed and grabbed a corner of the blanket, carefully draping it over this pair of hapless parents.

But in doing so, Muen inadvertently noticed red marks on her father’s neck and arms.

She knelt by their side, staring at the marks for a while.

There were a lot of these markings; they didn’t look like bite marks, nor did they seem like scratches.

And it wasn’t just Daddy—Mommy had plenty of them too.

The little dragon girl scratched her head. "What is this..."

The next moment, a metaphorical light bulb went off over her head. "Oh~~this must be… bug bites! Muen knows how to fix this!"

She remembered how, during one of her earlier playtime adventures in the mountains, she had been bitten by many bugs and came back itching uncontrollably. Noa had applied some kind of magical ointment that quickly eased the irritation.

Even though she didn't know whether her parents had also gone up into the mountains yesterday, the marks looked similar to her previous bug bites, so...

Using that same ointment should definitely work, right?

Like Leon, Muen was the kind to act immediately once an idea struck her. She promptly darted over to the sisters’ room and dug out the ointment from before, then hurried back to Roswitha’s bedroom.

She meticulously applied the ointment to all the “bug bite marks” on Leon and Roswitha, every action done with great care and earnestness.

If she weren’t such an innocent child, the sight of her lifting her parents’ clothes might have startled even her.

"Daddy and Mommy were bitten all over?! What kind of wicked bugs did this?!"

↑

Her reaction would probably have been something along those lines.

After finishing up, Muen heaved a satisfied little sigh, beaming with pride over her handiwork as she grinned a "I’m so clever" sort of grin.

Kneeling between her parents, she gazed at their tightly snuggled forms and felt a sudden pang of warmth in her heart.

Since Daddy had woken up, it seemed rare to see him and Mommy being so affectionate.

Muen was never a greedy child, so just seeing her parents like this already made her feel incredibly happy.

Wagging her tail, she wished for time to freeze at this moment.

Well.

On second thought, maybe not. Otherwise, her parents wouldn’t be able to keep loving her.

She carefully tucked the blanket over them both and tiptoed out of the bedroom.

Before leaving, she even softly closed the door behind her.

By the time the afternoon rolled around, Leon stirred awake.

Noticing the blanket over him, he had yet to figure out who’d tucked him in when a warm breath tickled his ear.

Turning his head, he found himself snuggled up with none other than the Dragon Queen herself!

Startled, Leon quickly wriggled out from under the blanket, shaking his head to reorient himself. His gaze drifted up to the clock on the wall.

“It’s already three in the afternoon.”

After over ten hours of sleep, he still felt a bit tired, though certainly in much better shape than Roswitha.

She remained sound asleep.

Leon didn’t wake her.

Not because he was worried about disturbing her rest per se, but because, after an entire exhausting night, even he needed some Cool Down Time to regain his composure.

After settling Roswitha, Leon made his way to the bathroom to splash some water on his face, finally fully shaking off the last remnants of sleep.

He began calculating the current situation.

Leon was fully aware that he had already infuriated Roswitha and that his demise was inevitable.

Once Roswitha regained her full strength, he would once again become her sex slave.

But that didn’t mean Leon was entirely powerless in the meantime.

He could delay the inevitable.

And, of course, the method was straightforward—rigorous, relentless "training" for the female dragon!

Deprive her of rest! Starve her senseless! And drill her mercilessly!

If he was destined to lose functionality in this body once Roswitha recovered, why not make the most of it while he still could?

Torment her!

Torment her as fiercely as possible!

After solidifying the plan in his mind, Leon headed out enthusiastically, intending to notify the maids that there was no need to prepare dinner for them that evening.

He hadn’t gone far down the corridor when he happened upon Anna, holding a tray in her hands—a fortuitous coincidence indeed.

On the tray was a bowl of brown herbal medicine.

“What kind of medicine is that, Anna?” Leon asked.

"Oh, it’s a tonic to help Her Majesty regain her strength. Since I heard Her Majesty had woken up, I asked our clan’s pharmacist to prepare this prescription. Drinking it should help her recover faster. Is Her Majesty still in her room?"

Leon’s thoughts shifted slightly. He replied, “Ah, yes, she’s resting. Hand the medicine over to me. I’ll bring it to her in a bit.”

“Of course. Thank you, Your Highness.”

“Mhm. You may go now.”

“Understood.”

Anna respectfully bowed before turning to leave.

Holding the bowl of herbal medicine, Leon didn’t return to Roswitha’s room right away. Instead, he went to his own private nursery room.

After locking the door, he eyed the bowl of medicine in his hands.

This particular remedy, formulated to help the dragoness recover, seemed perfectly suitable for him to sample in her stead.

Who knows? Perhaps it even came with effects like "strengthening the body" or "reducing CD."

With this thought in mind, Leon drank down the “offering” he had snatched in one gulp.

Afterward, smacking his lips thoughtfully, he remarked, “Doesn’t quite beat... Black Dragon Bolus.”

Leaving the emptied bowl behind, he returned to Roswitha’s room.

"Silver Dragon Queen Roswitha Melkevi, fall in line!" he declared.

Roswitha groggily opened her tired eyes, covering her face with a stuffed toy by her pillow. “Go away... I want to sleep.”

"Time for a bath. Didn’t you use to pride yourself on being the cleanest?"

With that, Leon stepped forward, grabbing Roswitha’s arm and tugging her out of bed.

Powerless to resist, Roswitha clumsily stumbled to her feet, not even managing to put on her slippers.

Leon led her to the bathroom. “Go on, take a shower.”

Standing under the showerhead, Roswitha let her arms and tail hang limply. It seemed as though her body had woken up, but her soul was still lazing on the bed.

Only when a stream of warm water cascaded down did she shiver into awareness.

"What is wrong with you, Leon? You ran yourself ragged all night too, didn’t you? Aren’t you tired? Aren’t you sleepy?"

His response was the sudden darkness engulfing the bathroom.

Before Roswitha could react, Leon stepped forward and enveloped her in his embrace.

Roswitha gave a token struggle. Yet even in this small gesture, she could discern the stark disparity in strength between her and Leon at the moment.

Her face reddened with embarrassment as she nestled into his arms.

Their Dragon Marks pressed together tightly, their synced resonance growing even stronger.

“Can’t I just take a bath in peace?” Roswitha muttered.

“No. Too much stress.”

"You!..."

The absurd yet overtly vengeful reasoning was enough for Roswitha to confirm that Leon was deliberately tormenting her!

“Hey, little dragoness,” Leon murmured in a low voice.

"...Little dragoness? Are you calling me that?"

Oh, great. Leon, I call you a puppy, and now you’re calling me a Little dragoness?

Fine. Fine! You just wait.

“Wrap your tail around me,” Leon commanded, his tone imperious.

Roswitha was a little flustered. "Wrap... around what?"

"Around my waist. Isn’t this something you enjoy?"

"I refuse—"

"Hurry up, or I'll do it myself."

Biting her lower lip, Roswitha found she had no way to deal with him. Left with no other choice, she obeyed.

Carefully, she coiled her tail around his waist. Yet just as she did, Leon seized the chance, using the strength of her tail's grip to pin her firmly against the wall, leaving her entirely at his mercy.

She tried to release her tail, but it was already too late.

Roswitha shut her eyes tightly, pushing at his back. "You scoundrel! Slow down..."

Slow down?

Come now, I’m the greatest Dragon Slayer! Speed is everything!

...

After the passionate encounter, Roswitha changed into a fresh nightgown and stumbled groggily out of the bathroom toward the dinner table.

She thought to herself, If I can’t even properly enjoy a bath, can't I at least have a quiet meal?

She sat down in the chair.

On the table was an exquisitely prepared fried rice.

"Ha! So this is what you made me—"

Gurgle~~~

Before she could finish snarking, her stomach betrayed her with a loud rumble.

Defeated, Roswitha begrudgingly reached out for the spoon, determined to fill her belly first before complaining.

But Leon got there first.

"What are you doing?"

Leon scooped up a spoonful of rice and brought it to her lips. "Ahhh~~"

"…I don’t need you to feed me."

"Open your mouth, or you won’t get a single bite."

"Who do you think you’re scaring? Fine, I just won’t—"

Gurgle~~~~

Leon chuckled. "Go on, eat, my queen. You haven’t eaten anything for a whole day and night. Sure, the Dragon Clan can go without food or drink during hibernation, but right now, you’re clearly awake and can’t deny how hungry you are."

Roswitha had no other options. While squinting daggers at Leon, she took the bite he offered her.

Tch.

Fine, it’s actually pretty good.

Leon smiled and scooped up another spoonful.

Roswitha, almost instinctively, parted her lips, expecting to be fed again.

Except this time, he ate it himself.

By the third spoonful, Leon was back to feeding her.

"…You’re seriously asking me to share the same bowl of food with you?"

"That’s right. Why, you don’t like it?"

"Ugh, how disgustingly sentimental! Just eat it yourself, I’m not—"

Gurgle~~~~

"See? Your stomach’s already betrayed you. Here, eat up. This is love-infused fried rice, after all~."

Roswitha felt infuriated yet amused.

Leon, you’re truly despicable!

No, calm down.

Endure it.

All this humiliation... I’ll pay it back double after I fully recover!

Roswitha opened her mouth and took the rice.

And so the fried rice vanished quickly, alternating bites between the two of them.

Roswitha wasn’t full.

And Leon knew she wasn’t full.

That was exactly his intention. He didn’t want her to be full.

After all, if she were full, she’d have the strength to fight back, right?

After they finished, Leon scooped Roswitha up and carried her back to the bed.

"Roswitha."

Roswitha rolled her eyes. "Spit it out if you’ve got something to say."

"You see, I helped you bathe, I made you food, and I even fed it to you. I’m so good to you, don’t you think?"

Leon leaned in closer with a cheeky grin. "So, don’t you think it’s your turn to do something for me now?"

Roswitha grabbed Leon’s ear and tugged hard. "Listen, Casmode, every dumb thing you’re doing right now will one day become a mark of shame that I’ll carve into you. Just you wait!"

Leon took hold of her wrist, soft and pliant as it was. "Oh, my darling, how you love to threaten me. But that’s not very obedient of you... I guess I’ll just have to teach you a little lesson."

Roswitha closed her eyes, exhausted. "You better last long enough, or else I’ll really look down on you."

"I promise to last plenty long~."

Leon pressed her back down into the bed, resuming his role as the "Quick Dragon Slayer."

Roswitha instantly regretted goading him.

Had it even been thirty minutes since they went from the bath to the dinner table to the bed?

Do you not have a cooldown at all?!

Before Roswitha’s regret could fully take hold, Leon’s relentless assault began anew.

Her body spent the last of its remaining energy basking in the heat of this intoxicating chaos.

Exhausted yet enraptured, consumed by the flames of desire, she could no longer resist.

After yet another round of "combat," Leon finally drained the last of his stamina and collapsed beside her, instantly falling into a snoring slumber.

Roswitha, on the other hand, couldn’t sleep. She leaned against the headboard, silently catching her breath.

Over an hour passed before she eventually started feeling drowsy again. Just as she decided she might finally fall asleep—

Leon suddenly opened his eyes and sprang up with a jolt.

Roswitha jumped. "Now what?! What are you doing?"

"Oh, I’m heading back to my room to sleep. Just letting you know."

Roswitha cradled her face. "Then just go! Why’re you reporting it to me?"

"You’re my dear wife, of course I need to inform you."

"Haha, you’re so funny, Dragon Slayer."

"See you tomorrow morning, my darling wife."

Leon hopped out of bed and strode out of Roswitha’s room.

Roswitha had been almost asleep, but his sudden departure jolted her wide awake again.

She leaned against the headboard, unable to rest.

That damn Dragon Slayer... He really does know how to torment dragons.

Can’t relax in the bath, can’t eat in peace, can’t even get a good night’s sleep.

Damn him, damn him, damn him!

The more Roswitha thought about it, the angrier she became. She clenched her fist and slammed it against the wall behind her.

Crack—

The rigid wall instantly cracked, spiderweb fractures spreading across its surface.

Roswitha froze, staring in surprise at the damage.

After a moment of shock, a grin crept onto her face.

"Recovering this quickly... Heh, Leon, your days of peace are numbered."