Born Without Fear, Battle Until the Final Chapter!
Leon slowly opened his eyes.
Right in front of him was a beautiful woman lying on her side, breathing softly, so close he could almost feel her warmth.
The morning sun spilled over Roswiser’s silver hair like unblemished snow in winter—clean and flawless, making one reluctant to disturb it.
She had her eyes gently closed, long eyelashes fanned out like delicate brushstrokes, and her exquisite face was free of its usual furrowed worries, looking utterly relaxed and content.
Staring at this beauty, Leon found himself subconsciously reaching out a hand, softly brushing his fingertips across her cheek.
He even raised the corners of his mouth into a slight grin without realizing it.
However, the next moment, Leon’s smile froze.
He suddenly realized that such a cozy morning absolutely did not belong to him!
With his fingertip still on Roswiser’s jaw, he impulsively swept a strand of hair aside, revealing her neck.
Lo and behold, that fair swan neck was covered in fresh red kiss marks.
Leon gulped at the sight.
Pulling back the blanket, he was met with more kiss marks on Roswiser’s shoulders, chest, and thighs.
It was infinitely worse than that night with Dragon Strength!
And then, looking down at himself, he found he was not without his share of kiss marks and strawberry prints, either.
His limbs felt weak, and his muscles ached painfully.
These marks and aches triggered fragments of memories from the chaotic events of last night.
He couldn’t remember all the details.
He blurredly recalled Roswiser calling him a “puppy,” and he had laughed in response.
Even more disturbingly, he seemed to have been overly proactive last night—like a newlywed husband with unfulfilled desires.
It must have been a wild night for Roswiser.
She had successfully led Leon to embrace his downfall, abandoning the pride and dignity of being a Dragon Slayer to indulge in passions with her—this Mother Dragon.
For Leon, this was undoubtedly a further humiliation that shattered his bottom line.
Thinking of this made him grind his teeth and clench his fists in frustration.
Grabbing the blanket, he threw it aside and got out of bed.
He intentionally made a lot of noise, trying to wake Roswiser.
However, this Mother Dragon seemed to be in a deep slumber.
No matter how loud he got, there was no sign she was waking up.
“Wow, you sleeping like this is quite a rarity. Aren’t you usually disciplined?” Leon muttered as he dressed.
Looking around at the utter chaos, he hesitated for a moment, but then picked up a broom to start cleaning.
He wasn’t doing this because Roswiser liked things tidy, but because he was worried the daughters might come over, see this mess, and start asking questions.
And heaven forbid they stain their innocent little hearts!
Plus, if the maids saw this, they would definitely give him that “we all know what’s up” mysterious smile.
Know what? No one is allowed to know!
That would be so embarrassing for Leon!
So he cleaned up, moving from one spot to another, especially focusing on the sofa and bed, which were the worst messes.
Aside from the complete disarray, there were also some suspicious liquid stains that definitely needed scrubbing. Otherwise, just looking at them was irksome.
As he reached the final step of changing the sheets, he poked Roswiser’s backside with the broomstick. “Hey, stop pretending to sleep and get up! I need to change the sheets!”
But Roswiser didn’t budge an inch.
Not even a whine of reluctant awakening.
She just lay there, as silent as can be.
Leon furrowed his brow, feeling that this was a bit suspicious.
He placed the broom down, sat on the edge of the bed, and gently nudged Roswiser’s shoulder.
“Roswiser? Hey, wake up, quit pretending.”
Still no response.
Leon’s eyes flicked, and he immediately reached out to check her breathing and take her wrist to feel her pulse.
All normal.
But why… couldn’t she wake up?
Could it be related to last night’s escapades?
Leon racked his brain.
Last night, that Mother Dragon had used “bl**d Enchantment” on him, clearly intending to turn the tables.
The “bl**d Enchantment,” besides having the condition of being used just once in a lifetime, greatly affected the caster’s body after use.
The extent of the impact depended on the caster’s physical condition.
He, in a near-d*ath state, had laid incapacitated for two years after using it, which was understandable.
But Roswiser lying there unconscious… could it be due to the effects of the “bl**d Enchantment” too?
Leon felt that this guess was spot on.
Back in school, there had been classes on similar topics.
Based on the effects of a magic spell, rational predictions were made according to the different situations of the caster and the target.
When he had used fine-manipulation lightning magic to break down the remnants of Dragon Strength’s concoction, that had been a similar approach.
He looked at Roswiser’s sleeping face and snorted.
“And you said the ‘bl**d Enchantment’ didn’t affect you, you silly dragon.”
Leaning closer, he softly patted Roswiser’s face, smirking. “Oops, looks like you’ve flipped the script this time!”
He had crashed and burned so many times himself, from sneaking away when he first woke up to facing a fully-healed Dragon King in a one-on-one, each time ending in spectacular failure.
Now, the tables had finally turned on Roswiser.
Leon felt a surge of delight.
But amidst the joy, he also reminded himself to calculate how long Roswiser might remain unconscious.
After all, his own almost-dead body had laid there for two years.
As for Roswiser, with her healthy Dragon King physique…
This silly dragon should only be out for about a week or so, right?
“A week, huh…”
Leon stepped down from the bed and slowly walked to the balcony, gazing at the distant woods.
That was… the direction of the Empire.
Without a doubt, Roswiser’s unexpected coma had given Leon the perfect opportunity to escape.
If he immediately ditched everything and ran,
then a week’s time would be enough to get him to the borders of human territories.
But… things weren’t that simple.
Leon wouldn’t recklessly charge out like he did over a month ago after waking up.
First of all, his body had barely recovered some strength, but he had still taken some damage during the spar with Roswiser yesterday.
With the added strain from whatever they had gotten up to last night, his body was feeling considerably weaker.
Running to human territory in a week was just a fantasy.
From a realistic standpoint, he probably wouldn’t run that far.
And what if that Mother Dragon woke up early and dragged him back, turning his life into an even worse nightmare?
Leon didn’t have the courage to risk it.
Secondly, it had been two years since he left the Empire, and he had no idea what was happening inside it now.
Plus, he still hadn’t figured out the whole betrayal incident that happened during his time there.
It was likely tied to the power struggles in the Empire.
His Master had warned him about this.
If he rashly returned to the Empire now, would he find himself at a grand welcoming feast or trapped in another hell on earth…
There was simply no way to determine that.
Thus, for the sake of his own safety, it made the most sense to stay in the Silver Dragon Temple for now, where he could quietly recuperate.
And besides, he had previously asked Roswiser to check on his Master’s situation.
Though he hadn’t had any news recently, he trusted Roswiser wouldn’t mess with him on this.
Lastly, and most importantly—
“Sister, come quickly! Let’s play in the garden~”
“Moon, slow down! Don’t fall!”
The cheerful laughter of girls drifted up from below the temple.
Leon lowered his gaze and looked at them.
Most importantly, it was his daughters.
At this point, Leon couldn’t just hightail it out of here and leave his daughters behind.
Little Moon would be heartbroken—absolutely inconsolable;
And although Noia might seem cold and distant, Leon knew this eldest daughter was a warm-hearted soul, yearning for familial bonds but too guarded to let anyone in.
He didn’t want to make them sad or disappoint them.
He loved his daughters deeply—this love ran deep in his veins and would never change due to any circumstance.
So…
Considering all these factors, Leon’s best option was to stay right here.
For himself, for his daughters.
And, of course, for—
Revenge against that Mother Dragon.
He stepped back into the bedroom and sat once more on the edge of the bed, reaching out a hand to gently press his finger against Roswiser’s soft lips.
At this moment, Roswiser was as helpless as a pet cat, completely at Leon’s mercy.
In that brief moment, Leon’s gaze toward Roswiser was no longer that of a false husband.
It resembled more a former Dragon Slayer watching over a dragon king destined for slaughter.
“Every moment from now on, I will stand by your side, Roswiser.”
“Aren’t you a fan of an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth?”
“Alright, I’ll give you what you asked for this time.”
For a Dragon Slayer, a dragon was the ultimate trophy.
Born without fear, battle until the final chapter!
Who said staying in the Silver Dragon Temple doesn’t make one a hero?
