6. Fall into Darkness, Great Dragon Slayer
Roswiser’s flight speed in dragon form was impressive.
Leon lay flat on her back, the wind whooshing past his ears. His already weak body struggled to cope with such high speed, and within moments of takeoff, he was gasping for breath.
Fortunately, Roswiser seemed to notice this and cast a magical shield around him just before he was about to pass out.
He felt a little better after that.
“Ha… humans really are weak,” the silver dragon beneath him mocked without hesitation.
Normally, Leon would have exchanged a few sharp words back, but given his current state, he decided against it.
Once he felt a bit more stable, Leon asked, “What are you bringing me back to the Empire for?”
“Aren’t you homesick? I thought I’d let you take a good look,” she replied.
A good look.
For some reason, Leon felt those simple words concealed some of Roswiser’s mischievous intentions.
But now he was in a hopeless situation, trapped with no escape. He had no choice but to let Roswiser fly him to the Empire.
In fact, Leon had a pretty good idea of what Roswiser wanted to do.
She probably just wanted him to stand far away and gaze at the Empire, able to look but not return. That was a painful experience for someone like him, who had left home.
Leon steeled himself for the emotional torment.
He had expected humiliation, no question;
But if he could just get a glimpse of his long-lost hometown, then he could endure a bit of discomfort—it wasn’t a big deal.
After entering human territory, Roswiser activated her invisibility spell and continued flying towards the Empire.
Even though she was fast, it still took over three hours to fly from the Silver Dragon Temple to the Empire.
Leon had done his homework on Roswiser, the Silver Dragon Queen; she was all about speed and agility. If it were another dragon, it would’ve taken at least six hours.
This was why dragons didn’t just waltz into human lands; while they could easily break through the border guards, getting out was a whole different story.
Thus, for years, both sides engaged in small-scale skirmishes at the border.
Two years ago, under pressure from various fronts, Leon led a dragon-slaying team to attack the Silver Dragon Temple.
One had to admit his team was a miracle. They nearly made it to the heart of the temple!
But at the critical moment, Leon was betrayed by a snake in the grass and ended up as Roswiser’s prisoner.
Leon didn’t know who had stabbed him in the back, but if he ever escaped back to the Empire, he would drag that person into the light.
And then…
He’d send them to the Empire’s gigolo shop to be thoroughly “ground down to a needle” by wealthy ladies in their forties, so they could experience the kind of hell Leon had gone through.
Leon shook his head, pulling himself back to the present and choosing not to dwell on these random thoughts.
During the entire flight to the Empire, Roswiser didn’t say another word to him.
Of course, he had no intention of striking up a conversation with this mother dragon.
If he had a sword in his hand, he would have stabbed her right in the back by now.
It was a dragon slayer’s instinct—seeing a dragon made him want to slice.
After roughly three hours, they finally landed on a mountain outside the imperial city.
Roswiser transformed back into her human form, wrapped her tail around Leon’s waist, and slowly descended onto a giant tree at the top of the mountain.
Plop—
Creak—
Roswiser unceremoniously tossed Leon onto the tree trunk and pointed her chin toward the distant Empire.
“Look, that’s your home.”
Leon got up and looked ahead.
The Empire was ablaze with lights, with the royal tower, symbolizing the Empire’s highest power, standing tall among the cityscape, imposing and majestic.
He couldn’t make out the finer details of the city, but just being able to look at it from afar was enough to satisfy him.
Returning home is an instinct in all living beings.
But humans had a fancy way of calling it “homesickness.”
So perhaps Roswiser wasn’t just trying to mock Leon; she understood his longing for home, which is why—
Leon slowly turned to ask Roswiser what her intentions were.
But as soon as he opened his mouth, he was struck dumb, unable to make a sound.
There stood the Silver Dragon Queen, shedding her clothes, wearing only a couple of revealing undergarments, her silver tail swaying slowly behind her.
She walked towards Leon, her smooth, jade-like feet stepping on the rough bark of the tree without a hint of pain.
Leon instinctively took two steps back, “You’re not thinking about—”
“Whoosh—”
Suddenly, Roswiser’s tail lunged at him without warning.
Leon flailed his arms in a desperate attempt to block her, but she nimbly adjusted her direction, effortlessly tripping him with her tail.
Then, she positioned herself beside Leon, her feet planted on either side of his ribs, and used her agile tail tip to undo his belt.
“Roswiser, I advise you not to go too far. I won’t let you boss me around like before!” Leon threatened, bravado in his voice.
Roswiser merely smirked disdainfully, stroking her chest where the dragon pattern glimmered.
The once-silver dragon pattern now shimmered with a soft purple glow.
That glow was not innocent.
“It has been said that when two individuals marked with a dragon pattern are together, if one desires the other, the dragon pattern reacts—itching, heating, unbearable—”
Roswiser slowly sat on Leon’s abdomen. “Humans are truly the most despicable of creatures, completely unable to control their breeding instincts. Isn’t that right, my dragon-slaying hero?”
Before Leon could respond, Roswiser grasped his throat.
But her grip was firm yet gentle enough for him to breathe.
She pushed his chin up, forcing him to gaze at the distant Empire.
In that moment, the Empire looked completely inverted in Leon’s eyes, like a vibrant city suspended in the sky.
“Look at your hometown, Leon Casmod. Look at it! I will make you lose all your dignity right in front of it.”
Roswiser commenced her torment of Leon once more.
Just as she said, even a trained dragon slayer found it impossible to control the biological urge to breed.
Especially the males.
Creak—Creak—Creak—
The rhythmic sounds of branches creaking filled the air, an unbearable cacophony for Leon’s ears.
The distant lights of the Empire reflected in his pupils.
But those lovely lights couldn’t brighten the dulling gleam in Leon’s eyes.
“Don’t you dare blink, Leon. Keep your eyes on your home.”
“Yes, keep looking~~ hmm—looking at it!”
“All your honor and dignity come from there; everything you’ve done is for that place.”
“But… hiss~—but what are we doing right now? Hmm?”
“Tell me, Leon, what are we doing? What are we doing in front of the Empire you guard!”
When Roswiser became emotionally charged, she tended to lose control.
It was hard to tell if it was due to her personal nature or the pleasure of revenge.
Leon couldn’t resist.
That silver tail restricted his movements like a snake, graceful and deadly.
Roswiser reveled in the joy of successful revenge while continuously stripping Leon of his remaining dignity.
“Do you see this, Leon? For the sake of your Empire, you’ve endured humiliation, while I toy with you like a plaything.”
“But what has your Empire done for you?”
“Now you can only suffer this humiliation while watching over the land you fought for, and no one can save anyone.”
“Want to keep your last shred of dignity, great dragon slayer?”
“Then hold it in, hold it in, understand? Hahaha—”
Creak, creak, creak, creak, creak—
The sounds of the branches accelerated, as if they’d snap at any moment.
Roswiser tilted her head back, the glow of her dragon pattern completely shifting to purple.
In that moment, she genuinely wished she could crush this man’s ribs beneath her.
For dragons, expressions of excitement were often brutally simple—destruction.
But Roswiser restrained herself.
Dragons only guarantee pregnancy the first time; afterward, they can take contraceptive measures within twenty-four hours.
With a success rate of ninety-nine point nine percent.
She quietly savored the warmth of revenge, closed her eyes, and discreetly invoked a magic spell to eliminate the foreign matter inside her.
After a long pause, Roswiser let out a chuckle.
“You’ve failed, Leon. As the Empire’s most renowned dragon slayer, you’re right beside it, engaged in sordid acts with an evil dragon queen.”
“Ha, how does that feel? Hmm?”
“Answer me, Leon!”
Answer?
How could he answer?
Leon currently felt like a puddle of mud.
Maybe even less than that.
Because at least mud wouldn’t be toyed with by a mother dragon.
“Your dignity and pride are now reduced to nothing—do you understand? You’ll forever be my captive, tethered to me like a pet, get it?”
“How about we come here once a month? Good? Huh?”
“Then you can see your hometown every month.”
“Hmmhm, hehehe—”
She laughed maniacally, her laughter nearly insane.
“Roswiser.” The man’s low voice interrupted the queen’s wild guffaw.
His dull eyes seemed to still harbor something unextinguished.
“You can insult me, trample over me, even carve a dragon pattern on my body, treating my dignity as trash, but—”
Suddenly, he surged forward, gripping Roswiser’s shoulders tightly, his eyes blazing like a furious lion.
“You will never extinguish a dragon slayer’s conviction!”
“I will wait, I will bide my time until that opportunity arrives.”
“When that day comes, I will repay you for everything you’ve done to me—double!”
Roswiser was taken aback by this man’s rebellious spirit.
But her surprise was short-lived.
She reached out and tightened her grip on Leon’s throat, pushing him back down.
“Good, I’ll be waiting for you, Leon Casmod. We are bound for life and d*ath!”
