Leon squinted slightly, eyeing the golden figure in the distance.

“Do you know who that is?” he asked.

Rosvisser nodded, her expression serious. “That’s *Stah*, the Radiant Dragon King, one of the legends from the previous generation of dragons. He outranks even Constantine.”

“Didn't expect him to challenge us alone,” Leon murmured.

“That’s why there’s no need to send our soldiers to their deaths,” Rosvisser said. “In the end, it’s always going to be a battle between kings.”

Her tone was so heavy that Leon glanced at her. “I’ve never seen you so tense, Rosvisser.”

Rosvisser’s steps faltered briefly, but then she laughed softly.

“Not so much tense… more like… excited.”

“Excited?”

“As a new queen, only fifty years on the throne, to challenge the Radiant Dragon King today? What incredible luck.”

“Luck… I can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic or if you really mean that.”

The Silver Dragon Clan, compared to most dragon clans, leaned more towards peace and rarely initiated invasions of other territories. But that was merely a result of their environment.

At the end of the day, Silver Dragons were still dragons, and the instinct for battle and violence was embedded deep in their blood.

Just like Rosvisser now.

She had shed her gentle mother and aloof queen personas. The warrior instincts in her bloodline were gradually awakening.

Facing a powerful opponent like Stah, there wasn’t a trace of fear in her—only excitement.

Leon suddenly recalled the time, over a year ago, shortly after he had awakened. During those days, Rosvisser's attempts at revenge on him were the most frequent.

Every time she pushed Leon to his limits, her emotions would verge on losing control.

There were moments when Leon genuinely thought she was so excited she might kill him...

So, the tenderness, tsundere attitude, and stubbornness that made Rosvisser so endearing—were all part of a contrast.

This Silver Dragon Queen, it seemed, had a bit of a "crazy beauty" trait to her.

Leon knocked on his helmet with a clear metallic clang, pulling himself out of his thoughts. The nuances of his wife’s hidden personality could wait for later reflection.

For now, he needed to deal with the golden figure in front of him.

Both sides stopped walking at almost the same time, leaving about two hundred meters between them. In the middle was the border of the Silver Dragon territory.

There was no need to wait for the enemy to cross the line to strike. Dragons didn’t follow such rules.

Though there were no troops behind him, Leon could still feel the immense pressure radiating from Stah, the Radiant Dragon King.

Rosvisser wasn’t wrong. This guy was definitely stronger than Constantine.

A lot stronger.

“How much of your mana has recovered?” Rosvisser asked, her eyes locked on the enemy.

It had been nearly six months since they defeated Constantine, and Leon’s mana had only recovered about halfway.

“Fifty percent,” he replied honestly.

“Oh, then it seems teaming up was the right call.”

Leon opened his mouth, tempted to say something like, ‘I could still defeat the enemy without you,’ just to boost morale.

But he knew Rosvisser didn’t like it when he tried to play the hero alone.

So, instead, he said, “I’ve never fought alongside a dragon before.”

“Don’t worry. We’ve always been… in sync, Leon. Always.”

Her words nearly made Leon stumble. He cleared his throat awkwardly. “This is a battlefield. Let’s be serious.”

Rosvisser chuckled softly and said no more.

It seemed like she had relaxed, and Leon felt relieved.

Several kilometers away, Nacho stood on the observation platform, watching both sides bracing for battle, the tension building. His nerves started to get the better of him.

“Do you think they’re discussing strategy over there?” Nacho asked.

“Even if they are, we can’t hear it,” Ravi replied plainly.

“What if they’ve already come up with a plan to deal with Stah? Shouldn’t you get closer to support him?”

Ravi ignored his suggestion. “Just stay quiet and wait. You said it yourself—I’m the hidden card. No point playing it before the battle even starts.”

Nacho bit his lip, anxiously staring at the distant battlefield.

On the Silver Dragon side, everyone was on high alert.

Although they had faith in their queen and prince consort, they still needed to prepare for the worst.

After all, war was no child’s game, and victory was never guaranteed.

At the border, Leon brought his hands together, slowly separating them to form a sword of pure lightning. 

The blade was encased in crackling blue electricity, arcs of lightning dancing along its edge.

This was *Lightning Sword Formation*, a B-level lightning spell.

Leon didn’t plan to unleash his strongest moves right away.

First, because Stah’s power was undoubtedly far beyond Constantine’s, and Leon wasn’t sure of his limits yet. While confident in his own strength, there was a fine line between confidence and arrogance.

Second, his mana reserves weren’t what they had been during the battle with Constantine. He needed to use his strength wisely.

As he considered his strategy, Stah stepped closer.

They were now close enough to hear each other speak.

“Leon Cassmod... So, it was you who killed Constantine?” came a voice from beneath the golden helmet—aged but commanding.

Most beings, when faced with a Dragon King like Stah, would struggle to even stand, let alone respond.

That was the power of *Dragon’s Might*.

But Leon had never known fear of dragons. Every time one of these Dragon Kings tried to lower their voice to sound more menacing, he just found it amusing.

He slung his lightning sword over his shoulder, his tone bold. “It was me. What of it? Are you here to avenge him?”

In truth, Leon wasn’t naturally this brash.

But after years of war, he knew one thing—never lose your composure in front of the enemy.

So, when confronted by Stah’s question, he saw no reason to follow protocol. Being a bit cocky was fine.

“Hmph... No human has ever spoken to me with such an attitude. You’re the first.”

It was clear that Stah felt his authority had been challenged. “You think killing Constantine makes you invincible?”

“I wouldn’t say invincible.”

Leon raised his sword slowly from his shoulder, its blue glow cutting through the air in a half-arc, the tip pointed directly at Stah. “But taking you down on the side? That’s no problem.”

Not only was Stah stunned by Leon’s arrogance, but even Rosvisser, whose warrior instincts had awakened, was shocked by the boldness of her husband.

Leon might not feel the *Dragon’s Might*, but as a Dragon King herself, Rosvisser could certainly sense the overwhelming pressure.

To remain so calm under such pressure and even mock the opponent—well, Her Majesty had to respect that.

Stah’s expression darkened.

He was done talking.

After all, the Empire’s orders were simple:

They wanted Leon Cassmod’s head.

Since that was the case, things were straightforward.

Stah closed his eyes, took a moment to center himself, then opened them again.

A gust of wind stirred across the battlefield, and clouds began to cover the sun. A heavy shadow crept over the land from Stah’s direction, enveloping the ground beneath their feet.

Leon poured more mana into his lightning sword, the blade growing fuller, the electric arcs dancing wildly like excited spirits.

“Aren’t you going to wait for him to attack first?” Rosvisser asked.

Even as she spoke, she was readying herself for battle. With a flip of her hand, dragon flames leaped into her palm.

“I’ve always preferred attacking first.”

Leon bent low, holding the sword in a ready stance. “Let’s go.”

“Right.”

In an instant, the couple became two silver blurs, charging towards Stah from both sides.

In the blink of an eye, they were upon him—Leon slashing with his lightning sword, while Rosvisser unleashed her dragon flames.

The war between kings had begun.