13 You and your husband must have a great relationship!
Roswiser burst into the room, scanning for that j*rk’s figure.
She lifted the hem of her long skirt as she searched here and there.
In the bedroom, Moon was sound asleep.
And there, by the small dining table on the balcony, she spotted Leon.
That guy was sitting there as calm as can be, one hand holding a teacup, the other holding “The Complete Collection of Enlightening Stories for Young Dragons,” leisurely sipping tea while engrossed in reading, seeming completely oblivious to the murderous aura radiating from Roswiser.
It wasn’t until Roswiser stepped onto the balcony and shut the door behind her that Leon appeared to wake from his stupor, his mouth dropping open in surprise.
“You’re pretty relaxed here, huh, Leon?” Roswiser said, crossing her arms with a glare.
Leon set down the teacup and storybook, standing up with a confused expression. “What’s wrong?”
Playing dumb, huh?
Leon knew full well that his actions would lead to this moment.
So when Roswiser confronted him now, he was already prepared.
“What’s wrong? You know exactly what’s on your mind, don’t you?”
“I want to go home,” Leon replied bluntly.
“Cut the cr*p! The Dragon Pattern reacted just now! Don’t play dumb with me!”
Not just a moment ago, but even now, the Dragon Patterns on both their chests were still glowing with a faint purple light.
The Dragon Pattern forced both parties to uncontrollably develop feelings for each other.
So despite the intense standoff between these two, what they were really thinking was clear only to themselves.
But Leon was ready to stay obstinately stubborn.
“What does a Dragon Pattern reacting even mean?”
“Playing dumb again, are we? I already told you that night, when someone starts missing another person, the Dragon Pattern resonates! You intentionally triggered it at this time to embarrass me in front of others, didn’t you?”
Seeing Roswiser’s flustered and furious expression, Leon had the urge to cheer internally, all while pretending to be cool as a cucumber.
Yes, yes, yes! That’s the effect I wanted!
No matter how much you press me, I refuse to admit anything.
Leon opened his mouth, ready to sh**t back something snarky at Roswiser, but inexplicably, what came out instead was:
“Why are you being mean to me? I think you’re at fault too, right?”
Hiss—
While he was indeed countering Roswiser, why did it feel so whiny?
Leon was baffled; he had intended to use more aggressive language, yet what spilled out was this instead?
But judging by Roswiser’s shocked and confused expression, his words had quite the impact.
Her dragon-like eyes widened in disbelief, and along with that astonishment, a faint blush began to spread across her face.
The blush was faint, but against her pale skin, it was especially prominent.
It even reached her ears!
Wait a minute.
Something’s off here?
Wasn’t I supposed to be confronting him? Why am I hesitating and getting flustered, with him having disarmed me in just a couple of words?
Saying something like “I think you’re at fault too”…
This is just—
Uh…
Truly shameless!
Right, shameless! A defeated captive saying such things is just plain shameless!
Roswiser mentally patted herself on the back, preparing to continue saying something to tease or mock Leon.
But the reaction of the Dragon Pattern was becoming more intense.
Her heart was racing, and the more she looked at that j*rk, the more attractive he seemed, nearly driving her to lose control of her dragon instincts.
Furrowing her brows, she realized that if she stayed too long, twenty minutes might not be enough for what she needed to do.
So, while she still had a shred of rationality left, she shot a cold glance at Leon.
“Consider yourself lucky, Leon. If there’s a next time, I won’t go easy on you.”
“Ouch, I’m so scared.”
“Gross!”
“Uh-huh, I’m gross, I’m gross.”
Roswiser snorted coldly and hastily walked towards the exit, lifting her skirt.
“Be careful, Moon is sleeping.”
“Like you care!”
Bang—
Roswiser slammed the door shut, her footsteps gradually fading away.
Once she was far enough, Leon let out a sigh of relief.
“Phew—see, I was right! Once the Dragon Pattern reacts, it temporarily lowers that mother dragon’s rationality. A few smooth words and she buys it.”
On a normal day, Roswiser wouldn’t back down just because of Leon’s seemingly sincere words.
Her sense of revenge was off the charts.
If he pulled this kind of prank on her, she would definitely find a way to get back at him.
But the resonance of the Dragon Pattern forced Roswiser’s brain to release hormones and dopamine, preventing her from thinking clearly.
So, she walked right into Leon’s trap.
Leon had timed this perfectly to take such risks—
But if things went south for him, it wouldn’t matter.
After all, his goal had already been accomplished: to annoy Roswiser.
Just as Leon was about to sit down, he felt the lingering warmth of the Dragon Pattern on his chest and frowned.
He moved to touch his heart, hoping to calm its agitation.
But all he felt was a relentless, rapid heartbeat…
“The Dragon Pattern makes both parties involuntarily develop feelings for each other…”
Leon bit his lip, replaying the scene in his head.
Roswiser certainly hadn’t been her usual cool-headed self. But what about him?
Were those slightly flirtatious words even something he normally would say?
Sure, they worked on Roswiser.
But did they… deceive himself too?
Half-truths are often the most convincing, even to the one telling them.
Leon’s pupils flickered, he rubbed his temples and muttered to himself,
“Casmod, you better stay sharp and not think about weird stuff.”
Leaning against the wall, he slightly closed his eyes, forcing himself to chase away the chaotic thoughts swirling in his head.
Meanwhile, Roswiser hurriedly left the Holy Temple, striding towards the pavilion in the courtyard.
She clutched her chest; the Dragon Pattern was still reacting.
Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Leon’s innocent expression and that line, “Why are you being so mean? I think you’re at fault too?”
As a woman, Roswiser could sense a hint of flirtation in that statement.
But no matter what, she couldn’t control herself from thinking about it.
Who would’ve thought that the dignified Silver Dragon Queen would be so flustered over a single line?
If this got out, she’d be mortified!
In a hurry, she lifted her skirt and dashed down the steps of the Holy Temple.
The temple behind her felt like an “embarrassment machine,” and the farther she got away, the more she felt she could regain her composure.
Roswiser’s slightly flustered demeanor caught the attention of a maid sweeping nearby.
“Your Majesty looks… strange.”
“The last time I saw her this nervous was two years ago at that victory banquet.”
“…”
The maids were whispering, when one of them called out,
“Your Majesty… Your Majesty!”
“Huh? W-what is it?” Roswiser stopped in her tracks.
The maid nodded slightly, reminding her, “Your Majesty, you look a bit unwell. Are you sick?”
Roswiser quickly shook her head, “No, I’m fine.”
“Alright, but please take care of yourself, Your Majesty.”
“Yeah… I know. You all continue with your work.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
Roswiser resumed her descent.
At this moment, the dragon race’s desire to conquer and destroy everything entangled with a woman’s long-deprived feelings in Roswiser’s heart.
She hadn’t sorted through her thoughts completely when she dazedly returned to the pavilion.
Isar noticed her younger sister looking a bit dazed and blushing and asked, “It seems like you’re hiding something naughty from me.”
“Huh? N-no, sister, um, nothing.”
Roswiser bit her lip, her gaze a bit evasive, but in the end, she mustered the courage to look at Isar and asked earnestly,
“Sis.”
“Hmm?”
“Am I… really fierce?”
“Huh?” Isar seemed caught off guard.
The moment Roswiser said that, she immediately realized it was a question she should never have asked, so she quickly changed the subject. “Ah, never mind.”
Isar frowned slightly, “What could possibly make the Silver Dragon Queen flustered like this? It wouldn’t be—wait, what’s that?”
Isar pointed at Roswiser’s chest.
Her dress was mildly low-cut, and earlier, Leon had made her pull it up a bit.
But after some commotion, it had slipped back down.
What Isar was pointing at was the edge of the Dragon Pattern peeking out from Roswiser’s chest.
Roswiser glanced down, quickly covering it. “It’s nothing… Sis, you’re mistaken.”
Isar grinned, flashing her little fangs, “Dragon Pattern—sizzle~ Looks like you and your husband really are close.”
Roswiser bit her lip, avoiding eye contact. “Don’t joke around, sister.”
“Joke? I’m not joking, sister. You two activated the Dragon Pattern. Tsk, tsk, tsk.”
Isar had that “I totally understand” look.
Roswiser pouted, a spark of annoyance in her voice, “My relationship with him isn’t that great, sis.”
Isar leaned back lazily in her chair, smiling as she asked,
“I know most Dragon Kings unite for benefits and clans, with practically no love involved. But you and this guy got married at lightning speed and have a kid now, so your relationship must be pretty solid, right?”
“Just because we got married and had kids means we have a great relationship? I feel for him…”
Roswiser’s eyes drifted as she continued, “Not a bit of flutter now, nor will there be in the future.”
Isar knew her sister too well.
She could tell what was true and what was just bravado in a heartbeat.
But since Roswiser was so adamant, Isar chose to respect her stance.
“Alright, alright. Just take care of yourself and the little princess.”
“Yeah, I will, sister.”
“Now, let’s talk about Constantine. That guy has been quite active lately.”
“Um…”
Isar continued the previous topic.
But Roswiser was still a bit lost in her thoughts.
She felt the warmth in her chest gradually fading. The reaction from the Dragon Pattern was diminishing, so why couldn’t she help but think about Leon and replay that scene in her mind?
Roswiser furrowed her brows and bit her lip.
“d*mn Dragon Slayer, you definitely haven’t been punished enough!”
