Vol. 4 Ch. 33

Not long after the negotiation between humans and dragons, the centuries-long war finally came to an official end.

Though Leon still had lingering thoughts about the mysterious "Shadow," he decided to cherish and enjoy the peaceful days that had come, however brief they might be. For now, he chose to set aside all worries, conspiracies, and chaos.

After all, the general was now back to his “forced retirement” as a stay-at-home father.

*“Not that he chose retirement,”* he mused to himself, *“it’s more like being forcibly ‘laid off.’"* Once the Empire's most formidable dragon slayer, he was now technically “unemployed” since the Empire was gone and the war was over.

*“What could be more important?”*

…

While he couldn’t exactly relax, as the Prince of the Silver Dragons, Leon still found himself locked in daily battles… but this time with Rosvisser instead of dragons.

The “legendary” war between humans and dragons, as most saw it:

- Fierce, unyielding battles, with both sides locked in brutal combat for over a hundred years, finally ending after extensive losses on both sides.

The real “human-dragon war,” as Leon saw it:

- “You’d better get your ‘homework’ done twice tonight, or you won’t be getting any sleep!” Rosvisser had ordered.

It turned out that the phrase “idle hands, devil’s playground” applied as much to dragons as it did to humans—especially to a six-thousand-year-old dragon queen in her prime.

At dinner, Rosvisser’s appetite was minimal. After finishing, she rose gracefully, walked behind Leon, and placed her soft hands on his shoulders, whispering,

“Don’t play with the girls too late. Come back to the room early.”

Everyone knew that dragons of the same kind shared a unique sense of “understanding.” Among them, there were all kinds of coded language.

For instance, in this case, “Don’t play too late with the girls” meant… *I want you with me tonight.*

Leon paused mid-bite, glancing at her hand resting on his shoulder. He was still recovering, and the queen would likely be eager for a rematch. Tonight, if things “kicked off,” Leon knew he’d be at a disadvantage.

“Um… well, I need to help Noa practice magic tonight, right?”

“No need, Dad. I want to practice on my own tonight.”

The diligent one, Noa, planned to train in elemental magic using the Night Spirit Crystal she’d obtained, so she declined her father’s offer.

“Then… I still need to play the ‘Dragon Knight’ game with Moon tomorrow,” Leon tried.

“Daddy, you just told Moon yesterday that we shouldn’t play violent games like ‘Dragon Knight’ anymore, and Moon always listens to you!”

Little Moon didn’t understand that the war was over, but she knew to obey her father.

“Uh… well… Aurora—”

“If I refuse Dad’s request, it seems like tonight will be more fun, right?” Aurora didn’t understand the adults' games, but she sensed from her father’s reaction that rejecting him might mean something interesting was going to happen somewhere else.

Seeing his “three lifelines” slip away, Leon watched as Rosvisser leaned close and whispered in his ear, voice low and sultry,

“Trust me, my little lion, tonight you’ll see exactly what you want.”

With that, Rosvisser gently patted Leon’s cheek and, after bidding goodnight to the girls, left the dining room with a purposeful stride in her heels.

Having wavered between “today” and “tomorrow” all night, Leon immediately changed his mind after hearing her words. She knew exactly what he wanted, and he knew that she knew. It was no secret to anyone what Leon wanted most.

So—

"Alright then, Noa, focus on your magic practice; Moon, think up some new games; and Aurora, don’t feel any pressure about refusing your dad tonight. And most importantly, none of you come looking for me tonight!”

The young dragons watched, bemused, as their father dashed out of the dining room, his speed almost abandoning the use of magic altogether.

Aurora blinked, then chuckled to herself, “What a childish adult.”

Noa looked at her younger sister in surprise. “You think adults can be childish too?”

“Of course!”

“How do you figure?”

“I never had any guilt about refusing Dad in the first place!” Aurora said with pride, flicking her tail.

“Oh… that’s what you meant.”

With that, Noa climbed off her chair. “I’m heading to the practice room, and I might be late. Don’t wait up for me.”

“Okay, sis~” Moon called after her, watching her leave.

But Aurora narrowed her eyes, watching her eldest sister’s back until she disappeared around the corner.

“Hey, Aurora, let’s think of a new game together!” Moon suggested.

Aurora thought for a moment and then replied, “No need to think, sis—I know exactly what we’re playing tonight.”

Leon returned to his room and entered the bedroom, finding Rosvisser lying on the bed. She was wrapped up snugly in the covers, only her upper half visible from the knees up.

“Rosvisser, what’s going on here?”

“I’m not feeling well,” she murmured, attempting a weak tone that she wasn’t very good at.

“But you were full of energy just five minutes ago.”

“Well, now I’m sick! Come here and feel my forehead—it’s burning.”

Leon’s playful expression faded. He walked quickly to the bed, crouched beside her, and pressed a hand to her forehead.

“It doesn’t seem hot at all.”

“I didn’t say it was my forehead that was hot.”

“Then what—?”

Before he could finish, Rosvisser’s hand slipped out from under the covers, resting gently on the back of his hand.

Leon glanced down, and his gaze was instantly captivated.

Her hands were always beautiful—slender, delicate, and graceful. He’d grown used to seeing them that way. But this time, there was something different: a piece of decoration on her wrist.

It looked like a bracelet, but much more intricate.

Before Leon could fully process her intention, she gently tugged his hand further under the covers.

A wave of warmth enveloped Leon’s hand, but this heat didn’t feel like a feverish temperature—it was warmer, comforting, and somehow inviting.

“What’s this, Dragon Queen? I thought you promised me something good to see. But pretending to be sick…?”

Rosvisser bit her lip, a playful gleam in her eye. “Don’t be hasty. Keep going… a little further…”

She led Leon’s hand deeper under the blanket.

Suddenly, Leon’s fingers felt an unusual texture.

Given the location, it seemed that his hand had found her thigh. But Leon was familiar with her skin—smooth, soft—yet this was different.

The sensation was more like a thin layer of silk, clinging to her thigh, allowing him to feel her warmth through it.

“Tell me, what are you touching?”

“Um… your tights?”

Rosvisser rolled her eyes in mock annoyance, “Let me give you a hint—it’s a type of stocking.”

“Stocking?” Leon licked his lips, realizing what he was touching.

“Could it be… black stockings?”

Rosvisser’s eyes sparkled, her smile seductive. “Correct, my little lion, correct.”

With that, she pulled the blanket up a bit more.

First, she revealed her delicate, beautifully shaped feet, her toes wiggling slightly beneath the black stockings, charming and enticing.

Then, her rounded ankles, slender calves, and perfectly toned thighs came into view, all wrapped in sheer black stockings. Her pale skin peeked through, the tight fabric enhancing her leg’s curves like an artwork.

The blanket stopped just above her upper thighs.

Rosvisser reached out, gently lifting Leon’s chin to meet his gaze.

“If you want to see more, you’ll have to agree to my condition,” she murmured.

“What is it?”

Her lips parted in a sultry smile, her eyes deep and entrancing.

“Until the sun rises on the third day… don’t~ stop~ once.”