The experience brought by the double Dragon Marks completely tore apart their sense.

No matter what method or position they used, they couldn’t satisfy their desire for each other.

Once wasn’t enough.

Twice wasn’t enough.

Three times wasn’t enough.

More...

It had to be more.

Even when the bedsheets were soaked in large patches, even when the horizon started to show traces of light, even when their bodies were utterly exhausted...

They had to go once more.

Rather than calling it the Dragon Mark, it might be more accurate to call it an addictive drug.

Once touched, there was no going back.

Roswitha closed her eyes, with her lips slightly parted, but no sound could come out.

She didn’t have any strength left; her body had already plunged into deep exhaustion two hours ago.

But she still accepted Leon, continuing to push the limits of her Dragon Queen physique to accommodate each of the Dragon Slayer's relentless advance.

It was another depraved celebration—neither of them could recall how many times it had been.

The feeling of swelling came again. Roswitha clenched her thighs, turning to her side on the bed, her body uncontrollably convulsing lightly .

“Leon… I’m so tired.”

Leon lay in front of her, reaching out to smooth down the sweat-dampened strands of her hair.

“Let's stop here, Roswitha… This is too crazy.”

Roswitha gave a weary smile. “You said that three hours ago, but as soon as I touched you, you just… pounced on.”

Leon chuckled wryly. “Then don’t touch me.”

Fatigue pressed heavily upon the Queen as she emitted a soft laugh and rested her forehead lightly against Leon's broad shoulders. This gave her a profound sense of reassurance after all her exhaustion.

“How could I stop myself from touching you, dummy?”

Roswitha only revealed her true feelings under two circumstances:

One was when she was drunk;

The other was after their intimate time, when her mind was muddled and she only wanted to nestle against Leon and have a rest.

Now was precisely one of those times.

She draped her fair lotus-like arm across the chest of the man lying beside her on the pillow, her warm hand stroking the Dragon Mark on his chest.

The glow of the Dragon Mark gradually began to fade.

The Dragon Mark on her arm had also quieted down.

Roswitha secretly let out a breath of relief. “Finally... it's over.”

Even the strongest reaction from a Dragon Mark had to rely on the condition of the couple’s conditions.

If this continued, it wouldn’t be surprising that they would end up needing to hold onto the walls while walking.

Seeing the reaction of the Dragon Mark was dissipating, Leon, too, breathed easy, raising his hands to gently cover Roswitha’s slightly cool hands.

There was a brief moment of silence before Leon suddenly asked,

“By the way, now that the reaction of the Dragon Mark has become so sensitive, wouldn’t it affect our daily lives? Or, what if it suddenly reacts during a battle? That could be dangerous.”

This was indeed a significant concern.

Imagine that when Leon was fighting against some foolhardy Dragon King, while his wife at home suddenly started worrying about him—

Activate! The Dragon Marks!

The opposing Dragon King saw General Leon’s chest and arms glowing purple, thinking he was about to unleash some ultimate moves;

But alas, General Leon only wanted to cuddle his wife.

The opposing Dragon King’s response would certainly be something along the lines of: “Could you respect me a little, please?”

This was absurd!

Roswitha shook her head. “It won’t happen. Whether the Dragon Mark resonates or not largely depends on our subjective thoughts.”

“Subjective thoughts?”

“Uh-huh. Take what you’ve just mentioned, about the Dragon Mark reacting during a battle—that wouldn’t happen at all.”

Roswitha explained, “Though it’s inevitable to worry about, or miss each other during a fight, that’s fundamentally different from the yearning during leisure moments. It’s not the Dragon Marks that distinguish between the two, but we ourselves.”

She subtly withdrew her hands, letting them trail upward until they reached Leon’s neck. She used her fingers to gently stroke his firm jawline as she continued,

“You wouldn’t be thinking about dating me while fighting, would you?”

Leon seriously pondered this for a moment before replying in a mock-serious tone, “Hard to say. Because the Dragon Kings I’ve faced have all been weaklings, so I might actually end up thinking of you during a battle.”

Roswitha giggled and slapped his arms lightly. “What do you mean that all the Dragon Kings you’ve met were weaklings? Then am I considered a weakling too?”

“No, no, no, you’re far from weak. After all, I’ve never fought against any Dragon King all the way until dawn.”

“Ugh, you’re so annoying!”

Roswitha withdrew her hands and shifted to the far side of the bed, deliberately putting some distance between herself and Leon.

Leon didn’t move closer either.

The couple lay there quietly, staring at the ceiling.

After a moment, Roswitha remarked,

“Based on the intensity of the resonance just now, there shouldn’t be any issue with the second Dragon Mark. So we can use it to store more magic power.”

“Yeah.”

The purpose of carving the second Dragon Mark wasn’t purely for more intense intimate moments (though, perhaps, that was partly a reason)—it was to make them become stronger.

More magic power meant being able to use more spells during combats.

“But… just relying on this isn’t enough.”

Roswitha said, “Increasing the reserve of magic alone won’t bring decisive changes to battle outcomes. I still need… other methods to enhance myself further.”

Leon glanced at her, then said,

“You’re a Silver Dragon who focuses on speed, fundamentally different from Constantine, Star, and those Dragon Kings who emphasize aggressive attacks. So if you forcefully enhance yourself, it might come at unpredictable risks, right?”

Roswitha nodded. “Indeed, there’s risk. But I don’t want…”

She dragged out her last syllable, seeming hesitant about whether to finish her sentence or not.

“What?”

Roswitha closed her eyes, her lips curling slightly upwards. Then, she turned her head slowly, opening her beautiful silver eyes to gaze at the man in front of her.

“I don't want to keep hiding behind you every time. I want to stand by your side, Leon.”

Leon’s pupils shifted slightly. “During the fight against Star, we fought side-by-side, didn’t we? You’re already strong, Roswitha.”

“While it’s true that we fought together, breaking through his absolute defense, Twilight Bell, and nullifying his final self-destruction—all these relied on you to accomplish.”

Roswitha gave a bitter smile, her tone tinged with self-mockery. “A prisoner outshining the queen—doesn’t that make me an embarrassment as a monarch?”

“Not at all, silly.”

Leon gently caressed her cheek, his voice tender. “If not for your timely intervention, I wouldn’t have been able to escape Star’s explosion unscathed—at the very least, I would have been wounded a bit.”

“So basically, my role is to make sure you get injured less?”

“Hang on, Your Majesty—that implication didn’t come from me; you're the one reading into it.”

Roswitha chuckled and lay down again.

“Hm… I’ve thought of a method,” Roswitha said.

Hearing this, Leon internally sighed.

As he suspected, his wife was as stubborn as a mule—once she set her mind on something, even eight dragons couldn’t pull her away from it.

Still, he was willing to hear her out. “What’s the method?”

“Have you ever heard of… ‘the Primal Magic’?”