After obtaining critical information from Maureen, Rosvisser didn’t rush to leave the dungeon with Leon.  

To be precise, they didn’t leave the dungeon at all.

They passed through the corridor of the prison and arrived at another section.

Although there were still iron bars, iron windows, and iron doors, Leon keenly noticed that all the cells in this area were empty.  

In contrast, the area they had just come from, where Maureen had been held, had contained at least dozens of dragon prisoners.

Seeing Leon’s confusion, Rosvisser explained,  

“This is the area for holding non-dragons.”

Leon paused, murmuring softly, “Non-dragons...”

The Silver Dragon Clan was not warlike and had never taken the initiative to attack other dragons or non-dragons, so it made sense that this section for non-dragon prisoners would be empty.

But why had she brought him here?

Leon wasn’t entirely sure what Rosvisser was planning, but his intuition told him it wasn’t anything good.

As they walked deeper into the area, Rosvisser spoke again, “Do you know what the Silver Dragon Clan’s largest non-dragon conflict in recent years was?”

“Which one?” Leon asked instinctively.

“The invasion of the Dragon-Slaying Army from the Human Empire.”

Great, he shouldn’t have asked.

Leon rolled his eyes, “And so?”

“In that battle, we captured a warrior known as the strongest dragon-slayer. Can you guess who he was?”

As they reached the deepest part of the prison, Rosvisser stopped at the door of a particular cell.

Leon showed no reaction to Rosvisser bringing up old history.

In fact, he wanted to laugh.

“Captured, huh? Well, now I’m the father of your three children.”

General Leon always believed in reasoning with dragons, but when it came to becoming a dad after being captured, he had a “dead pig doesn’t fear boiling water” attitude.  

No matter how much Rosvisser teased or mocked him, Leon had one line to balance the situation: “I’m your husband.”

“Alright, alright, you’re the father of my children, you’re my husband. Have it your way,” Rosvisser chuckled softly, then slowly turned to face the cold cell in front of them.

Leon followed her gaze, “So, what are we here for?”

“Hmm? Does revisiting this place not bring back any fond memories?”

“What fond memo—”

Leon’s words stopped halfway as memories suddenly exploded in his mind like a buried dynamite stick hitting a spark.

Shadows of the past flickered in his pupils—the very cell where he had spent his time after being captured by Rosvisser.

Ohhh...

Leon suddenly understood.

No wonder Rosvisser had mentioned going back to the “place where it all began.”

She had a point—this was indeed where it all started for them.

But Leon still didn’t get why she had brought him here now.

“Oh? Judging by your expression, it looks like you’ve remembered?” Rosvisser asked with a smile.

Leon shoved his hands into his pockets, pouted, and responded reluctantly, “Yeah, I remember. So, what’s the point? You still haven’t said why we’re here.”

“Returning to where the dream began, of course... to relive the original dream.”  

She opened the cell door and made a dramatic ‘please’ gesture. “Prisoner first.”

Gulp—

Leon swallowed.

If his understanding of language was correct, Rosvisser had just implied she wanted to... 

recreate the “bloody seduction” incident from back then?

Judging by her smile, Leon was fairly certain he hadn’t misread the situation.

He immediately objected, “No way.”

“Why not?”

Leon glanced around the cell and quickly came up with an excuse, “It’s filthy in here. Germs and stuff—bad for our health.”

“It’s not dirty. No one’s been kept here for years—except you. If there are any germs, they’re probably from you. It’s fine; I don’t mind.”

“...Still, no.”

Rosvisser leaned against the cell door, arms crossed, her face showing displeasure. “Why?”

“I’m worried it might bring back bad memories for you.”

“You’ve given me plenty of bad memories. What’s one more? Don’t make me say it a third time. Get in there, prisoner.”

They had played the ‘Queen and Prisoner’ role-playing game many times in Rosvisser’s bedroom.

But this time, it was for real.

Leon was still scrambling for an excuse to avoid this ‘assignment,’ but the dragon mark on his chest was already glowing.

Clearly, Rosvisser wasn’t giving him much time to stall.

After all, this was a prison. Even though she claimed not to mind, a swift resolution seemed best.

She took his hand and pulled him into the cell.

Her graceful form lay down on the dry straw, while her “prisoner” removed his shirt, revealing his strong, solid body, along with the glowing, ethereal purple dragon mark on his chest.

This time, Rosvisser took the passive role.

She closed her eyes, savoring his familiar, gentle kisses and touches. A blush spread across her weary face, and a satisfied smile graced her lips.

Truthfully, Rosvisser’s desire to do this here was purely spontaneous.

The memory-probing magic had significant side effects, causing the user considerable stress.

And unfortunately, her method of relieving stress was simple and direct.

Moreover, though she was conservative in public, when alone with Leon, she craved to do more thrilling, rebellious things.

She had pondered why she felt this way and ultimately concluded that the excitement of breaking boundaries was addictive.

She was captivated by the ‘addiction’ Leon had brought into her life, with no intention of saving herself—only wanting to fall deeper with him.

And why not?

Being the Silver Dragon Queen was exhausting. So, in front of her “fake” husband, she could fully unleash her inner rebelliousness and repressed emotions.

As the dragon mark’s power heightened Leon’s senses, he leaned over, pressing against Rosvisser’s soft chest. He gently stroked her cheek and softly asked, “Are you sure this won’t make you uncomfortable?”

Rosvisser knew what he was referring to—he had mentioned the possibility of “bad memories” earlier.

Her silver eyes gazed at him, a playful smile tugging at her lips as she rubbed his warm earlobe. “Don’t worry. This place won’t bring back any bad memories for me. It’ll only make me...”

She leaned in close and whispered seductively into his ear, “...want to conquer you even more.”

Without a doubt, Rosvisser was provoking him.

It was her go-to move.

And Leon, predictably, fell for it every time. So, she never failed with this tactic.

Sure enough, upon hearing her words, Leon grabbed her by the throat and pinned her back down onto the straw.

He didn’t use much force—just enough to make her feel it without restricting her breathing.  

She liked it this way and had told him so, encouraging him to be rougher during their intimate moments.

Rosvisser smiled contentedly as her fingers lightly traced Leon’s wrist, her gaze filled with desire and charm.

“Dear, I don’t like it when you’re so rough with me.”

Women’s words should always be taken in reverse.

If she said “don’t,” it meant “do.”

If she said she wasn’t mad, she was definitely mad.

So when she said she didn’t like being treated roughly, it clearly meant—

She loved it. Bring it on!

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