Chapter 57: Silver Dragon Doll (Black Stockings Bunny Girl Edition)
In order to give Roswiser a “surprise” the moment she wakes up, Leon turned down the maids’ offer to take care of her.
He declared he would stay by Roswiser’s side twenty-four-seven, non-stop.
To the maids, this was a sign of His Royal Highness’s deep love for Her Majesty!
A wife in bed, unwell;
A husband unfaltering, watching over her bedside.
Oh my goodness~
Is there any purer love than this?
Surely, they will grow old together!
If Leon knew what the maids were thinking, he’d probably quip a couple of things.
First: “You’re thinking too much! I’d rather jump off a building than grow old with this mother dragon.”
Second: “Though there’s some difference between silver and white, they look pretty similar at first glance. Rounded up, your queen’s practically gone grey already~”
Anyway, back to the topic at hand.
Although he was on guard for when Roswiser might wake up, Leon did indeed plan to take good care of her during this time.
Not because he cared about this silly dragon’s health.
He just didn’t want her to wake up looking sickly, causing his precious daughters to worry.
So, let’s start by washing her face and giving her a little wipe-down.
“Caregiving” isn’t a course taught at Dragon Slayer Academy.
But it must be pretty similar to washing a donkey, right?
Leon used to give his master’s donkey a bath every time he went home for holidays, so he was quite practiced at it.
Plus, he thought washing Roswiser would be much easier than washing a donkey.
The donkey might kick him;
But an unconscious mother dragon definitely wouldn’t.
With determination, Leon got to work.
He dipped a towel in warm water, stood at the bedside, hunched over, and gently wiped Roswiser’s forehead, nose, cheeks, and chin.
Honestly, she looked way more beautiful while sleeping than when awake.
With a face that could topple kingdoms, she spent most of her time either exhausted or gloomy.
She rarely smiled, always so serious.
Only when she talked to Leon about their daughters would a faint, content smile grace her lips.
“Hey, you should smile more! You look really beautiful when you do.”
Muttering to himself, Leon took Roswiser’s hand and began to wipe her palm and back of her hand.
See? Giving a dragon a bath is definitely easier than a donkey!
The little mother dragon was just being so cooperative.
Once the hands were done, it was time for the body.
Leon lifted the blanket, prepared to start, but when he looked at her lying on the soft bed, he couldn’t help but gulp.
“I’ve seen her several times, what’s there to be shy about?”
He took a few deep breaths, trying to reassure himself.
After getting mentally ready, he bent down, supporting Roswiser’s back with one hand and gently sliding the shoulder strap of her nightgown off with the other.
Roswiser’s nightgown was light and thin, easy to pull off in one go.
Leon’s face turned red, wanting to look but feeling a little shy.
Darn it.
Even though they were practically “old married couple” —based on time spent together, they weren’t quite there yet; but based on “frequency,” they definitely were—
How could he feel bashful about giving her a wash?
Come on, Casmod, be brave.
You’re not afraid of slaying dragons, why be scared of bathing one?
He bent down again, feeling the hot air escape his nose.
Leon gulped again, clutching the towel as he slowly reached for Roswiser’s chest.
What a perfect outline…
Rounded and full, not too exaggerated, not too stingy. Absolutely perfect.
As her gentle breaths rose and fell, it was quite a seductive scene.
Suddenly!
The dragon pattern on Roswiser’s chest flickered!
Startled, Leon hurriedly covered Roswiser with the blanket and tossed the towel aside as he bolted out of the room.
He ran like the wind, reaching the Holy Temple’s backyard, then bent over, gasping for air.
“What the heck, why did it… why did it light up?”
The glowing dragon pattern didn’t mean Roswiser was waking up.
Leon recalled clear as day when Roswiser had carved the dragon pattern on him, she said:
If either party yearned for the other, the dragon pattern would react.
He had exploited this once before when Roswiser’s sister, the Red Dragon Queen Isar, visited.
So… Roswiser’s dragon pattern flickering just now meant—
Leon had some…
Intimate thoughts about Roswiser while being completely sober and unaffected by any magic!
“What a sin!”
He slapped his face a couple of times, trying to cool down.
Meanwhile, he silently recited the “Three Honors and Three Disgraces of Dragon Slayers”:
“Be loyal to the Empire and be proud; colluding with dragons is a disgrace;”
“Be proud of battling in bloody fields; deserting in battle is a disgrace;”
“Protecting home by slaying dragons is honorable; betraying the homeland is disgraceful.”
After reciting it three times, Leon finally soothed his mind.
Adjusting his mental state, Leon returned to the room.
A gentle breeze flowed through the window, softly fluttering the bed curtains.
The silver-haired beauty lay quietly on the bed, a serene sight that made it hard for him to disturb her.
Leon silently approached.
Even though he knew she couldn’t hear him right now, there was still an urge not to wake her.
He reached out to help Roswiser put her nightgown back on.
After a moment’s pause, feeling uneasy, he pulled the neckline up a bit to cover the dragon pattern on her chest.
Just in case it suddenly flickered again.
If that happened, Leon would totally question whether his resolve as a dragon slayer had wavered.
He picked up the warm towel again, dampening it with more warm water.
Let’s just clean her hands and feet; forget the body!
This time, he went to the foot of the bed, lifted the blanket, and carefully held Roswiser’s left foot, starting to wipe it with utmost seriousness.
Her foot… actually looked quite nice—
“Stop, stop, don’t go off track again!”
Leon shook his head, banishing those crazy thoughts.
After wiping everything down, Leon settled down to rest.
Rustle—
The noon breeze gently caressed the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling window.
Warm sunlight poured in, enveloping them.
Looking at the unconscious Roswiser, Leon clicked his tongue, deciding he should do something to pass the time.
He propped himself up on his knees, stood slowly, and walked to the bedside, saying, “You can’t move, right?”
As he spoke, he stepped over to Roswiser’s wardrobe.
Opening it, he found a dazzling array of beautiful dresses that dazzled the eyes.
Roswiser usually dressed conservatively, most of her clothes covered her completely, with the shortest skirt just reaching her knees.
Leon didn’t have any special interests when it came to clothing.
But since he had this rare opportunity to dress up the mother dragon, he decided he had to do something memorable and not waste this chance.
He rummaged through the wardrobe and pulled out an unopened set of…
“Black stockings.”
Leon’s cheeks flushed, “B-black stockings, yes! Black stockings are justice!”
Moreover, since the stockings were still in their package, it meant Roswiser probably didn’t like wearing such things regularly.
But now, she had no say in the matter.
Leon returned to the bedside, unsealed the black stockings, and clumsily slipped them onto Roswiser’s legs.
Her legs were long, and it took a bit of effort to get them on.
However, once on, the thin black stockings wrapped around her sculpted legs, adding a mysterious and sexy flair.
With a red face, Leon swallowed hard, “It’s such a shame not to wear black stockings on these fabulous legs.”
Satisfied with his “work,” he felt like something was missing.
“Now that we have the stockings, why not go all out?”
Leon went back to the wardrobe, rummaging around until he found a somewhat snug black top.
Of course, the design of the top was quite ordinary, and Leon needed to take matters into his own hands.
He pulled scissors out of the drawer and started trimming the shirt.
When that mother dragon woke up, he’d just say it was Moon playing around and ruined the clothes.
(Moon: “Dear father, is this gossip?”)
After a bit of snipping, Leon took off Roswiser’s nightgown.
He deliberately avoided looking at her chest, and in a few swift moves, he put the altered black top over Roswiser.
Off-the-shoulder, low-cut, a bowtie, black stockings…
“Bunny girl!”
Though, it still needed one last touch — the bunny ear headband.
Leon figured he wouldn’t find that sort of thing lying around in this room.
So, he might as well DIY it!
He sat on the edge of the bed, took some of Roswiser’s hair in his hands, and tried to braid a pair of bunny ears.
Thank goodness Roswiser had an impressive amount of hair; anyone else on a late-night work shift wouldn’t have enough to pull this off.
At last, after a bit of fiddling, he fashioned the bunny ears.
A genuine, hand-crafted bunny girl was complete!
What man would reject a life-sized silver dragon doll?
If there were any who would, it’d be because the doll hadn’t turned into a black stockings bunny girl.
With such a rare view on offer, how could he not capture a moment?
This was the mother dragon’s black history!
Leon remembered there was a home camera in Roswiser’s room; otherwise, she wouldn’t have displayed some casual photos in the living room or on the bedside.
He rummaged through the storage room for a bit until he actually found it.
Excited, Leon returned to the bedroom, flopped onto the bed, leaned toward Roswiser, and pulled her into an embrace.
Then, he raised the camera and fired off a rapid series of shots with a little magical push.
“Come on, dear, give a smile!”
“Oh, you’re so photogenic!”
“I’ll definitely keep these photos safe!”
Just as Leon was gleefully admiring his handiwork, suddenly, Roswiser’s dragon pattern flickered again.
Scared, Leon quickly covered her with the blanket.
But this time, he didn’t bolt outside to calm down. Instead, he took a few deep breaths, muttering,
“This has to be because I dressed her up as a bunny girl, and has nothing to do with her at all! Yes, I’m interested in the bunny girl, definitely not her!”
After reassuring himself, to prevent the dragon pattern from lighting up again, Leon hastily removed the stockings and bunny ears.
And this outfit couldn’t be seen by anyone else.
No way to explain that!
But after tidying up, Leon felt like it’d be a pity to just let the silly mother dragon go.
After pondering, his gaze fixated on Roswiser’s silky hair.
She had a classic silver long straight look, with a little fringe adding some flair, so graceful and lovely.
Yet, Leon felt “pretty” shouldn’t be the only label for her hairstyle.
Besides bunny ears, there had to be some… other fun to be had.
Leon sat by her pillow, took her hair strands, and began weaving.
In no time, he crafted a silver butterfly out of her hair.
Satisfied, Leon smiled and untangled the butterfly.
After a couple of braids, the hair turned into a pentagram;
Then a hexagram, then a heart shape, and finally, a “flower basket.”
Roswiser’s well-kept locks had been braided into a show!
He could do this for his daughters in the future~
In the end, Leon still had a bit of conscience.
He braided a thin little braid at Roswiser’s temple.
From an aesthetic point of view, that tiny braid did add a touch of playful charm to her.
He didn’t undo it, leaving it resting by her pillow.
Standing up, stretching his limbs.
“Time to take a step out, it’s time for the next phase of the plan.”
