As Leon leapt from Rosvisser’s back, Stah had just completed gathering his energy.

This attack would mark the end of his millennia-long life.

And it would also mark the end of the reckless human standing before him.

Stah would ensure that Leon learned the fate of those who dared to anger the Dragon Kings—death was the only outcome.

Mutual destruction? So what?

As long as the enemy paid the same price, Stah didn’t care.

A sudden burst of golden light radiated from Stah, resembling a second sun rising from the horizon.

This immense power rippled outward from Stah, who roared as he upheld the last remnants of his dignity as a Dragon King.

The man who had driven him to this desperate state was also fully prepared for their final clash.

The man in silver armor held the power of thunder in his hands—an element wild and uncontrollable—now tamed, an army of lightning at his command.

He appeared like a general of salvation, leading the strongest force in the world, launching a full-force attack on the golden dragon.

A thousand bolts of lightning coalesced into the form of a roaring lion descending from the sky.

This was *Super S-rank Lightning Magic—Dragon Annihilation*, a spell never recorded in any book, a technique Leon Cassmod had created specifically to kill dragons.

No lengthy incantation, no elaborate gestures, no sneaky tricks.

It was pure energy, designed solely for one purpose:

Slaying dragons.

The thunder clashed with the golden light;

The lion fought against the Dragon King.

This was a battle between two kings, and it would not end until one was destroyed.

As the two forces collided in mid-air, the resulting explosion of energy rippled across the battlefield.

The earth quaked, and it felt like the end of the world had arrived early.

Blinding flashes of light reflected in Ravi’s eyes, who watched in awe, muttering in a near-deranged tone, “Do you see that, Nacho? This is the ultimate duel to the death! You’re so lucky to witness this at only thirty or forty years old. I’ve lived for fifteen hundred years, and only today do I have the fortune to see such a battle!”

“Dragons are all insane,” their master used to say often.

Nacho hadn’t believed it before, but now he did.

He knelt on the ground, watching the man and the dragon gamble their lives.

Nacho couldn’t understand—if the Dragon King’s fury was uncontrollable and would destroy everything, what was Leon Cassmod fighting so desperately for?

Leon could have escaped with the silver dragons to a safer distance. Even if Stah’s self-destruction reached them, it wouldn’t have been this dangerous. Yet here he was, throwing his life on the line.

Watching the small silver figure commanding lightning to fight against the rampaging Dragon King, even the cunning Nacho couldn’t help but think:

If only someone like him stood on our side.

Heroes—those who were fearless in the face of danger—were always admired by others.

But Nacho would never understand, and could never understand, that Leon didn’t live for others’ admiration.

He had something to protect, something worth risking his life for.

Amid the storm of lightning, cracks began to appear in the man’s armor as he shouted at the golden dragon:

“How long have you lived, Stah?”

“A thousand years? Two thousand? Maybe three thousand?”

“In all that time, there must be something you regret more than anything, right?”

“Maybe a wrong decision you made, or perhaps killing your own kind, or something else.”

“But I’m telling you now, the thing you’ll regret the most in your entire life is standing at my doorstep, screaming at my wife and kids, and then trying to blow up my house.”

“The last dragon who scared my family is already hanging over my door.”

“And your fate will be the same!”

Thunder roared as Leon used the lightning in his hand to shatter the golden light in front of him, forcibly pushing back the terrifying energy that could have leveled everything.

The lion made of lightning roared, baring its fangs and swinging its claws as it charged toward Stah.

In an instant, the dragon was swallowed by the lightning, the golden light extinguished. The sound of Stah’s roar echoed through the explosion, filled with anger and bitterness at his defeat.

“Did... did the Prince win? The Prince won!!”

At the moment of the explosion, Stah’s dragon aura vanished completely.

The silver dragon soldiers erupted in cheers, raising their arms in celebration.

A relieved smile spread across Shirley’s face. “We won, Head Maid!”

Anna finally unclenched her fists, blood dripping from her palms, “Yes... we won.”

On the battlefield, Rosvisser dove into the midst of the explosion, grabbing Leon in her mouth before flying close to the ground.

The explosion’s aftermath continued, the situation critical, so she had no choice but to use this somewhat undignified method to save Leon.

That idiot, standing there trying to look cool instead of running to avoid the blast.

She would have to ask Rebecca, the gunslinger, how she had dealt with this showoff in the past.

While her thoughts wandered, a sudden shockwave slammed into Rosvisser, causing her to lose her balance and crash into the ground with Leon.

Fortunately, they had already reached the edge of the blast zone, so the fall didn’t matter much.

Rosvisser, in her dragon form, quickly stopped herself.

Once stable, she immediately ran to Leon, spreading her wings to shield him, using her own body to protect him from the residual shockwaves.

Thankfully, the energy explosion soon ended.

After confirming that there was no more movement, Rosvisser retracted her wings and returned to her human form.

The couple lay on the devastated battlefield, gazing up at the clearing night sky.

The clouds dispersed, and the first rays of sunlight shone on Leon’s black and gold armor.

He was exhausted, his right hand trembling uncontrollably.

That last attack had been incredibly risky. It was a gamble—and luckily, he had won.

“Rosvisser.”

“What?”

“Your teeth... they jabbed into my side earlier...”

“You’re lucky I didn’t eat you.”

“But being held in a dragon’s mouth was a first for me. It was... quite an experience.”

Rosvisser turned her head, giving him a look of pure disgust. “Bunny girl costumes are about as far as I’m willing to go. Any other preferences, you’ll have to figure out on your own.”

The two of them lay on the ground, staring at each other.

From Rosvisser’s angle, she could only see the silver hunk of metal covering his head, but she was sure there was a goofy grin under that helmet.

Suddenly, a bold thought crossed the Queen’s mind.

She reached out, gently cupping the helmet of Leon’s *Black and Gold Armor*, then leaned in, her soft lips brushing against the cold metal.

It was a brief kiss.

As soon as it was over, she immediately pulled away, her face flushed, and lay back down.

Leon froze for a moment before sitting up in a jolt. “That doesn’t count! Y-you kissed the helmet—that doesn’t count!”

“Count it or not, I’ve done my part.”

“What kind of kiss is that? No, wait until I take off this helmet, and we’ll do it again.”

Leon awkwardly fumbled with the helmet, trying to take it off.

This blasted armor was great in combat, but taking it off was a pain.

He should sell it someday.

(*Black and Gold Armor*: "Huh? Have I not been fueling your dreams lately, Cassmod?")

In the end, Leon couldn’t get the helmet off.

He gave up, deciding he’d deal with it when they got back.

Leon stood up and extended his hand to Rosvisser. “Let’s go home.”

Rosvisser nodded, taking his hand and standing with ease.

The couple looked back at the battlefield behind them.

Golden scales were scattered across the ground, and Stah’s massive dragon corpse lay motionless. Cleaning up this battlefield would take a long time.

“His head’s too big... it won’t fit,” Leon muttered quietly.

“I’ll arrange for some craftsmen to make you a special display stand for the heads of these old Dragon Kings. How does that sound?” Rosvisser teased.

“That’d be a bit embarrassing. Honestly, I’m more interested in that bigger throne you mentioned rebuilding.”

With arms around each other, the couple chatted about nothing in particular as they slowly walked back toward the Silver Dragon territory.

Anna, Shirley, and the others hurried to meet them.

Without a doubt, this was a resounding victory. After this battle, the Empire likely wouldn’t send another Dragon King to trouble Leon for a while— 

"Where do you think you’re going?"

A voice suddenly echoed from above.

Leon and Rosvisser looked up to see a dark figure descending from the sky, landing between them and the approaching silver dragons.

As the figure landed, two more shadows followed, dropping on either side of the couple.

The three figures formed a triangle, surrounding Leon and Rosvisser.

Rosvisser immediately recognized the leader.

“Ravi, the Star-Wandering Dragon King...”