Dragon Pattern
Double the fun! (Extra chapter!)
In the grand hall of the Holy Temple, the air was thick with tipsy whispers of romance and mischief.
A bottle of red wine had toppled down the steps, and the crimson liquid cascaded in a glorious stream, flowing down each step like a medieval waterfall.
Atop the throne, two entangled figures were having a moment that could only be described as “hard to untangle.”
Leon seemed to finally grasp why Roswiser had opted to make the throne so spacious.
Not only spacious enough for two, but sturdy enough to withstand a variety of awkward positions.
She wasn’t slacking off;
No, she was enlightened!
“So, you had me wait here tonight just for this, huh? Hmm?”
Roswiser slightly closed her eyes, her cheeks flushed with satisfaction.
She was leaning against the throne’s armrest, swaying in rhythm, while her tail sort of wiggled behind her.
Roswiser whispered, “I told you ages ago… I… We would eventually end up here—”
The alcohol had heightened her sensitivity, making it nearly impossible to string a complete sentence together.
Slowly, she opened her eyes, and from her angle resting on the throne’s arm, she could see the entire grand hall reflected in her gaze.
The Holy Temple was spacious, luxurious, and utterly void of life.
Yet, her and Leon’s deep affection for one another seemed to fill every nook and cranny of the hall.
Her visage was mirrored on the tiles—silver hair tousled, half-lidded and dreamy-eyed—
Ah, how disgraceful it was for a queen to be indulging in such activities with a mere human in her hallowed throne!
But… Roswiser was thoroughly enjoying this self-loathing.
An obsessive neat-freak, yet she allowed Leon to “explore” her body;
A workaholic who spruced up the throne, all in the name of sharing intimate moments with her “fake” husband;
And despite considering herself to be emotionally detached, she fell for a man she absolutely shouldn’t have.
In public, she was the cold-hearted queen, but in private, a wife indulging in her romantic escapades.
She was trapped in a whirlwind of embarrassment and self-disgust brought on by these contradictions.
Leon’s rough hands tightened around her neck once more.
Roswiser chuckled, “Go on, give it another squeeze, Leon.”
No sooner had she spoken than she felt the grip around her neck tighten just a smidge more.
“I tried it. What’s it to you?” Leon’s voice rumbled with a seriousness that belied the playful banter.
Roswiser grasped his wrist, her lips grazing his fingertips, “That’s called overstepping your bounds, captive.”
“Oh really, Your Majesty? I have even more overstepping to unleash on you. Care to try?”
“Bring it on—let this queen see—”
Her dragon pupils glimmered, her blush deepening, yet she persisted in her “duel” with Leon.
“Show me what you got.”
Roswiser might have had a slight inclination towards being a bit submissive.
Just a tad.
And Leon had nailed that “tad” with pinpoint accuracy.
He ensured that Roswiser was satisfied without genuinely injuring or wronging her.
Between lovers, the playfulness knows no bounds—that’s just standard practice;
But whatever the pleasure, it hinges on mutual respect.
First, she was Leon’s wife, then a partner in their playful games.
In the throes of Leon’s “bold” approach, the couple completed their first act of the night on the refurbished throne.
Her delicate arms fell limply over the throne’s armrest.
Roswiser laughed tiredly, eyes closed, savoring that fleeting moment of euphoria.
As her hand brushed the cold tiles beneath her, awareness returned.
She lifted her gaze to Leon, who was also resting.
Grabbing her gown from the floor, she nonchalantly slipped it back on, then stood up, bare feet meeting the chill of the tiles as she made her way down the steps from the throne.
Her neck was adorned with kiss marks, her fair back speckled with red impressions.
Silver hair cascaded down to her waist.
Seeing her dress, Leon quietly slipped on his pants, leaving his upper body exposed.
In the desolate grand hall, the Silver Dragon Queen stood at the steps, facing away from the man lounging on the throne above with his shirt off.
“Leon.”
“Hmm?”
“Relying solely on promoting live births isn’t going to really strengthen the Silver Dragon Race.”
Roswiser murmured, “As the queen, I need to become stronger to better protect my people. Do you understand?”
“Yeah, I get it. So, what’s your plan?”
“Remember when you just got back a few days ago, and I told you about storing more magic power?”
Leon nodded, “Yeah, but didn’t you say your body wasn’t ready for that yet?”
Roswiser turned to him, stretching her arms, “Well, now I’ve recovered! Ready to do it. Want to hear my thoughts?”
“Sure, spill it.”
“This method is actually pretty simple, and guess what? You inspired me!”
Leon raised an eyebrow, “I did?”
“Yep! After realizing your body couldn’t store magic, you used the Dragon Pattern as a storage organ, pouring magic into it for safekeeping, right?”
Roswiser explained, “But the Dragon Pattern has its limits; it probably only stores enough for about ten minutes of full power, right?”
“Exactly. Taking down those six Dragon Kings was about my limit, even with the Nine Gates of Hell’s boost.”
Leon replied, “Without the Nine Gates, we’d have been in deep trouble that day.”
“True, but don’t forget, you earned those skills. As long as you can defeat your opponent, that’s all that matters.”
Leon chuckled, “Yeah, that sounds about right. Keep going.”
“So, my thought is, since one Dragon Pattern holds enough magic for roughly ten minutes, what if we used two Dragon Patterns…? Would that double the fighting time and strength?”
Upon hearing that, Leon’s eyes lit up, surprise flickering across his face.
“Two, TWO Dragon Patterns? I thought you could only have one!”
“Who says? Dragon Patterns are essentially magic formations—there’s no limit on how many you can have.”
After a pause, Roswiser nibbled her lip, looking somewhat conflicted as she continued, “But…”
“But?”
“If you have more than one, the sensations the Dragon Patterns bring… will also multiply. Remember that time I made you wear the Black Gold Battle Armor with the Dragon Pattern and… well, that other thing happened? Yeah, that time?”
Leon winced at the memory.
Ah yes, that was a while ago. Roswiser had taken him to the secret treasure vault behind the mountain, and he got to don the Black Gold Battle Armor once again after two years.
But he had not anticipated that the rugged armor had been thoroughly “enjoyed” by the Mother Dragon.
He ended up being utterly spellbound under the influence of two Dragon Patterns for more than an hour.
That experience almost cost him his life!
Just recalling it sent shivers down his spine.
“Yeah… I remember.”
“That experience was merely the external Dragon Pattern. If you tattoo a second one directly onto your body, the sensations will be significantly amplified.”
Roswiser continued, “But theoretically, this would also double the magic power stored.”
“True… but isn’t this just your method of getting stronger? Didn’t you say you needed to strengthen yourself too?” Leon asked.
Roswiser nodded, “Right. So… I’ll also tattoo a second Dragon Pattern on my body, just like you, to stockpile more magic.”
Leon rubbed his forehead, “This plan sounds easy enough, but if the Dragon Patterns really have such extensive powers, can’t others do the same? Won’t that mean we lose our advantage?”
Roswiser grinned softly, hands behind her back, slowly stepping closer.
She leaned a bit, letting the neckline of her dress drop, revealing her soft skin and the Dragon Pattern on her chest.
Grasping Leon’s wrist, she gently placed his hand on her chest,
“For the vast majority of dragons, a Dragon Pattern is a shackle, a constraint, a pure love handcuff, a cage of loyalty.”
“After all, who can guarantee they’ll only love one person in their hundreds of years of life?”
“But we…”
“You and I, Leon, we will… be together, forever, right?”
