The next day, Roswitha slowly opened her eyes.

Leon was nowhere to be seen, likely off accompanying Muen. This allowed her to continue resting quietly.

She sat up in bed, leaned against the headboard, and raised her hand, attempting to gather magical energy.

Feeling the surging power coursing forth, Roswitha's lips curved into a faint smile. "I really underestimated myself. I didn’t expect to recover so quickly."

Perhaps it was partly due to Leon’s relentless tormenting of her the previous night.

As they say, destruction leads to rebirth—a trait particularly evident in the Dragon King physique.

Roswitha gradually closed her eyes and began meditating, regulating the magic within her body to hasten her recovery.

About half an hour later, Anna entered the room.

“My apologies for disturbing you, Your Majesty.”

Anna approached respectfully and said, “I’ve come to check on Your Majesty’s condition and see how well your recovery is progressing.”

“All right.”

Anna seated herself by the bedside, gently taking Roswitha's left hand into her own. Instantly, a glow of green magic shimmered between them.

A moment later, Anna released Roswitha’s hand, her face unable to hide her excitement. “Your Majesty’s recovery is nearly complete. With another dose of medicine, you should fully heal by evening.”

“For a Dragon King’s body, such a minor issue hardly requires medicine—it’s just a formality that isn’t truly necessary,” Roswitha replied with a faint smile.

Anna chuckled. “As Your Majesty says. In that case, I’ll go inform His Highness and Princess of the good news.”

“Wait a moment.”

Roswitha’s eyes flickered mischievously as a sly idea brewed within her. “Don’t let Leon know just yet. I want…”

She averted her gaze, her cheeks tinged with a soft pink hue. “I want him to fuss over me a little longer. If you happen to see him, just tell him I’ll need to stay bedridden for another week.”

Anna hesitated momentarily before covering her mouth with a knowing laugh. “Say no more, Your Majesty, I understand.”

Lowering her gaze, Roswitha murmured softly, “Mm… Well, you may tend to the rest of your duties now.”

“Of course, Your Majesty. Remember to rest well and stay hydrated.”

“Mm.”

After offering a slight bow, Anna turned and exited the room.

Roswitha resumed her self-regulation, continuing her focus on recovery.

Meanwhile, outside in the courtyard, Leon was guiding Muen through the basics of magical control.

Earlier that morning, Muen had approached him, expressing a desire to learn simple magic.

Leon had initially said she was still too young and not yet at the age to begin magic training.

But Muen argued that her sister was already attending school, and she didn’t want to fall behind. That was why she felt the need to start practicing now.

Ah, the beauty of having two children. There’s no need to force them—competition between siblings pushes them to improve together.

Hearing her plea, Leon decided not to deter her and began teaching her some basic magical techniques.

Though her aptitude wasn’t as high as Noa’s, Muen still made impressive progress. Within just a few hours, she had already learned how to channel her internal magical energy.

They sat on a garden bench, sipping on sports drinks prepared by the maids.

“Hey, Daddy,” Muen said, pausing her noisy slurping.

“What is it?” Leon asked.

“Are the wounds on you and Mommy still itchy?”

Leon froze. “Wounds?”

Sluuurp —

Muen emptied her cup, then looked up at Leon. “Yeah, yesterday when I saw you both lying in bed, the window was open, and I worried you might catch a chill. So I thought I’d cover you with a blanket. But as I was doing that, I noticed all these little red marks on both of you. They looked just like the ones I get when bugs bite me—those ones are super itchy.”

Little red marks…

Hiss—

Wait, could she mean… hickeys?

His thoughts spiraling, Leon quickly turned his head away, flustered. “They’re… fine, not too itchy anymore.”

“Ah-ha! So Muen’s guess was right! I knew right away they were bug bites!”

Her little tuft of hair bobbed with excitement, and her tail wagged proudly behind her. “It was me who even applied ointment to you both, you know.”

Leon was equal parts speechless and amused. Reaching out to pat his daughter’s head, he said, “Good job, Muen. You did really well.”

Muen beamed with pride, then hopped off the bench. “C’mon, Daddy, let’s keep practicing magic!”

“All right.”

It wasn’t until four or five in the afternoon that Leon finally returned to the bedroom.

The golden light of dusk spilled through the windows, while the cool evening breeze swayed the curtains.

The silver-haired beauty on the bed leaned against the headboard, her eyes half-closed and her breathing steady.

Her complexion remained pale, and weariness was etched between her brows.

Hearing footsteps, she barely cracked her eyes open.

Seeing Leon, she immediately shut them again.

It was as if she had resigned herself to the inevitability of whatever might happen next.

Leon hesitated for a moment, pursing his lips.

Over the past two days, he had tormented Roswitha to his heart's content. He had indulged in every “revenge” he could think of—enough to satisfy his ire.

Besides, his own body couldn't withstand such repeated trials anymore.

He was, after all, human. His stamina could never match that of a member of the Dragon Clan.

Moreover, Anna had approached him earlier and mentioned that Her Majesty wouldn’t fully recover for at least another week.

So… six more days wouldn't be a big deal. Let her rest, and let himself rest too, he decided.

Having made up his mind, Leon turned to leave.

“Oh, leaving already?”

Leon stopped mid-step, glancing back at Roswitha.

“Tch, not up to the task anymore, Dragon Slayer?” Her voice was laced with mockery. “It’s only been two days, and you’re already weak? I thought you were something special, but apparently, you’re just… mediocre.”

For a moment, Leon thought he was imagining things.

Wasn’t she the one so drained that she couldn’t move earlier?

That should have been the case, right?

When Leon didn’t respond, Roswitha continued to provoke him. “I was expecting to witness the prowess of the Empire’s strongest Dragon Slayer. But alas, you’re nothing more than a child playing make-believe. How dull.”

Leon furrowed his brows, his tone lowering. “You audacious dragon… I was planning to show you mercy tonight because you looked so exhausted. But clearly, I misjudged. If your mouth is so tough, I’m sure your body can handle it too.”

Roswitha threw off the blanket, revealing her exquisitely curvaceous figure. “Oh? Then come prove it. Show me what you’ve got.”

“You’ll regret this, Roswitha.”

“I never regret anything.”

Leon stepped forward, shutting and locking the bedroom door behind him. Then, piece by piece, he began to remove his clothing.

There was no need to hold back for this dragoness.

Climbing onto the bed, he looked down at the beautiful woman beneath him and said coldly, “Prisoners should learn to keep their mouths shut, Your Majesty.”

Roswitha looked up at him with a playful smile but offered no reply.

Leon reached out, gripping her chin as the Dragon Mark on his arm began to glow.

However, just as he was about to make his next move, something cold and smooth coiled around his waist.

He looked down and saw—it was Roswitha’s tail.

In the next instant, Leon realized what was happening.

But it was already too late.

With a flick of her tail, Roswitha tossed Leon off balance, flipping them over in the blink of an eye and reversing their roles.

“Roswitha, you—!”

“Shh~~”

The Silver Dragon Queen tilted her head back languidly, brushing her silvery locks to one side. Then she slowly lowered her gaze to meet Leon’s, her eyes smoldering with playful allure. In a soft voice, she murmured,

“Prisoners should learn to keep their mouths shut, my dear, brave Dragon Slayer~”