Chapter 20: Be obedient and listen, my dear wife.

If this kind of family dinner happened every day, Leon estimated he would live at least thirty years less. Dinner in the evening should be the best time for family members to talk and communicate. But here, it had become Rosvitha’s means of torturing Leon.

Moreover, with the addition of Noia, this little devil with the demeanour of an iceberg dragon girl, Leon was now in a one-against-two situation. This was totally impossible to fight against! He was currently figuring out how to make Muen give up this idea.

At this moment, he suddenly heard Noia say, “No, Muen.”

Muen’s small face drooped as she looked at her sister, “Why not?”

“I want to study at the Dragonling Department of St. Hys Academy,” Noia said, looking towards Rosvitha, seeking her opinion.

Rosvitha was slightly surprised by her elder daughter’s idea. She knew that Noia was precocious and had a good talent for magic. However, dragons typically entered the Dragonling Department at around four or five years old.

Noia was only a year and two months old this year, and in terms of height, she was much smaller than the typical four or five-year-old dragon.

Rosvitha put down her knife and fork, gazing at her eldest daughter and earnestly asking, “Why are you so hurry to enrol?”

“Because I want to defeat more—”

“More?”

“Dragon slayers.”

“Pfft—cough, cough… cough—”

Leon had intended to take a sip of water to suppress his surprise, but as soon as he drank, he heard his eldest daughter saying she wanted to defeat him.

What a dutiful daughter.

Noia looked at Leon with disdain, “Pay attention to table manners.”

Oh, you really act like a little adult. Leon wiped his mouth with a napkin, “Dragon slayers are very brave, and Daddy is afraid you’ll get hurt.”

“You can’t grow without getting hurt.”

Alright, now they had a true little mule. Leon was about to say something, but Rosvitha interjected, “I think Noia’s idea is quite good. The earlier she learns skills, the earlier she can confront dragon slayers. Besides, I also think Dragonslayers are just a bunch of fools. There’s nothing remarkable about them. Maybe they would even be scared enough to spit out a sip of water. What do you think, Leon?”

“Well, it seems your father has no objections either.”

Rosvitha smiled, “St. Hys Academy has two entrance exams every year. The next one is in a month. During this month, we need to make some preparations for enrollment.”

“Yes, Mother.”

“Well, let’s discuss it in detail tomorrow. Let’s eat for now.”

The two little ones lowered their heads and continued eating. Rosvitha glanced at the dispirited Leon and asked with concern, “Why aren’t you eating, Leon? Is my cooking not tasty?”

“It’s delicious… delicious…”

“If it’s delicious, eat more. You need energy after all… for doing other things.”

This “doing other things” had a profound implication. Leon lowered his head, looking at the steak on his plate, unconsciously gripping the knife and fork.

He could feel Rosvitha’s contempt and disdain towards him. Perhaps, in Rosvitha’s eyes, the current Leon was just a tool for childcare, a plaything to be used at any time to vent her anger. She wanted to provide real fatherly love for the children, therefore she spared Leon’s life.

Leon had once said she could strip away his pride and dignity, but she couldn’t extinguish his conviction. Was this just empty talk from a dragon slayer deprived of his personality? No…

It was not like that. He would never allow Rosvitha to take away more from him. Silently, he cut the steak on his plate into small pieces.

The flickering flame in his heart, on the verge of extinguishing, seemed to be rekindled.

An hour later. The family dinner concluded.

Noia took Muen back to their room, and Leon volunteered to stay behind and do the dishes.

Rosvitha suggested leaving such tasks to the servants, but Leon insisted that handling post-dinner cleanup together as a couple would bring a stronger sense of family. Rosvitha didn’t argue. She tied on her apron and went to the kitchen, preparing to wash the dishes.

In the room, only she and Leon remained. Clear water flowed from the faucet as Rosvitha stood in front of the sink, carefully wiping each plate.

“Hey, when do you plan to come and help? Weren’t we supposed to do this together? You—ugh…”

Before she could finish speaking, Rosvitha felt a sudden heat in her chest. Her body’s sensitive nerves were immediately activated. She slightly opened her neckline and found that the dragon pattern on her chest was flickering with a dark purple light.

“Leon… what are you—”

She wanted to go out and question Leon about what he was up to. But as soon as she turned around, the reaction of the dragon pattern suddenly became even more intense.

Rosvitha’s legs went weak, and she fell forward. Fortunately, she managed to grab onto the door frame in time, or she would have fallen there. However, even so, the reaction of the dragon pattern continued to erode her body and sanity. Her vision became somewhat blurry, her mouth dry, and the desire for “procreation” became increasingly urgent. She swallowed hard, but in the end, she couldn’t resist the increasingly strong resonance of the dragon pattern. She sat on the ground, unable to stop breathing heavily.

Thud, thud—

Footsteps echoed in front of her. Rosvitha looked up. He was Leon.

The cold moonlight poured in from the side window, casting light on Leon’s profile. He had no expression, looking down at Rosvitha with a superior gaze. But upon closer inspection, one could see beads of sweat on his forehead. Clearly, he, too, was struggling to resist the resonance of the dragon pattern.

“What are you… what do you want…” Rosvitha asked intermittently.

At this moment, two strong impulses were in fierce conflict within her consciousness.

On one hand, there was wariness towards the man in front of her; on the other, there was an instinctive desire to be intimate with him. She knew that Leon was feeling the same way as her.

“Rosvitha, I said something to you two years ago in the dungeon. I don’t know if you still remember.”

Leon slowly crouched down, aligning his eyes with Rosvitha’s.

He reached out, gently lifting Rosvitha’s chin, observing her flushed cheeks and the ambiguous allure in her eyes.

“Never be alone with a rigorously trained, strongest dragon slayer,” he reminded her.

Rosvitha responded to his cold gaze with a smile and said, “Heh… don’t pretend, Leon. Your idea of using the reaction of the dragon pattern to weaken me and then escape is not bad, but I’ll tell you, it’s impossible.”

“The impact of the dragon pattern is the same for both of us. Plus, you just woke up from a two-year coma, and your strength hasn’t recovered much. So even if I become weak, you can’t possibly escape from here—”

Leon interrupted her, “Who said I want to escape?”

“What…”

He leaned in slightly, reached out, and lifted the weakened Rosvitha horizontally.

With her silver tail hanging down, the queen leaned against the scoundrel’s chest, looking at him in surprise.

“Leon, what are you doing? What are you doing?!”

“I did just wake up from a coma, and my strength and physical fitness haven’t fully recovered. But… in these days, things have improved slightly. It’s enough.”

While speaking, Leon carried the queen towards the corridor.

“Enough… what? Leon, speak enough for what?”

Leon put Rosvitha on the ground at the entrance with her head facing the door and her tail towards himself.

Then, he crouched down and grabbed Rosvitha’s tail.

“Don’t, Leon—”

During the dragon pattern’s resonance, a dragon’s tail became an extremely sensitive area. With just a gentle squeeze, it could significantly impact the sensitive nerves of the other person.

Rosvitha at this moment, was like a small cat whose neck was caught by fate, lying weakly on the ground.

“Let go of my tail… Leon…”

With her remaining consciousness, Rosvitha spoke, “Otherwise, after tonight, I will definitely kill you. I swear…”

“That’s a matter for after tonight, Rosvitha. Moreover, I’ve never been afraid of death, you know that.”

Saying this, Leon increased the force on his hand. A tingling sensation instantly spread through Rosvitha’s whole body from her tail. She tilted her head slightly, desperately trying to control the restlessness in her body.

“Dragons crave conquest, the desire to destroy everything, the yearning to control all.”

“You are the same, Rosvitha.”

“Since the day I woke up, you’ve trampled on my dignity, treating me as a plaything for amusement.”

“So tonight, why don’t we switch roles? What do you think?”

“Have you ever been conquered, been controlled, Rosvitha?”

“I don’t think you have. But you’ll soon know what that feels like.”

Leon pressed down on Rosvitha’s tail with his knee, then slowly approached, one hand gripping her neck, the other lifting the strands of hair near her ear. He leaned in close to her flushed cheek and whispered,

“In addition, don’t make a sound, Queen.”

“Don’t make a sound?”

“Yes, because—”

Knock, knock, knock—

“Your Majesty, we’re here to clear the table. Is it convenient now?”

Outside the door, the voices of the maids could be heard.

Rosvitha’s pupils dilated, about to call for help, but Leon tugged at her hair, forcing her to tilt her head.

“If you scream, I won’t hesitate to open the door for them. By then, they’ll see the queen in this state, usually high and mighty. Anyway, I don’t care. What about you, Rosvitha? Do you care?”

“Leon… you bastard!”

“Shh, keep it down. Don’t let them hear.”

“Your Majesty? Are you inside? Have you encountered any trouble?” the maid asked again.

“Tell them you’re occupied now, it’s not convenient, and they can come clean up tomorrow morning.”

Rosvitha closed her eyes for a moment, then slowly opened them, adjusting her tone as she said,

“I’m fine. You can come clean up tomorrow morning.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Footsteps fading away.

Leon smiled with satisfaction,

“Well, let’s begin, my dear… wife.”