Chapter 211: Reliving the Memory, Hypnotizing Aurora

As they walked deeper into the area, Rossweise continued, "Do you know what was the biggest foreign war the Silver Dragon Clan has fought in recent years?"

"Which one?", Leon asked instinctively.

"The Human Empire's Dragon Slayer Army Invasion."

Leon rolled his eyes speechlessly, "So what?"

"In that battle, we captured a warrior who was hailed as the strongest dragon slayer. Guess who… he is?"

As they conversed, the couple arrived at the entrance of the deepest cell.

Leon remained completely unfazed by Rossweise's habit of bringing up old accounts.

He even found it amusing.

"So what if you captured him? I'm still the father of your three children now, aren't I?", General Leon had always preferred reasoning with dragons. But when it came to being captured and then becoming a father, he had developed a certain kind of shameless acceptance. Like a pig that no longer fears boiling water.

No matter how much this mother dragon teased or ridiculed him, he could level the playing field with a simple sentence: ["I'm your husband."]

"Alright, alright, you're the father of my children, my husband. Whatever you say," Rossweise chuckled softly before slowly turning around to face the cold cell in front of them.

Leon followed her gaze, "So why are we here?"

"Hm? Returning to this place doesn't stir up any fond memories for you?"

"What fond mem—", Leon's words were cut off mid-sentence as a long-buried memory suddenly ignited like a powder keg meeting a spark.

A violent explosion of recollections burst open in his mind.

Fragments of the past flickered across his pupils. This was where he had spent his early days as Rossweise's prisoner.

'Oh~'

Leon suddenly understood.

'No wonder this mother dragon had earlier mentioned coming to the 'place where dreams began'.'

She wasn't entirely wrong. This place was indeed where he and Rossweise had started.

But he still didn't get why she had brought him here.

"Oh? Judging by your expression, you remembered?", Rossweise smiled.

Leon stuffed his hands into his pants pockets, pouted, and reluctantly replied, "Yeah, I remember. So? You still haven't told me why we're here."

"Returning to where dreams began, of course, means… reliving that dream."

She opened the cell door and made an exaggerated 'please' gesture.

"Prisoners first."

Gulp—

Leon swallowed hard.

If his understanding of words wasn't wrong, then what Rossweise meant just now was…

'She wants to… in this cell…'

'Reenact the bloody and tragic seduction of the past?'

Judging by the smile on her face, Leon figured he hadn't guessed wrong.

So he immediately declared, "No way."

"Why not?"

Leon's eyes darted around the interior of the cell. An idea struck him, and he replied, "This place is filthy. Bacteria and all that. It's not good for health."

"It's not. No one has been imprisoned here for years. Except you. If there are any bacteria, they came from you back then. It's fine, I don't mind."

"...Still, no."

The queen leaned against the cell door, arms crossed over her chest, looking displeased, "Why?"

"I don't want to bring up 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."

In Rossweise's bedroom, they had played 'Queen and Captive' many times.

But this time, the game was about to get very real.

Leon was still scrambling for an excuse to avoid 'submitting his assignment', but the dragon mark on his chest had already begun to glow.

Clearly, Rossweise wasn't giving him any time to stall.

After all, this was a prison cell. While she might claim not to mind, it was best to 'make it quick and efficient'.

She grabbed Leon's wrist and pulled him inside.

With a soft and graceful motion, she lay back on the dry pile of straw. Her captive, now stripped of his shirt, revealed a firm and resolute body, with the dark purple glow of his dragon mark shimmering on his chest.

This time, Rossweise chose to be passive.

She closed her eyes, savoring the familiar yet gentle kisses and caresses. A faint blush spread across her weary face, and a satisfied smile curled her lips.

To be honest, Rossweise had only wanted to do this here 'on a whim'.

Memory-probing magic had significant side effects, placing substantial mental strain on the user.

And unfortunately, the queen's way of relieving stress was simple and 'brutal'.

Moreover, while she maintained a reserved and dignified image in public, when alone with Leon, she craved something more 'thrilling, more rebellious.'

She had often wondered why she felt this way.

Eventually, she realized, 'The thrill of breaking taboos was addictive.'

She was utterly intoxicated by the addiction Leon had introduced her to, with no intention of saving herself.

She only wanted to sink deeper and deeper into this mutual depravity.

What was so bad about that?

Being the Silver Dragon Queen was exhausting. Let her at least indulge and set herself free in front of this fake husband.

The reaction from Leon's dragon mark only drew her further into the moment.

He leaned down, pressing against Rossweise's chest, savoring the softness beneath him. Lifting a hand, he gently stroked her cheek and asked softly, "Are you really okay with doing this here?"

Rossweise knew exactly what he was referring to, the bad memories he had mentioned earlier.

Her silver eyes gazed back at him. She smirked and traced her fingers along his burning-hot earlobe, "Relax. This place doesn't bring up bad memories for me. It only makes me—"

She leaned in close and whispered in his ear, "—want to conquer you even more."

Without a doubt, she was taunting him.

This was her go-to move.

And unfortunately for Leon, he always fell for it.

Sure enough, the moment he heard those words, Leon grabbed her by the throat and pushed her back down onto the pile of straw.

He didn't use too much force. Just enough to let her feel it without making it hard to breathe.

She liked this. She had told him so herself.

She smiled in satisfaction, her fingers lightly trailing over Leon's wrist, her eyes brimming with sultry allure, "Dear, I don't like it when you're so rough with me."

Women's words must be taken in reverse.

When she said 'no,' it meant 'yes.'

When she said 'not mad,' she was mad.

So—

'I don't like being treated roughly' actually meant— 'I am into it. Give me more!'

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More than half a month had passed since the Maureen incident, and Leon had not found any other clues about the empire's collaboration with the dragon race.

He had asked Rossweise when the internal turmoil within the Crimson Flame Dragon Clan would settle down a bit.

He was eager to investigate the Crimson Flame clansman who had appeared in Maureen's memories—the one who was once with Constantine.

But Rossweise said, "Forget about this path for now; try another approach."

Another approach?

Approximately equal to zero.

Helpless, Leon had no choice but to temporarily put his investigation on hold.

And as everyone knows, when serious business has to be put on hold, people end up with excess energy and nowhere to release it. This leads them to engage in peculiar activities to burn off that surplus energy—

No, this isn't about submitting homework.

Anyone who thought otherwise, go stand against the wall.

Actually, it had something to do with Little Light.

Little Light was over a month old now. These past few days, no matter where Leon went, he had to bring her along.

Acting all secretive.

Rossweise had occasionally trailed him in secret, trying to see what exactly he was doing with their precious daughter.

In the end, she discovered that the thing this damn man said to Little Light most throughout the entire day was: "Little Light, be good, say 'Papa.'"

This reminded Rossweise of the argument she had with Leon before, whether Little Light's first spoken word would be 'Papa' or 'Mama.'

Judging by the timing, it was indeed about time for a young dragon to start speaking.

Rossweise understood now, 'This damn man is planning ahead, preparing in advance.'

Since that's the case… how could she let Leon get his way so easily?

'Little Light's first word must be 'Mama!' '

Ah, that nostalgic feeling—it was time to fight for family status again.

But Rossweise was busy with work during the day and didn't have much time to take care of the child at night. Out of twenty-four hours a day, at least half of Little Light's time was spent with Leon.

No matter how strong-willed the little dragon might be, she wouldn't be able to resist twelve hours of "Say Papa" brainwashing, right?

So, Rossweise's first step in her plan was to separate the damn man from Little Light.

The plan was clear, and executing it wasn't difficult either.

That morning, Rossweise was handling her work in the temple hall as usual.

Before long, she heard hurried footsteps approaching.

"Where's my Little Light? Where did my big Little Light go?", Losing his child, General Leon was naturally anxious.

Rossweise, on the other hand, calmly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and continued working without looking up, "I asked Shirley to take Luna and Little Light to the back mountain to play."

Noah had started school, so only the second daughter and youngest daughter were left at home.

After finding out where the youngest was, Leon didn't linger and turned to leave.

"Where are you going?", Rossweise asked.

"To find Luna and Little Light."

"Don't go."

"Why?"

Rossweise blinked her beautiful eyes. She definitely couldn't outright say, "I don't want you spending time alone with Little Light," so she had to come up with another excuse.

"You've been with our daughter all this time and haven't spent any time with me. I'm so bored."

"What good does it do you to have me puke in your Silver Dragon Temple?"

Rossweise thought for a moment, then put down her steel pen, stood up, and gave up her seat.

"Leon, sit."

Leon: ?

"You, you, you—what are you doing? You're testing me, aren't you? I'm not falling for it!"

General Leon's mind worked fast, "Don't think I don't know what you're up to. The moment I sit down, you'll immediately accuse me of 'seizing power and usurping the throne' and take me down. Stupid dragon, what a low-level trick!"

Rossweise was stunned, her beautiful eyes filled with innocence and confusion.

'What kind of dirty power struggle are you talking about, Casmodeous?'

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