Chapter 48: Begging won’t work, hehe

The dragon-slaying hero typically yields to gentleness but not force. Having been fake spouses for so long, how could Rosvitha not understand him?
After her heartfelt words, the foolish man’s expression finally improved somewhat – at least he no longer looked as gloomy as before, as if someone owed him eight hundred dragon lives.
He put away the list and let out a relieved sigh, then said,
“Thanks.”
Leon thought the usually magnanimous Queen would say “you’re welcome.”
But unexpectedly—
“Just a verbal thank you?” The beauty smirked, glancing at him sideways.
Regarding Leon’s way of expressing gratitude, her gaze clearly showed she wanted more.
Leon shrugged, showing no fear.
He wasn’t afraid of any tasks now.
Since opening the first gate of the Nine Hells, his physical condition could be described as “completely transformed.”
Whether mother dragon wanted to assign tasks or playful activities, General Leon could handle them with ease.
“Just say what you want directly.”
While speaking, Leon moved closer to Rosvitha’s side.
The silver-haired beauty’s eyes were alluring as she noticed his subtle movement.
Hmph, typical male creature, taking the bait so easily. What happened to your “rather die than submit” spirit, Dragon Slayer?
Rosvitha watched as Leon slowly approached her side, her gaze moving upward from his waist, finally resting on his handsome, resolute face as he pulled her into his embrace.
She leaned back slightly, only her abdomen touching Leon, and her soft chest, due to its fullness, still lightly pressed against his chest despite her leaning posture.
Rosvitha made a coy gesture, with her signature smirk.
She wasn’t taking initiative, just using her enchanting gaze to lure her captive.
Meanwhile, Leon thought, I’ve already come over to embrace you, shouldn’t it be your turn to take some initiative?
Looking and smiling, what are you looking at, what are you smiling about?
Come on, kiss me already!
The couple embraced on the balcony in the night, gazing into each other’s eyes, but neither took the next step.
Leon’s gaze slowly dropped, finally resting on the beauty’s red lips in his arms.
He unconsciously swallowed, those lips – just looking at them brought back memories of every intimate moment they shared.
Exquisite, intoxicating.
Seemingly aware that the man was staring at her lips and salivating, Rosvitha teased him by slightly parting her mouth.
Leon thought she was finally going to kiss him.
Unfortunately, she didn’t.
She just bit her lower lip, the soft flesh slightly indenting under her teeth, like a crushed rose petal.
Leon dared not look anymore and returned to meet her eyes.
At this moment, her eyes were full of “challenge.”
As if saying “Kiss me, don’t you want to kiss me?”
Eyes that could speak were the most alluring, those silver pupils were like quicksand trapping Leon, making him sink deeper and deeper.
Tonight’s wind was quite restless, making one’s heart itch.
Finally, he couldn’t suppress the restlessness in his heart and slowly moved in for a kiss.
The queen didn’t resist, but she didn’t reciprocate either, just quietly waiting for her captive to offer tonight’s kiss.
However, just as Leon was about to taste her unique lip fragrance, Rosvitha suddenly raised her index finger and pressed it against Leon’s mouth.
He was stopped short.
She smiled like a fox who had succeeded in her scheme, “You got my counseling, and now you want to kiss me too? You’re getting all the good things?”
“Tch… as if I really wanted to.”
General Leon withdrew his attempted kiss and released his fake wife from his embrace.
Rosvitha snorted with a laugh, fixing her hair, and only after her slightly heated cheeks had cooled did she say,
“You’re the captive, I’m the queen. You can only kiss me when I allow it, understand?”
“Just a moment ago I was your wife, and now you’re the queen – you Melkvi family dragon mothers change faces faster than turning pages.”
“Wrong, all women in the world change faces quickly. Especially women who’ve become wives.”
“Haha, how humorous, Wife Rosvitha.”
After a pause, Leon seemed to realize the key point in those words, so he asked, “Wait, are you acknowledging that you’re—”
“Acknowledging what? I haven’t acknowledged anything.”
Rosvitha turned around, flicking her tail, hands behind her back, right hand hooking her left index finger, walking away from the balcony in her dragon wing slippers, speaking leisurely with her back to Leon,
“Until you can’t hold back and confess to me, don’t expect me to acknowledge anything.”
Oh, understood.
The Silver Dragon Lady wants me to confess 2.0
This wasn’t the first time Rosvitha had hinted at Leon about this.
When she first brought him back from the Empire, Rosvitha had mentioned confession once.
Leon truly thought it was just a joke she used to tease him at the time.
After all, even though they were married, had children, met the parents, acted lovey-dovey in front of others, lived harmoniously, and their “assignments” were quite harmonious—
But confession, wasn’t that a bit too ambiguous?
However, the more Leon thought about it afterward, the more it didn’t seem right.
Even if it was teasing, with her personality, she wouldn’t tease about something as serious as confession.
Perhaps “The Silver Dragon Lady Wants My Confession” was said jokingly, but half-true half-joking words are the most difficult to decipher.
Who knows what Rosvitha was really thinking?
And now, she had brought up the matter of Leon confessing to her again…
Leon really couldn’t understand what she was thinking.
Was she wanting to give this false relationship a real name?
Or something else entirely.
And he himself hadn’t decided whether to do this so-called “confession” or not.
This wasn’t about success or failure, because their relationship was far too special.
Between normal men and women, confessions typically had two outcomes:
Success, kissing;
Failure, getting slapped.
But between Leon and Rosvitha, besides success and failure, there were many other possibilities.
Moreover… Leon was still the Empire’s highest-level wanted criminal.
Even if there was a one-in-ten-thousand chance that he and Rosvitha could “end up together,” but after that, if something happened to him, wouldn’t that dragon mother become a young widow?
And given the Dragon Race’s Pure Love Warrior personality, once Rosvitha became a widow, she’d probably remain one for hundreds of years.
So… how does that saying go—
How can one consider personal affairs when the empire remains unsettled?
Leon quietly sighed, slowly turned around, and continued standing on the balcony, leaning on the railing to gaze at the night sky.
Chaotic thoughts filled his mind. Although his mood had improved somewhat after Rosvitha’s little guidance,
New problems had emerged.
How should he face what was between him and Rosvitha in the future—
“Hey, why are you still acting cool? I thought you’d follow me.”
Rosvitha’s voice came from behind.
Leon turned his head.
He saw her kneeling at the edge of the bed, leaning forward, peeking her little head towards the balcony,
“It’s already very late, shall we go to bed early and wake up early? If you stop overthinking now and come to bed obediently, then this queen will reward you with the goodnight kiss you want most, how about that?”
“…What I want most isn’t some goodnight kiss, that’s childish.”
“Alright, alright, I’m childish. Now can we sleep? I have to wake up early for work tomorrow.”
Leon: “Beg me.”
Rosvitha: “I beg you.”
Leon: “Begging won’t work either, hehe.”
“Then die outside, don’t come to bed.”
Rosvitha angrily got up from the bed, then closed the balcony door.
And locked it.
Leon panicked, quickly ran over and knocked on the glass,
“Hey, hey! You’re really doing this?”
The couple separated by a door.
Rosvitha stood in the warm bedroom, barefoot, hands on her hips, tilting her head smugly,
“Great Dragon Slayer, since you’re unwilling to come to the queen’s bed, then accompany the stars and moon, and experience the most primitive form of sleep.”
“Dragon mother! Open the door!”
Rosvitha smiled, “Beg me.”
Leon: “I beg you.”
Rosvitha: “Begging won’t work either, hehe.”
Leon: ?
Damn.
It’s Izanami.