Chapter 57: Silver Dragon Doll

In order to surprise Rosvitha when she woke up, Leon rejected the maids’ proposal to take care of her. He declared that he would stay by Rosvitha’s side without a moment’s rest for twenty-four hours.

In the eyes of the maids, this gesture was a profound demonstration of the Prince’s deep love for the Queen!

The wife fell ill, confined to bed;

The husband never left, staying by her side at all times.

Oh my goodness~

Is there a purer love than this?

Surely, they will grow old together!

If Leon knew what the maids were thinking, he would probably make two sarcastic remarks.

First: “You’re thinking too much. I’d rather jump off a building than grow old with this mother dragon.”

Second: “Although there’s a slight difference between silver and white, they look similar at first glance. So, rounding it up, your Queen is already old!”

Well, back to the point.

Although he was waiting for Rosvitha to wake up, during this time, Leon indeed intended to take good care of her.

It’s not that he cared about this clumsy dragon’s health.

He just didn’t want her to wake up feeling unwell and worry about his precious daughters.

So, he decided to wash her face and wipe her body.

Even though the “Nursing” course wasn’t taught at the Dragon Slayer Academy, it should be similar to bathing a donkey, right?

Every time Leon returned home during holidays, he would bathe his master’s donkey, and he was quite skilled at it.

Moreover, he felt that bathing Rosvitha would be much easier than bathing a donkey.

A donkey might kick him, but a comatose dragon definitely wouldn’t.

Leon wasted no time. He dipped a towel in warm water, stood at the head of the bed, bent over, and gently wiped Rosvitha’s forehead, nose bridge, cheeks, and chin.

Honestly, she looked much prettier when she was asleep than when she was awake.

Despite having a stunningly beautiful face, most of the time, she was either tired or melancholic. She rarely smiled and always looked so serious.

Only occasionally, when talking about their daughters with Leon, would she show a hint of a content smile.

“Ah, you should smile more in the future. You look really beautiful when you smile,” Leon murmured as he wiped her hand back and palm.

He had said it before. Wiping a dragon’s body was definitely much easier than wiping a donkey’s body.

The little dragon was so well-behaved.

After finishing with her hands, it was time for her body.

Leon lifted the blanket, and just as he was about to start, he couldn’t help but swallow hard at the sight of her delicate figure lying on the soft bed.

“I’ve… I’ve seen it several times already, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

He took a few deep breaths, reassuring himself in his mind.

After mentally preparing himself, he bent over, supporting Rosvitha’s back with one hand, and gently removed her nightgown straps with the other.

Rosvitha’s nightgown was very light and thin, and it could be easily removed with just a tug.

Leon blushed, feeling a mixture of desire to look and embarrassment.

Damn it.

Clearly, they were already “an old married couple” — judging from the amount of time they spent together, they might not have reached the level of an old married couple, but in terms of frequency, they were indeed there.

Why was he feeling shy about bathing her? Come on, Casmode, be brave. You’re not afraid of slaying dragons, so why would you be afraid of bathing one?

He bent over again, feeling the warm breath coming out of his nose.

Leon swallowed hard again, gripping the towel and slowly reaching towards Rosvitha’s chest.

Such a perfect contour…

Round and full, neither too large to be exaggerated nor too small to be stingy, it was in an absolutely perfect state. As her faint breathing rose and fell, the scene became extremely alluring, arousing desire.

Suddenly!

The dragon tattoo on Rosvitha’s chest shimmered!

Terrified, Leon quickly covered Rosvitha with the blanket, then threw the towel away and rushed out of the room.

He ran all the way to the backyard of the temple, panting heavily.

“Oh my God, why did it… why did it light up?”

The glowing dragon tattoo didn’t mean Rosvitha had woken up.

Leon remembered clearly that when Rosvitha carved the dragon tattoo on him, she said:

“If one party longs for the other, the other party’s dragon tattoo will react.”

Leon had used this to his advantage before, teasing Rosvitha when her sister, the Red Dragon Queen Isabella, came to visit.

So… the fact that Rosvitha’s dragon tattoo just shimmered meant—

In absolute sobriety, without any drug or charm influence, Leon had… thoughts about Rosvitha in that aspect!

“Shameful!”

He slapped his own cheeks twice, trying to calm himself down quickly.

At the same time, he silently recited the “Three Honors and Three Shames of Dragon Slayers”:

“Honor lies in loyalty to the Empire, shame lies in colluding with dragons;”

“Honor lies in shedding blood on the battlefield, shame lies in fleeing from the front lines;”

“Honor lies in slaying dragons and defending the home, shame lies in defection and betrayal.”

After reciting it three times, Leon finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Adjusting his mindset, Leon returned to the room.

A gentle breeze flowed in through the window, gently swaying the curtains.

The silver-haired beauty lay peacefully on the bed, so quiet and beautiful, it was hard to disturb her.

Leon approached her with silent steps.

Even though he knew she couldn’t hear him at the moment, there was a feeling of not wanting to wake her up.

Leon reached out and carefully dressed Rosvitha in her nightgown again.

Pausing for a moment, feeling uneasy, he pulled up the neckline of the nightgown, covering the dragon tattoo on her chest.

He didn’t want it to suddenly shimmer again later. That would definitely make Leon doubt whether his dragon-slaying heart was wavering.

He picked up the warm towel again, dampening it with some warm water.

Hands and feet were fine, but he wouldn’t go any further than that!

This time, he walked to the foot of the bed, lifted the blanket, and gently held Rosvitha’s left foot, carefully wiping it.

Her feet… were actually quite attractive—

“Stop it, stop it. Don’t let your thoughts wander anymore.”

Leon shook his head to clear away those scattered thoughts. After everything was wiped clean, Leon sat down to rest.

Rustle—

The noon breeze gently brushed the curtains of the French windows. Warm sunlight poured in from outside, enveloping them.

Looking at the unconscious Rosvitha, Leon clicked his tongue lightly, deciding to do something to pass the time.

Propping himself up on his knees, he stood up leisurely and walked to the bedside. “You can’t move, right?” he said as he approached Rosvitha’s wardrobe.

Opening it, he found a variety of gorgeous dresses inside, dazzling to the eyes. Rosvitha usually dressed conservatively, with most of her clothes covering her up tightly, and the shortest skirt only reaching her knees.

Leon himself didn’t have any particular experience with clothes. But the thought of finally being able to freely manipulate the dragon lady made him decide to do something, not wanting to waste this opportunity.

Rummaging through the wardrobe, he found an unopened set of…

“Black stockings.”

Leon’s cheeks flushed. “B-Black stockings, good, black stockings are justice!”

Moreover, since these stockings were still sealed, it meant that Rosvitha probably didn’t like wearing this kind of stuff usually. But now, she had no say in the matter.

Leon returned to the bedside, opened the package of black stockings, and then clumsily put them on Rosvitha’s legs. Her legs were quite long, so it was a bit of a struggle to put them on.

After getting dressed, the slender legs were wrapped in sheer black stockings, appearing mysterious yet alluring. Leon blushed and swallowed nervously. “It’s such a shame that these legs aren’t adorned in black stockings.”

Leon admired his “creation” with satisfaction, feeling like something was still missing. “Now that we have the black stockings, why not go all the way?”

Returning to the wardrobe, Leon rummaged through it and found a slightly tight black top. Of course, the design of the top was ordinary, so Leon decided to make some alterations himself. He grabbed a pair of scissors from the drawer and began trimming the shirt without hesitation. When the dragon mother woke up, he would blame it on Muen’s playful nature for cutting the clothes.

After a round of trimming, Leon removed the sleeping gown from Rosvitha’s body. Deliberately avoiding her chest, he quickly slipped the modified black top over Rosvitha’s figure. With exposed shoulders, a low neckline, a bow tie, and black stockings…

“A bunny… Bunny girl!”

However, it still lacked one thing to be a standard bunny girl – bunny ear accessories. Leon knew he wouldn’t find such things in this room, so he decided to take matters into his own hands.

Sitting at the bedside, he gathered Rosvitha’s hair and tried to fashion a pair of bunny ears. Luckily, Rosvitha had an ample amount of hair; if it were anyone else, especially someone who worked late nights, they wouldn’t have had enough hair to work with.

Finally, the bunny ears were crafted.

With handmade bunny ears by Leon, the transformation into a bunny girl was complete!

No man would refuse a life-sized silver dragon doll. If anyone did, it would be because the doll hadn’t been dressed up as a black stocking bunny girl yet. So, how could such a rare sight in the mortal realm not be captured?

This would be the dragon mother’s dark history!

Leon remembered seeing a household camera in Rosvitha’s room, otherwise, why would there be some casual photos of her displayed in the living room or by the bedside? He rummaged through the storage room for a while and, indeed, he found it.

Excitedly returning to the bedroom, Leon jumped onto the bed and cuddled up to Rosvitha, holding her tightly in his arms. Then, he lifted the camera and activated a little magic for continuous shooting.

“Come on, darling, give me a smile.”

“Darling, you’re so photogenic!”

“I’ll make sure to keep these photos safe!”

Leon was admiring his handiwork when suddenly, the dragon tattoo on Rosvitha’s chest flashed again. Startled, Leon quickly covered her with the blanket. But this time, instead of running out to calm down, he took a few deep breaths and muttered to himself.

“This… this must be because I dressed her up as a bunny girl. It has nothing to do with the dragon itself! Yes, I’m interested in bunny girls, not her!”

After consoling himself, to prevent the dragon tattoo from glowing again, Leon quickly removed the black stockings and bunny ears. Plus, he couldn’t let anyone else see this outfit.

There was just no way to explain it!

However, after tidying up, Leon felt it was a pity to let this foolish dragon off so easily.

After much thought, Leon’s gaze settled on Rosvitha’s silky, straight silver hair. It was typical of her, with a slight fringe adorning her forehead, elegant and charming.

However, Leon felt that being good-looking shouldn’t be the only label for her hairstyle. Besides bunny ears, there should be… some other fun elements.

Leon sat by her pillow, taking her strands of hair in his hands, and began to weave them together. Before long, he had crafted a silver butterfly out of her hair. With a satisfied smile, Leon undid the butterfly bow.

He weaved it a few times, turning the hair into a pentagram, then a hexagram, followed by a heart shape, and then into a “flower basket.” Rosvitha’s meticulously maintained hair had turned into a playground for him.

Perhaps he’d try something like this for his daughters someday~

Lastly, Leon still had a bit of conscience left. At the corner of Rosvitha’s temple, he braided a thin braid. From an aesthetic perspective, this little braid indeed added a bit of playful cuteness to Rosvitha’s appearance. Leon didn’t unravel it; instead, he placed it by her pillow.

Standing up, he stretched lazily. “Let’s go out for a walk. It’s time to move on to the next step of the plan.”