#### The Silver Dragon Queen? The Silver Dragon Jealousy King!
Old saying goes, “A little separation strengthens a bond.”
Even though this couple hadn’t gone through the traditional honeymoon stage, their recent separation was timed just right.
From the emotional moment of farewell, to the perfect level of longing after a few days apart, and finally to their rainy reunion—every bit built perfectly on the last, like a well-crafted story.
What followed all those emotional waves was the part where they’d translate all that missed connection into some, let’s say, very physical action.
Outdoors, open air, clothes scattered across the grass.
Roswiser was leaning against a bush, its rough texture rubbing her delicate back—a perfect vantage point to admire that handsome and resolute face.
She just couldn’t stop staring; how could someone look so perfectly crafted? Every inch of skin, each scar, every line was poking at Roswiser’s sense of aesthetics.
She raised a hand to caress the man’s face, feeling the heat radiating from him.
Their silver and black eyes locked, and Roswiser softly parted her lips, her voice all sweet and cozy:
“Kiss me.”
She didn’t need to forcefully hold Leon’s head; her hand just rested on his face, inviting him to come closer.
Leon raised a hand gently resting on Roswiser’s fingers.
“Oh, so you’re really eager for me to kiss you.”
“Don’t you want to?”
“Is this level of intimacy still not enough to satisfy you?”
With that, he launched into a classic “basic attack.”
Roswiser felt the intensity of the moment with Leon.
Oh, this was definitely satisfying.
All this time, while the two had been on the path of mutual torture, it didn’t mean they didn’t understand each other’s pressure levels.
Practice makes perfect, right?
But you know how it is with women—they always want more.
Roswiser furrowed her pretty brows, her cheeks blushing, as she gently traced Leon’s lips with her fingers.
“I want you to kiss me, quit beating around the bush.”
“What kind of attitude is that when asking for a favor? Huh?”
When an artist gets inspired, their strokes naturally become more forceful, crumpling the paper beneath.
Leon knew precisely how to care for Roswiser, and she was aware of some of his little tricks.
Whenever Leon felt like he was in charge at home, if Roswiser made a request, he’d “tease” her, dragging things out with rhetorical questions.
And every time he ended a rhetorical question, it was met with another round of “artistic inspiration.”
Roswiser had pinpointed this fact and was more than willing to watch her adorable captive act out his role.
“So what’s your desired attitude? Calling you… hubby?” Roswiser grinned, her delicate face flushing, adding a hint of allure to her smile.
Leon leaned down, getting right in Roswiser’s face, their breaths mingling. He looked into her quivering silver eyes, lowering his voice, “Go on, say it, little mother dragon.”
Roswiser smiled, lightly pinching Leon’s ear, leaning in, “I… refuse to say it.”
Before Leon could respond, Roswiser opened her mouth slightly, her silver teeth careful as they playfully nipped at his earlobe.
A ticklish sensation mixed with a hint of pain.
Of course, Leon wouldn’t let her be wild for long.
That Dragon Slayer’s stamina recovered quite fast—just a few hours ago, he was slumped under a tree getting drenched, and now he was full of energy.
Guess it’s true what they say, the strongest Dragon Slayer can make the Dragon Race suffer both on the battlefield and… in their more intimate little skirmishes.
The Silver Dragon Queen, after a bit of restrained resistance, finally gave in,
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry, Leon… I won’t dare again…”
Normally, she wouldn’t back down so easily.
However, it’s not like they’ve been married for ages, and this was their first “little separation strengthens bond” moment— she thought she could pull off a little act of vulnerability and play the cute wife. Her goofy captive just needed to be made to feel his kingly status.
And sure enough, just like she expected, this Dragon Slayer hero was now grinning from ear to ear.
“Feeling sorry now, are we?”
“Uh-huh… I won’t pressure you to kiss me anymore…” This pitiful look from the Silver Dragon Queen was quite rare but enough to make anyone around her dizzy with affection.
Leon reached out, pushing back the damp strands of Roswiser’s hair, his fingertips lingering on her cheek. His heavy breathing tickled her face, carrying that intoxicating scent loaded with hormones.
He leaned in, planting a soft kiss on the queen’s fiery lips.
After a brief peck, he pulled back slightly, gazing into Roswiser’s eyes, saying nothing.
Roswiser looked back at him and instantly got the idiotic intention behind his silence.
Hmph, still trying to act tough, huh?
Fine, let him play the role; after all, if not now, when?
She blushed and turned her gaze away, like a shy little bride stepping through a door,
“Honey.”
“Look at me when you say it.”
Huh~
What a childish man.
But alas, Roswiser looked deep into Leon’s eyes and dramatically repeated,
“Huuubbby.”
He was clearly pleased.
And since he was satisfied, Leon decided not to torture the little mother dragon further and moved on to the next steps calmly.
Couple communication is really just about caring for each other in this way.
About an hour later, the birds in the forest were startled up by the booming sounds from one very fiery dragon mouth, flapping their wings as they flew nervously from the trees.
After the couple enjoyed their heavenly experience, they lay on the grass, relishing the delicious memories.
Since they were outdoors, and it was broad daylight, even without anyone around, that nagging sense of shame came flooding back after they “handed in their homework.”
Roswiser fussed to put on her dress, tiredly leaning against the bush.
At that moment, Leon had finally dried his shirt by the fire. He put it back on and settled down next to Roswiser.
Post-fun, it’s usually time for some casual chat, a way to pass time while recovering energy.
“So, did you catch the spy on your trip back?” Roswiser asked.
Leon nodded, “Caught one. It was—”
“Don’t tell me! Let me guess!” Roswiser’s playful side suddenly came out.
Leon smiled, glancing at Roswiser.
Whether he meant to or not, he wore a smile that seemed to show a bit of ‘indulgence,’ as though he was perfectly willing to play along with her little childish game of guessing who the spy was.
“Alright, guess away.” Leon said.
Roswiser thought for a moment, “It was that female Artillery Master!”
Leon lowered his eyebrows, “Why does your excited tone sound less like you think she’s the spy and more like you wish she was the spy…”
Roswiser pouted, “What? No way! I was just guessing at random; it’s not like it matters who I guess. So was I right or wrong?”
“Wrong.”
“Ah, what a pity.”
Leon: ?
So she really wanted Rebecca to be the spy, huh!
What Silver Dragon Queen?
More like the Silver Dragon Jealousy Queen!
“Then was it… the little heir from the noble family?”
Leon shook his head, “Nah, it was the long-time underachiever.”
“Oh~~ and what was the outcome of that?”
Leon made a “g*n” gesture with his hand, pointing to his temple,
“Bang~”
Roswiser chuckled, “Don’t you feel it’s a shame?”
“A shame for what?”
“Considering he was once your comrade.”
“Such matters… as a king, you should know better than I do, right? A betrayer must not be spared.”
Roswiser tucked a few stray strands of hair behind her ear, nodding in agreement.
In high positions, there are naturally more traitors.
Having been in power for years, Roswiser had seen her fair share of such drama.
Her earlier question was simply to gauge Leon’s mindset.
If the Dragon Slayer hero seemed a little unhinged, she’d offer her centuries of experience to comfort him.
But thankfully, this guy Leon was always stronger than she expected—yup, in every way “stronger.”
After finishing the spy discussion, Leon asked,
“Shall we head home now? Noia and the others haven’t seen us for days and must be worried sick?”
“Sure.”
Roswiser got up, dusting off her dress, and added a little dreamily, “Once we get home, the daughters will be rushing over for hugs.”
After having their second child, Roswiser’s maternal instincts were definitely on the rise.
That’s a good thing compared to the cold, emotionless version of her from back in the day.
Hiss—
Does this mean Leon can start thinking about having a third child?
After all, their second baby, Aurora, displayed strong Dragon traits, which meant Leon’s prenatal education plans had failed spectacularly.
So if Leon wanted a little one with more human traits, he could only aim for the third child.
But hey, that’s just a thought for now.
While pulling a third-child card is viable, the ten-month pregnancy for a mother dragon would be torturous for Leon.
Gotta think carefully.
The couple tidied themselves up and headed towards the Silver Dragon Temple.
“So, who do you think will get hugs first from the daughters, me or you?” Leon asked.
“Of course it’ll be me.” Roswiser replied.
“Ah, I appreciate this confidence you have.”
“Confidence? Hmph, just you wait and see, the daughters will definitely rush to hug me first.”
That’s it, that’s the vibe—if I don’t play along with this mother dragon for a day, I, Casmod, feel like I’ll just burst!
With the couple bickering, they made it back to the Silver Dragon Temple.
The temple courtyard was quiet, only a few patrolling guards were seen, but there wasn’t a maid in sight.
Roswiser frowned slightly, “Strange, at this time, Anna and the others should be up and working. Where are they?”
Leon shrugged, “Maybe they’ve been slacking off while you were away.”
Roswiser shot him a glare, “I trust my subordinates; they are always serious about their work.”
And it’s true; while you might not call those workaholism-typed employees workaholics, their seriousness is definitely trustworthy.
The duo didn’t linger outside, heading inside the temple, up the stairs, and knocked on the sisters’ door.
Silence greeted them.
Leon tried turning the handle—unlocked.
The couple exchanged glances, nodding in tacit agreement, and pushed the door open.
“Noia, Moon, are you in there? Mommy and Daddy are back!”
Still no response.
Leon and Roswiser walked through the hallway, not finding their daughters or little one in the bedroom.
Just as they were puzzled, a waft of white smoke came drifting from the backyard.
The couple hurried to the balcony, looking out towards the backyard.
There, all the maids were present, and Noia and Moon were standing around a fire, whispering something.
Moon was holding a plate of grilled steak in her hands.
Roswiser puzzled, “What’s happening? Are they having a picnic?”
Leon knew better and covered his face, “Ugh, I knew it!”
