Shut Up, Malevolent Dragon! I Don’t Want to Have Any More Children With You

Vol. 2 Ch. 93

A day passed, and Leon still didn’t know what method Rosvisser had in mind to help him store more mana.

All she said was, “I’m injured right now, so it’s not the right time for any… intense activities.”

They would have to wait until both of their injuries healed before discussing it further.

Leon pondered over her words.

“‘Intense activities’… No matter how I think about it, that doesn’t sound like a good thing…”

Sitting in the gazebo in the front yard of the Silver Dragon Sanctuary, Leon gazed up at the bright, cloudless sky.

He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, closing his eyes in an attempt to empty his mind.

His body was still in a state of extreme exhaustion, and even the simplest task of gathering mana caused a burning sensation in his magic circuits.

And that was just a symptom of mana overexertion.

The side effects of using *Nine Gates of Hell* were also tormenting him, with his bones and muscles aching intensely.

These side effects couldn’t be eased with medicine. He would have to endure them as they gradually faded away.

Leon estimated it would take at least ten days to two weeks for a full recovery.

In fact, he rarely pushed himself to such extremes in battle.

But clearly, those Dragon Kings were dead set on killing him. If he had held back even slightly, he wouldn’t be sitting here contemplating life in a dragon’s courtyard.

He’d already be playing another round of “revival” with old Constantine.

However, after this battle, Leon suspected that the Empire would no longer choose to confront him head-on.

In just one day, they had lost six Dragon Kings while trying to kill a single human—an accomplishment that would have taken General Leon six months in the past. The efficiency of this “downsizing” was something even Leon found hard to handle, let alone the Empire and their dragon allies.

So from now on, the Empire would likely resort to different tactics to deal with Leon.

As for what those methods would be, they would have to take it one step at a time.

Before long, Rosvisser emerged from the temple’s main entrance, glancing around briefly before spotting Leon in the gazebo. She gracefully walked over to him.

Hearing her footsteps, Leon turned his head and raised an eyebrow in surprise.

“Well, well, isn’t this a rare sight, Your Majesty? You’re actually wearing casual clothes.”

Rosvisser was indeed dressed quite casually today, wearing nothing but a simple white sundress and a pair of delicate sandals that revealed her cute, rounded ankles.

The warm breeze gently lifted the hem of her dress, revealing her shapely legs beneath.

It was no wonder Leon was surprised. Normally, whether inside or outside the sanctuary, Rosvisser always dressed formally. It was rare to see her so relaxed.

Rosvisser sat down beside him, stretched out her long legs, placed her hands on her knees, and gazed down at her shoes with a faint smile.

“Most of the clan members have been sent away, and there’s hardly anyone left in the sanctuary. So I decided to dress more casually.”

Leon blinked. “So, with all your subordinates gone, does that mean you can’t call yourself a queen anymore?”

“What, just because I’m no longer a queen, you think you’re no longer my captive?”

“Hey, you—”

“Not happy with that?”

Leon huffed and turned his head away, refusing to argue with her. He muttered begrudgingly, “Fine.”

Rosvisser chuckled. “I’ve already sent Anna and the others to regroup the clan. In the meantime, we’ll rebuild the Silver Dragon Sanctuary. So, I’ll have about…”

She did a quick mental calculation before continuing, “About a week off. And since it’s my vacation, there’s no need to dress formally.”

Leon sat beside her in silence, listening to her speak while his gaze slowly drifted down to her delicate, white feet.

He wasn’t one to admit it, but Rosvisser’s feet were indeed beautiful.

Those feet were like the masterpiece of a sculptor—elegant and perfectly proportioned. Her skin was soft as jade, and her pale pink toenail polish added a playful touch.

It was perfectly natural to admire beauty, right?

Who cared which part of her he admired? It was beautiful, and it was fine to appreciate it.

Sensing Leon’s gaze, Rosvisser wiggled her toes playfully before suddenly lifting her leg and resting it on Leon’s lap.

“Here, take a good look. As the queen, I’m giving you permission to look as much as you want. If you’re not satisfied with just looking, you can touch.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Take it away! Take it away! Such… such a lewd and improper thing shouldn’t be this close to someone as pure as me! It’s an absolute disgrace!”

Rosvisser drew in a sharp breath, narrowed her eyes, and squeezed her words through clenched teeth.

“You’re quite the righteous man, my dear captive.”

With a cold snort, the queen lowered her leg and neatly covered it with her dress.

“Of course. I’ve lived an upright life. Do you really think I’d have a foot fetish? Absolutely not.”

“Then why were you staring at my feet for so long? I bet you didn’t even hear half of what I said.”

“I was listening! You said you’re going on vacation.”

“For how long?”

“Uh… three days?”

“I’m going to kill you, you foot-loving pervert!”

Rosvisser turned to grab Leon by the neck, but Leon was quicker, tucking his chin in to avoid her grasp.

After a few failed attempts, Rosvisser gave up.

She pouted and crossed her arms. “You’re such a coward, Leon. Always shrinking away, never bold enough to say what you truly like.”

“Please don’t scold me, big sis. I’m really hurt,” Leon said, playing along.

Rosvisser glared at him, puffing up her cheeks.

This scoundrel—he’s certainly grown in strength since his trip to the future, but his thick skin has also gotten thicker.

Fine. If that’s how it’s going to be, I’ll make you admit it.

You like my feet but won’t say it out loud? 

Well, today, I’ll make you confess!

Forcing Leon to do things he didn’t want to do, say things he didn’t want to say, or admit things he didn’t want to acknowledge was one of Rosvisser’s greatest joys in life.

She loved watching him squirm with reluctance and helplessness.

What? Just because I can’t beat him in a fight doesn’t mean I can’t mess with him when I get the chance.

That’s how I maintain my status in this family!

“Come on, let’s go have breakfast.”

Rosvisser stood up and headed toward the sanctuary.

Leon followed closely behind her.

When they entered the dining hall, Moon and Aurora had already finished their meal and left. Only Noa remained.

“Good morning, Dad, Mom,” Noa greeted them.

“Good morning, Noa,” Leon and Rosvisser replied, sitting down at the table.

Breakfast was simple—bread, milk, jam, and a vegetable salad.

Leon skillfully spread jam on a slice of bread, making sure it was evenly distributed before placing another slice on top. Then, he handed it to Rosvisser.

“Here,” he offered.

Rosvisser smiled but didn’t take the bread. Instead, she leaned in and took a small bite.

Leon grimaced in disgust. “Can’t you just take it yourself?”

“Why are you being so grumpy? Has six months apart made you lose your patience with me?”

Leon drew in a sharp breath.

Oh no. 

She’s up to something again.

Whenever Rosvisser acted like this, it was best to play along. Definitely not the time to argue with her.

Especially with Noa still here. He had to keep up the image of “Rosvisser’s loving husband.”

So, he held the bread and fed her bite after bite.

Anyone watching might have thought the queen was pregnant again, the way she was being pampered like this.

Rosvisser slowly savored each bite, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she looked at Leon.

She chewed elegantly, in no rush at all, contrasting sharply with Leon’s impatient yet silent demeanor.

“I’m thirsty,” Rosvisser said.

Leon grabbed the glass of milk and handed it to her.

Rosvisser took a delicate sip.

The creamy milk slid down her throat, rich and warm, but a bit of it lingered at the corner of her lips.

That small streak of white against her red lips looked… well, quite provocative.

The milk slowly dripped down to her chin, and only then did Rosvisser seem to notice. Without hurry, she wiped it away with her finger.

“Oops, my bad. How unladylike of me.”

You’re more like a pervert than unladylike, you dragon.

Only Noa wouldn’t notice the innuendo in this, but if she did… who knows what shocking things she might write in her next “Parents’ Love” essay.

Leon grumbled inwardly but continued feeding the queen her bread.

After a few more bites, Leon opened his mouth to make a sarcastic comment.

But before he could speak, he felt something gently brushing against his calf.

Looking down, he saw Rosvisser’s foot.

She had crossed her long legs, slipped off one sandal, and was leisurely rubbing her soft, bare foot against his leg.

The pressure wasn’t too much, but it was enough to make him feel a little

 ticklish.

“What’s wrong?” Rosvisser asked, feigning innocence.

“Your foot—”

Halfway through his sentence, Leon glanced at Noa, who was still eating.

He pursed his lips and lowered his voice. “Our daughter’s still here. Don’t push it too far.”

“What’s that, honey? Speak louder. I… can’t… quite… hear… you…”

Each deliberate pause was accompanied by a gentle scrape of her foot along his leg.

Her smooth sole pressed against his calf, and her dainty toes flexed and relaxed in sequence.

The sensation was undeniable.

Meanwhile, at the table, Rosvisser leaned on her hand, smiling sweetly as if she had no idea what was going on beneath it.

“Dad, Mom, I’m finished,” Noa said, putting down her utensils and hopping off her chair, running toward the door.

Rosvisser calmly withdrew her foot, slipping it back into her sandal, and reminded her, “Be safe while you play.”

“Okay, Mom!”

With that, Noa left the dining hall.

As soon as her footsteps faded, Leon dropped the bread he was holding onto Rosvisser’s plate and glared at her.

Rosvisser blinked innocently. “Honey, why are you mad at me again?”

Looks like it’s time to teach this fire-playing dragon a lesson.

Without a word, Leon stood up, bent down, and scooped Rosvisser up in his arms.

Rosvisser gasped, quickly wrapping her arms around his neck. “What are you doing?”

Leon remained silent as he carried her out of the dining hall and up to the bedroom.

Rosvisser chuckled softly but still feigned innocence. “Leon, don’t bully me, okay? I was wrong.”

“Now you admit you were wrong? Too late!”

Oh, he’s back to his “no turning back from an explosion” attitude. Well, it’s time to revisit the married couple’s “classroom” again.