Chapter 4: Leave Your Mark on Me
The concept of “revenge” among the Dragon Race has always been a riddle that has troubled human dragon scholars.
Leon had heard a little about it.
Their revenge is a blend of “paranoia,” “extremism,” and “actions far beyond human understanding”—basically, your classic non-human behavior.
So no matter how the dragons go about their revenge, Leon wouldn’t bat an eye.
But—
Two years ago, I got you pregnant just to annoy you;
And now, two years later, you’re planning to pull the same stunt on me?
Your Majesty, isn’t this a bit too wild?
But alas, there’s no time for Leon to analyze Roswiser’s revenge psychology at this moment.
That silver tail of hers is already raised high, signaling her excitement.
Excitement, however, involves more than just little Moon’s earlier joy and glee.
There are other activities to gauge the excitement of a silver-haired dragon.
For example… double sports.
“Roswiser, either k*ll me outright or hand me a kn*fe for a proper duel.”
If Roswiser really wants an honest-to-goodness human-dragon 1v1 showdown, he’d totally be game.
Even though he knows he’s not even close to being her match, for honor and the pride of being a Dragon Slayer, he would fight until his last breath.
But what’s the reality?
Right now, they are indeed locked in a human-dragon 1v1 showdown, just that the method and battlefield are…
Roswiser isn’t paying any attention to Leon, her tail pinning him down, rendering him completely immobile.
Seeing this, Leon tries once more to awaken whatever remnants of knightly spirit are left in Roswiser.
“Your Majesty… you may k*ll a Dragon Slayer, but you can’t humiliate one. Forcing me into this is the biggest insult!”
Roswiser slightly closes her eyes, a rosy hue creeping up her cheeks as she sways gently to her breathing rhythm,
“If this is humiliating for you as a Dragon Slayer, then when you used bl**d Temptation on me two years ago, you should have anticipated a day like this.”
“At that time, the situation was special! I thought I was a goner, so I…”
“I’m not interested in your explanations, Leon. Since you say this is an insult, I’m all the more determined to complete this revenge.”
“Roswiser, you—”
“Shhh~~~”
Roswiser extends her finger, gently pressing it against Leon’s lips.
She slowly opens her eyes, her dragon pupils glimmering with ambiguity and warmth.
Leon finds himself lost in her gaze.
Despite the deep emotions in Roswiser’s eyes, Leon knows it’s only the result of the current circumstances.
The so-called “feelings” are just biological instincts reacting to stimuli.
Roswiser clearly stated this is to humiliate Leon—this is her revenge.
“So let’s—”
She builds anticipation, her voice dripping with sweetness yet laced with a victor’s pride, “Begin~”
Leon shuts his eyes, trying to suppress his physiological reaction.
But it’s hopeless.
There’s no way a normal guy could handle this.
Furthermore, the intense stimuli are clashing violently with Leon’s rationality as a Dragon Slayer.
On one side lies the breeding instinct embedded in male creatures; on the other, the honor and pride of a dragon-slaying hero…
Like light and dark, once they collide, there’s only annihilation—no possibility for coexistence.
At this moment, Roswiser is fully entrenched in her path of revenge.
Rather than revenge, it feels more like a carnival of humiliation.
The noble Dragon Race and the humble Humans seemingly only have a life-or-d*ath outcome ahead of them.
Especially since they are both high-ranking members of their respective clans.
One is the Queen of Silver Dragons, the other, a Human Hero.
The battlefield has shifted from lofty mountains to the soft comfort of a spacious bed;
The cries of battle morphing into whispery murmurs;
What we hold in our hands are no longer swords and blades, but parts of each other’s bodies.
This is not only an affront to the strongest Dragon Slayer, Leon, but isn’t it also a disgrace for herself?
But oh.
The Dragon Race’s revenge has always baffled Humans.
With the battle intensifying, Leon turns his head in an effort to salvage what little dignity he has left.
Only to be forcibly turned back by Roswiser gripping his chin, compelling him to look at her.
“Don’t be shy, oh brave Dragon Slayer.”
“You may have fought for decades without encountering a Mother Dragon to share your bed, but here you are, living it firsthand.”
“Open your eyes, Leon! Look at my face! Look at our current predicament.”
“Messy, fallen, utterly disgraceful—this union of Humans and Dragons is utterly absurd, isn’t it?”
“But all of this—is my revenge on you, Leon! Your dignity and pride will be crushed to dust beneath my heels!”
The crazed Queen appears even more stunning than usual.
…
As the fierce battle reaches its climax, two races of life are intertwined in a moment of sublime bliss.
Roswiser senses the warmth, tilting her head back to gaze at the ceiling, her silver hair cascading down like a galaxy.
With a slightly sickly laugh, she says, “Look, oh great Dragon Slayer, you’re being drained by the very Dragon Race you hate the most. Feeling humiliated? Feeling powerless? Heh… ha ha ha—”
Leon has just awakened from a two-year slumber, and his body is weak to begin with.
Now, with this onslaught, he feels like he’s on the brink of collapse.
His neck feels cold, his vision goes dark; closing his eyes only makes the world spin.
He has abandoned the thought of having a rational discussion with Roswiser, shouting in exasperation,
“k*ll me! Roswiser, you’ve had your revenge! Just k*ll me already, right? Come on!”
Two years ago, he thought there was no way he’d survive. So he aimed to humiliate Roswiser in his last moments.
Yet, she resurrected him, only to turn around and go wild herself.
For a proud Human Hero, it’s torture beyond d*ath.
Roswiser discards her gentle facade. “k*ll you? Hmph! The damage you’ve done to me can’t be undone by a little warm-up!”
“Roswiser, what more do you want…”
“I want you alive, Leon! I want you to live well.”
The Queen leans down, closing the distance between her face and Leon’s, her hair cascading like a veil, lightly tickling his earlobe.
“You need to be alive so I can keep humiliating you.”
“I want you to live your life burdened by this shame, oh great Dragon Slayer. Got it? A lifetime, being thoroughly humiliated by me!”
“You might be thinking of offing yourself when I’m not looking, huh?”
“Bad news! Even if you sever your own head, I’ll spare no effort to bring you back to life.”
“I want you to live forever, kept under my heel, enduring my humiliation and revenge.”
“Leon Casmod, until I’m satisfied, no one can k*ll you—not even you.”
“Ha ha… ha ha ha—”
The silver dragon pupils no longer have that warmth and enchantment from moments ago.
Instead, they’re filled with a near-manic glee of the victorious Silver Dragon Queen.
“And!”
Her laughter suddenly halts, eyes widening slightly as if she’s a neurotic madwoman,
“I’m going to leave my mark on you.”
“For the Dragon Race, this is the utmost honor; countless powerful Dragon Kings have longed for my mark.”
“But only you, Leon, only you can receive it.”
“Because for you, it has nothing to do with honor at all.”
“It will be etched on your body, representing shame. It signifies you’ve become my prisoner, bound to me for all eternity, unable to go anywhere.”
As she speaks, Roswiser slowly extends her right hand, a silver array shimmering in her palm.
Simultaneously, she tears open Leon’s shirt.
“Roswiser… stop, please… don’t do this…”
“I’m going to show you what it’s like to mess with me, Roswiser!”
With that, Roswiser presses her palm down, and the array sizzles onto Leon’s chest.
It’s not painful, just a slight warmth.
Leon clenches his teeth and tightens his fists.
But right now, he’s powerless against Roswiser.
He can only let it happen, watching helplessly as this crazed Mother Dragon brands him.
After what feels like an eternity, Roswiser withdraws her hand, beckoning with her fingers, and the mirror from the bedside flies into her grip.
She angles the mirror, showcasing the mark on Leon’s chest for him to see.
It’s a silver dragon with wings, and a hint of heart motifs.
Guess it represents “love.”
Smash—
Roswiser tosses aside the mirror, shattering it to pieces.
Then, she rips open her own neckline, revealing part of her cleavage.
Leon notices she has an identical mark on her chest.
“The Dragon Pattern reacts when bonded parties begin to miss each other.”
“Of course, you know what I mean by ‘missing’ isn’t just about nostalgia.”
“You human dragon scholars are well aware of this pattern’s implications.”
“So if you ever find a chance to flee back to the Empire, I’m not worried at all.”
“Because if your human pals see the Dragon Pattern on you, guess what… you think you’ll still be their legendary Dragon Slayer?”
Roswiser chuckles, finishes dressing, and hops off the bed.
She fixes her slightly disheveled hair, putting on her high heels as she strides to the door.
Leon shuts his eyes, thinking this day is finally done.
Alas, it isn’t.
“I’m going to prepare some food for daughter. Later… we continue.”
