**20. Women’s Words Should be Taken Backwards**
(Second Update)
After getting crucial intel from Morin, Roswiser didn’t rush to get Leon out of the dungeon.
To be precise, they didn’t leave the entire dungeon.
They walked through the prison corridor and arrived at another area.
Despite the iron bars and gates everywhere, Leon quickly noticed that all the cells here were empty.
The previous area where Morin was had dozens of Dragon Race prisoners locked up.
Seeing the confusion on Leon’s face, Roswiser explained, “This is the area for imprisoning foreigners.”
Leon paused, mulling over, “Foreigners…”
The Silver Dragon Race wasn’t known for being warlike and never proactively attacked other Dragon Races or foreigners, so it made sense that a designated area for foreign prisoners was empty.
But why did she bring him here?
Leon didn’t quite understand what the Mother Dragon was up to, but his gut feeling was telling him that it probably wasn’t anything good.
As they ventured deeper into the area, Roswiser asked, “Do you know what the most significant battle against foreigners was for the Silver Dragon Race in recent years?”
“Which one?” Leon asked automatically.
“The invasion by the Human Empire’s Dragon Slayer Army.”
Great, he shouldn’t have asked.
Leon rolled his eyes, “So?”
“In that battle, we captured a warrior renowned as the strongest Dragon Slayer. Guess who he is?”
As they spoke, the couple arrived at the door of the innermost cell.
Leon felt unfazed by Roswiser’s trip down memory lane; he even wanted to chuckle.
“So what if you captured him? I mean, I’m still the father of your three kids, right?”
General Leon has always preferred logic over might, yet when it came to being a dad after being captured, he had this ‘I don’t care if I’m a pig thrown into boiling water’ attitude.
No matter how teasingly Roswiser chided him, he could simply say, “I’m your husband,” to level the playing field.
“Alright, alright, you’re the dad of my kids, you’re my husband, whatever you say goes.”
Roswiser let out a light laugh, then slowly turned to face the cold cell in front of her.
Leon followed her gaze. “So what are we doing here?”
“Hmm? Doesn’t revisiting the site evoke your fond memories from back then?”
“What fond mem—”
Leon’s words were abruptly cut off as memories exploded in his mind like a long-buried bomb hitting a spark.
The remnants of the past danced in his eyes; it was right here that he spent time as Roswiser’s captive.
Oh~~
Leon finally realized.
No wonder this Mother Dragon said she wanted to go to ‘The Place Where Dreams Begin.’
She had a point; this was indeed the starting point for him and Roswiser.
But Leon still couldn’t wrap his head around why Roswiser wanted to drag him here.
“Oh? Based on your expression, it looks like you remembered?” Roswiser asked with a smile.
Leon shoved his hands into his pants pockets and shrugged, begrudgingly replying, “Yeah, remembered. So, what’s the deal? You still haven’t said what we’re here for.”
“Returning to The Place Where Dreams Begin means… to relive the original dream, of course.”
She opened the cell door and made a very standard “after you” gesture, “Captives first.”
Gulp—
Leon swallowed hard.
If his reading comprehension wasn’t off, Roswiser was suggesting he and she were going to…
Relive that bloody tragedy in this cell?
From the smile on her face, Leon figured he wasn’t wrong.
So he immediately responded, “No way.”
“Why not?”
Leon’s eyes scanned the inside of the cell, a light bulb going off in his head, “Because it’s too dirty in here. Germs and stuff, bad for the health.”
“Not at all, no one’s been locked up in here for years, except you. Any germs here are the same ones you had back then; I don’t mind them.”
“…Well, that doesn’t matter.”
The Queen leaned against the cell door, arms crossed, looking displeased. “Why not?”
“I’m afraid it’ll bring up bad memories for you.”
“You’ve given me so many bad memories already. What’s one more? Don’t make me say it twice; get in there, captive.”
In Roswiser’s bedroom, they played the ‘Queen and Captive’ role play many times.
But this time, it felt all too real.
While Leon was racking his brain for excuses to avoid this assignment, the dragon pattern on his chest began to glow.
Clearly, Roswiser wasn’t going to give him any more time to squirm.
After all, they were in a cell; despite claiming it didn’t bother her, it was better to wrap things up quickly.
She grabbed Leon’s wrist and pulled him into the cell.
Her soft, graceful figure sank onto the dry pile of grass, while her captive stripped off his shirt, revealing a solid, muscular body and the dragon pattern on his chest pulsating with a mystical purple glow.
This time, Roswiser opted for a passive approach.
She closed her eyes, feeling the familiar and gentle kisses and caresses, a flush spreading across her exhausted face, and a satisfied smile gracing her lips.
Truth is, Roswiser wanted to do this with Leon here purely on a whim.
The magic of probing memories had significant side effects, causing the user to experience quite a bit of pressure.
And coincidentally, the way the Queen relieved her pressure was simple and straightforward.
Moreover, while she was more reserved in public, she genuinely craved to do something more exciting and rebellious when alone with Leon.
As for why she felt this way, Roswiser pondered a lot.
In the end, she realized that the thrill of breaking boundaries could be addictive.
She was intoxicated by the ‘addiction’ Leon gave her, with no desire to rescue herself, wanting only to fall deeper into depravity with him.
What could be wrong with that?
Being the Silver Dragon Queen was exhausting; let her unleash her inner rebellion and frustration in front of her fictional husband.
The dragon pattern’s response also sent Leon into a bit of a daze.
He leaned down, pressing against Roswiser’s chest, savoring the exquisite softness, raising his hand to gently caress her cheek, and softly asking, “Are you really not going to feel uncomfortable here?”
Roswiser knew what he was referring to; he had just mentioned those so-called “bad memories.”
With silver eyes meeting his, she smirked, teasing him by caressing his hot earlobe, “Don’t worry, this place won’t remind me of any bad memories; it will just make me—”
She leaned closer, whispering in Leon’s ear, “Want to conquer you even more.”
No doubt, Roswiser was being provocative.
It was her go-to tactic.
And Leon, being particularly susceptible to this move, was her constant target.
Sure enough, after hearing that line, Leon grasped her neck and pushed her back onto the pile of grass.
He didn’t use much force; just enough to avoid making Roswiser feel like she couldn’t breathe, while still delivering a clear message.
She liked it this way, even explicitly told Leon he could be a bit rough with her during their assignments.
Roswiser smiled satisfactorily, her fingertips lightly tracing Leon’s wrist, her gaze bubbling with charm,
“Darling, I don’t like it when you treat me so rudely.”
Women’s words should be taken backwards.
When she says no, she means yes;
When she says she’s not angry, she is angry.
So, “I don’t like being treated rudely” means—
Give me more of that, please!