Chapter 110: The Silver Dragon Queen Initiates Negotiation
In the evening, the silver-haired beauty donned a sheer silk nightgown, lounging at her desk with her long legs crossed elegantly. Dragon wing slippers dangled precariously from her exquisite feet, while faint traces of red lipstick marks lingered on her fair neck, a reminder of quite the steamy encounter.
Roswiser unlocked her drawer and pulled out a deep brown diary.
It had been half a month since then, and her diary entries were flowing more freely than before.
She had struggled, fought hard, but ultimately couldn’t change her circumstances.
With nowhere else to vent her pent-up frustration and humiliation, she somewhat reluctantly turned to journaling for a bit of relief.
”Roswiser’s Diary”:
“October 3rd: Leon whipped out those secret ‘bunny girl’ photos he took of me as blackmail, forcing me to don that ridiculous costume and entertain him once more.”
“October 4th: Tried to track down the photos and backups, but Leon caught me red-handed and it was back to entertaining him.”
“October 5th: At 2:30 a.m., I thought I was on a brave escapade, but when he dragged me to that poplar grove, I realized it was all a trap to get me to entertain him. d*mn captive.”
“October 6th: Entertained him.”
“October 7th: Entertained him.”
“……”
“October 11th: Entertained him.”
“October 12th: Roswiser, my dear Roswiser, you can’t let that captive jester humiliate you anymore—you need to fight back! Strike!”
“October 13th: Entertained him.”
“October 14th: I finally snapped at him, really snapped. The kind of angry that makes your heart race.
To my surprise, he didn’t just add fuel to the fire or mock me; he waited for me to calm down and then sweetly said he understood me and offered a few charming words.
I know this is what humans call ‘coddling,’ often between couples or spouses. Though I don’t really get it, after he sweet-talked me, I indeed felt a bit better. Sometimes, that dog man’s words are deceptively sweet.
Then, entertained him.
Ha! I’d rather believe in ghosts than in that man’s charm!”
“October 15th: Late at night, he forced me to call him ‘hubby’. When I refused, he teased me relentlessly from dinner until midnight.
I don’t get it—how could the strongest Dragon Slayer have such a childish and direct request? He wants me to call him, and I refuse; I called him once during a sports event, and thought he was taking it seriously. Idiot! Even if he tormented me until dawn, I wouldn’t give in!”
At this point, Roswiser snapped the diary shut, closing her eyes, but those unbearable memories rushed back to her like a tidal wave.
That night, Leon had just wanted to try a new game; if Roswiser would just call him ‘hubby’, he was ready to let her off the hook.
But how could he guess that this Mother Dragon’s resolve was rock solid?
To make her comply, Leon first dressed her up in the bunny girl outfit again, employing the classic ‘twice is nice’ strategy.
For added flair, he even suggested she tear a few holes in her black stockings—because why not add a little spice?
Yet, to his disbelief, the Mother Dragon wouldn’t budge; she was refusing to call him ‘hubby’ at any cost.
Well, then, time for plan C.
Blindfolded kissing.
Not even telling her where, just like unexpected pop quizzes in school: thrilling and nerve-wracking.
Yet, after a good effort, her lips remained stubbornly sealed.
You’ve got guts, Roswiser. Let’s see how you respond to this final move.
He carried her to the balcony, pointed at the moon, and told her he intended to keep teasing her until the moon was obscured by clouds.
Roswiser looked up at the night sky.
Clear and starry—not a cloud in sight!
It was clear Leon wasn’t in the mood to let off steam.
“Will you call me? Hmm?”
“Not a chance! I’d rather d*e than call you! Go ahead and torment me!”
With a dramatic flair, the torment began.
Roswiser held her ground, mouth shut tight, refusing to utter those two words that would offer her respite.
Leon asked, “Why won’t you call?”
Roswiser snapped back, “Because I won’t!”
Yet, inevitably, the next page of the diary revealed:
“October 16th: At 3 a.m., I called him.”
“A note: Called him seven times.”
Snap!
Roswiser closed the diary once more.
Yep, still not pretty.
Looking at her diary entries, she mused that maybe it shouldn’t be called ‘diary’ anymore. Maybe something like ‘Queen’s Torture Chronicles’ or ‘My Little Grudge Book’ would be more fitting.
Initially, she hadn’t intended to record her humiliations and black history, but to motivate herself for even more ruthless revenge on Leon in the future, she felt compelled to document her sufferings.
It was both her pressure and her drive.
With her silver eyes fixed on the diary, an idea sparked in her mind.
She needed to do something.
Really do something.
Otherwise, if this continued, her stress would peak, her health would decline, and her standing in the family would take a nosedive, leaving her with no hope of recovery.
As this thought crossed her mind, the corner of her eye caught a glimpse of an envelope in the drawer.
She set the diary aside, retrieved the envelope.
There was no sender or recipient address, just a thin sheet of paper inside—definitely not the thickness one would expect for an overdue ‘I’m safe’ letter after two years.
It was the letter she had been given by Taige when she went to meet him, meant for Leon.
Her Master had said that once Leon read the contents of that letter, he’d know they were alive and well.
So now, Roswiser would use her Master’s message as leverage to swap for those backup photos Leon held.
It had almost been a month since she returned, and she had initially planned to use this letter as a trump card against Leon later, but now the situation called for her to pull it out sooner.
Bottom line, regaining control of the situation was more important than anything.
As for how to deal with Leon, well, she had other tricks up her sleeve—this was just one of many.
Roswiser bit her lip, tucked the letter back into the drawer, and locked it.
Then she stood up, left the study, and headed back to the bedroom.
The bed was a little messy, a testament to their earlier… “combat”.
Roswiser thought about tidying it up, but then decided to change the sheets entirely instead.
After swapping out the linens, she sighed in relief.
Tick-tock—tick-tock—
The clock behind her ticked away lazily; it was already midnight.
Fatigue was creeping in—it was a rare moment to get to bed early, so she should take advantage of it.
She kicked off her shoes, flopped onto the bed, and snuggled under the covers.
Leaning against the headboard, her eyes landed on a large plush teddy bear sitting nearby.
The Queen’s eyes sparked with mischief, and with a swift grab, she began punching the soft, fuzzy bear’s face.
While delivering her blows, she muttered, “Dog man, dog man, dog man, d*e already!”
After giving the bear a good thrashing, Roswiser tossed it aside and drifted into a deep sleep.
……
The next evening after dinner, the couple stood side by side in the kitchen, washing dishes.
Leon took care of the scrubbing, while Roswiser handled the rinsing and drying.
They worked in perfect synchrony, no need for many words exchanged.
As they neared the end, Roswiser asked, “So… are you staying over tonight?”
Leon’s scrubbing paused briefly, and he grinned, “If you don’t want me to stay, you can always plead with me, and I might consider letting you off the hook for the night.”
Roswiser didn’t say anything more and placed the last plate on the drying rack.
After dinner, the couple spent some time playing with Moon.
Leon mentioned that she was currently in the magical enlightenment phase, showing signs of awakening her magical talent and needed to keep an eye on her.
That was good news.
Typically, young dragons would awaken their gifts around three or four years old.
Genius Noia had awakened at just one year old.
As a talented little sister, despite often acting like a cute mascot, Moon had potential too—as long as she decided to buckle down and study.
Later that night, around eight, Leon carried the tired Moon back to her little sister’s room.
The little dragon girl curled her tail around herself, quietly dozing off, even mumbling in her sleep about wanting to learn magic.
With an exemplary big sister to inspire her, she wouldn’t need the adults to nudge her; she would drive herself to improve.
Once they saw their little girl peacefully asleep, the couple returned to Roswiser’s room.
As soon as they stepped in, before they could even cross the threshold of the bedroom, Leon wrapped his arms around Roswiser’s waist and stole a kiss.
However, this time, Roswiser held up her finger against Leon’s lips, softly saying, “Not so fast! Let’s head to the study; I have a surprise for you tonight.”
Though it sounded enticing, Leon wasn’t about to let her call the shots!
Come on, let’s get real—Mother Dragon, you’re still in the ‘captive’ phase.
Whatever I say goes!
He grabbed Roswiser’s wrist and pulled her hand away from his mouth, “What if I want to stay right here? In the foyer, what are you going to do about it?”
Leon teased, glancing at the lingering kiss marks on her skin, feigning sympathy, “Tsk tsk tsk, it’s hard to bear to see such well-maintained skin get covered with so many strawberry marks. My apologies, Your Majesty.”
“Hmph! Quit your fake sympathy, Leon. Let me tell you, I’m not scared of you tonight.”
Before dinner, Leon had checked the hiding spots for the photo backups; they were all well hidden, and he couldn’t find them.
So, no matter what Roswiser claimed, to him, it all seemed like bravado.
He reached out, caressing her cheek, “Mother Dragon, the only thing still tough on you is that mouth of yours.”
Roswiser chuckled, “Aren’t you even the slightest bit curious about what surprise I just mentioned?”
Leon felt a stir of intrigue.
She was so fixated on this ‘surprise,’ could it truly be something significant?
After some thought, Leon released her hand, “Alright, let’s see what you’ve got in the study.”
Roswiser adjusted the neckline of her dress, shooting him a glance before quickly walking toward her study.
Leon followed closely behind.
The couple entered the study, Roswiser walked to her desk while Leon stood on the outside.
She opened the drawer and pulled out an envelope.
Leon’s brow furrowed as he eyed the envelope.
Seeing his attention snagged, Roswiser leisurely stated, “Here’s a message from your Master.”
As soon as the word “Master” registered, Leon reached for the letter, eager to snatch it away.
But Roswiser reacted quickly, hiding the envelope behind her back.
She looked at Leon with an expression full of urgent concern.
Perfect—this was the reaction she was aiming for.
“I can tell you’ve been anxious to know about your Master since it’s been over two years apart.”
Roswiser said, “But if you really want to know what’s in that letter, you’ll have to trade something for it. Understand?”
Leon immediately guessed what she meant, “The photo backups?”
Roswiser nodded.
“But how do I know that letter is really from my Master and not just a blank piece of paper you whipped up to snag the photo backups?”
Leon was certainly worried about his Master’s safety, but he also couldn’t forget to play the game of wits against this evil dragon.
If he fell into her trap and lost his footing, then he wouldn’t be able to worry about his Master—he’d have to worry about his own hide!
Roswiser seemed to anticipate Leon’s response, “But I’m the only one who can help you check on your Master. If you don’t trust me, there aren’t any other options left, are there?”
She leaned on the desk, leaning closer to Leon and locking eyes with him, her mouth curling into a triumphant smile.
“So, how do you plan to handle this? Keep hiding those backup photos, or miss this rare opportunity to hear from your Master?”
Roswiser was right; the only way to find out about his Master was through her.
Thus, whatever she pulled out, whether real or not, Leon had no alternative.
However… Leon wasn’t entirely unprepared.
When he first shared the bunny girl pictures, he had told Roswiser there were only three in total, including the one she burned.
But in reality, he had printed five copies!
So even if he handed over the other two for the letter from his Master, he would still have two backups left.
No worries, I still hold the upper hand.
Of course, that was Leon’s safety net; since this was a trade, he’d keep his end of the bargain.
After all, Roswiser had never lied to him regarding serious matters, so how could he deceive her?
Returning his focus, Leon nodded, “Alright, I’ll go get them.”
And just like that, the scales tipped back to balance.
