52 Fire Big Stick
“Dad, why does your face suddenly look worse? Did Dragon Strength not work?” Little Light asked with concern.
Leon was momentarily speechless.
Oh dear, it’s not that Dragon Strength isn’t effective; it’s that the effect might be too good—Dad’s having a hard time handling it…
No.
It’s not just Dad struggling.
Your mom is probably feeling it too.
Thinking this, Leon raised his head to look at Roswiser.
The Mother Dragon was still there enjoying the spectacle, acting like she’d forgotten about the last Dragon Strength disaster where she didn’t come out unscathed.
Roswiser was having a bit of an “are you kidding me?” moment.
The good news: their little daughter had a natural alchemical body and developed Dragon Strength by the time she was four months old, surpassing ninety-nine point nine percent of adults. Anyone seeing this half-bl**d genius dragon girl would have to marvel at her skills.
The bad news: correspondingly, her father had become a natural Dragon Strength powerhouse.
His life was filled with significant achievements and an equal measure of abstract masculinity, with at least two-thirds of his entertainment quota coming from his beloved little cotton jackets.
He thought Mun’s previous antics as a snack thief were the peak; little did he know Light would outdo her, leaving Dad feeling like he was just buried in the sand.
“It’s all good. Dragon Strength is a great supplement for the Dragon Race; it just takes a little time to kick in,” Roswiser quickly stepped in, playing peacekeeper. “Dad just needs to work up a sweat tonight, and he’ll be bouncing around tomorrow morning, so don’t worry.”
“Really, Mom?” Noia questioned, feeling like Dad’s ‘please don’t save me, I don’t want to live’ expression seemed a bit more serious than just a little sweating would fix.
Roswiser sighed inwardly.
She wasn’t good at lying in front of her daughters.
Could she tell them that their dad was moments away from losing his marbles, and things were about to get a tad inappropriate?
There was no choice; Roswiser steeled herself and said, “Of course it’s true, Mom promises you, once the effects kick in, Dad will just need a nap and he’ll be fine.”
Upon hearing this, the three little ones felt a slight peace.
“Then, Dad, make sure to get some good rest tonight~” Mun stood by the bed, shaking Leon’s wrist.
Rest?
Honey, I doubt Dad will be able to rest even for a minute tonight.
“Uh, alright, Dad understands.”
“Okay, it’s getting late; you all should head off to bed. Tomorrow, we’ll get to play games with the healthy Dad, right?”
Roswiser had to hurry and usher her little dragon daughters away.
That Dragon Strength stuff could get downright terrifying once the effects kicked in.
“Goodnight, Mom! Goodnight, Dad! Don’t forget to rest!”
“Yeah, goodnight…”
The three little ones filed out, and Roswiser escorted them to the door before locking it behind them.
When she returned to the bedroom, Leon was already sitting up against the headboard.
His face was noticeably redder than before, yet his eyes were shining with a new clarity.
No, not clarity.
It was “hyper.”
Seeing this, the Queen felt her legs weaken, and even instinctively curled her tail a bit.
She still vividly remembered that crazy stormy night when he first tried Dragon Strength.
At that time, she was the one who put the pressure on him, which made General Leon go overboard, recklessly activating Dragon Strength and losing his mind.
But this time, he was sick, so even with Dragon Strength, surely he wouldn’t go as crazy as last time?
Roswiser hesitated, then slowly walked to the bed, extending her tail toward Leon.
“Hey, want to play?”
She recalled the last time he went wild, holding onto her tail and calling her his wife.
This time, the Queen planned to take the initiative, soothing him down like a child first.
Leon rolled his eyes, about to retort that Roswiser shouldn’t treat him like a kid.
But oddly enough, a voice kept whispering in his head:
“Grab it, grab it, grab it.”
Leon frowned, slapping his head, trying to chase that devilish whisper away.
No luck.
“Grab it.”
“Grab it.”
“Grab it.”
Leon clicked his tongue in annoyance, and when he snapped back to reality, he realized he had somehow grabbed the tip of Roswiser’s tail.
Cool and silky, it felt great.
Leon froze, quickly explaining, “I-I didn’t mean to do that… it was my body that just…”
Still trying to deny it.
Roswiser, arms crossed, regarded her Dog Man with a smirk.
“Grabbing my tail while saying you didn’t mean to do it? That doesn’t have much convincing power.”
At that, Leon instantly attempted to let go.
But his hand was stuck to Roswiser’s tail like glue—no matter how hard he tried, it wouldn’t budge.
And that silky cool sensation was too delightful for him to just give up on.
Just holding it wasn’t enough to satisfy Leon.
He stared at her long tail and couldn’t help but swallow.
Next, to Roswiser’s surprise, he gently pressed her tail against his burning forehead.
Then he let out a satisfied sigh.
“Silver Dragon ice pack, you’re truly the best.”
Roswiser smirked, speaking with a hint of mock disdain, “Should I be thankful you didn’t try to bite it?”
“Wife…”
Great.
Starting with ‘wife’ is the sign of him losing it.
“Your tail is so cold and so nice.”
“Do you like it?”
“Love it.”
“Then as long as you like it, keep holding it and don’t do anything else~”
“Yes, my esteemed wife!”
Keeping a child quiet when you’re already a mother of three is way too easy.
Letting Leon play with her tail was better than him doing anything else.
After all, despite being sick, she still had the Nine Gates of Hell’s first gate buff to worry about; Roswiser didn’t dare to lightly test the limits of Leon in this state.
One wrong move and she’d be served a 42° Fire Big Stick!
Roswiser sat down on the edge of the bed.
Leon was still toying with her tail like a precious keepsake against his face.
Before long, she heard him ask, “Wife, your tail is so much fun; why don’t I have one?”
Roswiser snorted, “You used to refuse when I said I’d get you a tail. And now you want one?—Not happening!”
Just because he wanted it, did that mean she had to give it?
She really spoiled him.
Leon, losing it, didn’t press further and suddenly quieted down.
Roswiser didn’t think much of it.
In the grip of Dragon Strength, his thought process was like a high on frog—she could never guess where his next leap would land.
“Wife.”
“Go on.”
“Love you~” was his awkward attempt to butter up.
“Mm, love you.” A flat response with no feeling.
“Wife, look at me.”
“What for?” Roswiser crossed her arms. Although sitting on the edge of the bed, she was staring straight ahead, not looking at Leon.
“Look at me, hurry,” Leon urged.
Sighing, Roswiser slowly turned her head to face him.
There he was, arm raised over his head, fingers pointed down gently tapping his own head, forming a large heart gesture towards Roswiser.
“Love you~ Wife~”
Normally, he wouldn’t dare act this childishly and romantically with her.
Watching this goofy display, Roswiser couldn’t help but chuckle.
Still, she fought hard to keep a straight face, huffing, “Pfft, what a childish goofball.”
“Do one too, wife.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Come on, just one!”
Ugh.
He’s already high on Dragon Strength, why not just go along with it?
Roswiser closed her eyes and sighed, mimicking Leon’s pose, raising her arm, pointing at her head, and forming a giant heart.
“Love you~”
“And?”
“What else is there?”
“Add a title after ‘love you.’”
His thinking was like a larger version of Mun but burdened with the requests of a goofy boy.
Sure enough, the daughters had more than a little of their crazy parents in them.
So, what could she do?—
She pampered him.
Thus, Roswiser formed a heart while sweetly saying, “Love you~ Hubby~”
Immediately after saying that, the Queen’s expression shifted, her eyes narrowing, tone icy, “Satisfied?”
Leon nodded, “Satisfied.”
Rolling her eyes at him, Roswiser stood up, “Now hand back my tail; I need to use the restroom.”
She thought Leon would obediently release her tail, but instead, he suddenly yanked it, pulling her straight back onto the bed.
“Hey, what are you doing—”
Before she could finish, the dragon pattern on Roswiser’s chest flickered faintly.
“d*mn it… so we’re actually going this far…”
“Mother Dragon.”
The man’s voice came from her side, carrying a warm heat.
Roswiser slowly turned her head to look at him.
He had taken off his top, the dragon pattern on his chest glowing while crackling with blue arcs.
In that moment, the Silver Dragon Queen realized.
So tonight, she would face a 42° Fire Big Stick with a lightning twist, huh?
