Chapter 89: Let’s Go Home, Rosvitha

The massive dragon body turned to ash, scattering in the wind.
Beneath the ashes lay the Chaos Dragon King Jagus, barely clinging to life.
Leon walked slowly to his side.
Jagus struggled to sit up, and upon seeing the expressionless man before him, he frantically scrambled backward several meters using both hands and feet.
That arrogant atmosphere from seconds ago had completely vanished.
In its place was fear.
Fear of death itself.
“How are you… still alive?” Jagus asked trembling.
Leon stood before Jagus.
Jagus didn’t retreat any further.
Because Leon had stepped on his ankle.
He had no doubt that if he moved even a millimeter, Leon would not hesitate to crush it.
This Dragon King who had lived through thousands of years didn’t dare move under the pressure of a mere human.
Leon looked down at him, calm eyes concealing rage about to overflow.
“The last one who hurt my daughter chose to suicide through a spatial rift. What a shame, I couldn’t kill him myself.”
Leon said flatly, “But this time… I won’t give you any chance to suicide.”
“What are you going to—AHHH!”
Before he could finish, two lightning swords pierced through Jagus’s left and right hands, pinning him to the ground.
Then—
Crack! Crack!—
The crisp sound of breaking bones echoed across the smoke-filled battlefield, accompanied by the Dragon King’s howls.
Of course, Leon had no hobby of torturing defeated enemies with bizarre methods.
His revenge always pursued efficiency.
Just as Leon was about to act, he caught sight of another figure in his peripheral vision.
Black Sun Dragon King – Blai.
“Ah… I recognize him, he came with you, didn’t he.”
Leon said leisurely, “So, everything that happened was caused by you two. Then—”
He put away his lightning swords, grabbed Jagus by the collar, dragging his broken body slowly toward Blai,
“I’ll kill you both.”
Jagus’s clothes scraped against the gravel on the ground, making a muffled rustling sound.
Like Death’s scythe dragging along the ground, blade sparking and screeching against the surface.
When Blai saw this man, his reaction was identical to Jagus’s.
From surprise to shock, from fear to despair.
For a moment he even forgot to flee.
However, as death approached, Blai managed to barely recover from his fear.
He looked at Jagus in Leon’s hand.
No hope there.
Must run.
Don’t hesitate, just run!
Blai took two slow steps back, raising his hand to open a spatial transfer array.
He struggled to tear his gaze from Leon, using every ounce of strength to make his body move against that terrifying pressure.
Blai turned around, stumbling toward the spatial array.
“As long as I leave here… just leave here… let whoever wants to deal with this mess deal with it! Let the Empire handle their own monster they created!”
Blai muttered nearly hysterically while lunging toward the spatial array.
Unfortunately.
Just as Blai’s upper body entered the array, he suddenly felt someone grab his tail from behind.
Blai immediately understood what was happening.
He didn’t look back, struggling with all his might toward the array.
Just a bit more, just a bit more and he could leave this cursed place!
But the person behind him didn’t budge an inch.
To Leon’s eyes, Blai’s desperate struggle now looked like a cornered rat.
Trying to return to his dark and rotting hole.
Blai rolled and crawled, carving two grotesque tracks into the ground.
Leon just held his tail, calmly watching this scene.
“You’re supposed to be a Dragon King, what’s this pathetic display?”
Blai had no time to retort against Leon’s mockery.
He just wanted to escape.
Just wanted to get far away from here.
But even after his hands were torn bloody from clawing at the ground, he still couldn’t break free from Leon’s grip.
The pain forced Blai to pause.
Then, he heard a contemptuous laugh from behind.
“Is this all you’ve got, Dragon King?”
“This is…”
“Too weak.”
The next second, Blai was yanked backward by an absurdly powerful force.
Following that, Leon first threw the dying Jagus into the air, then grabbed Blai’s tail and tossed him up too, like throwing out garbage.
The two Dragon Kings met in midair.
Leon brought his hands together, then slowly pulled them apart, manifesting a spear between them.
A-Rank Lightning Magic · Lightning Sword Transformation · Void-Breaking War Spear
He aimed the lightning spear at the two in the air, then hurled it with tremendous force.
The spear tore through the air, pierced through the gloom, and finally impaled them both amid Blai’s heart-rending screams.
Brilliant lightning exploded in the sky, illuminating the black earth below.
Leon shook his hand, dispersing the remaining lightning from his palm,
“Not satisfying enough.”
In the distance, Rosvitha watched the familiar lightning, a glimmer of hope crossing her weary eyes.
“Leon…”
“Mom!”
Noia ran back from the battlefield, waving her hand, her face full of smiles.
Rosvitha stared at her daughter.
She knew what that smile meant.
At that moment, the Queen’s anxious heart finally settled.
Her persistence and waiting had finally been rewarded.
Rosvitha held Little Light and took Muen’s hand, walking toward the running Noia.
And not far behind Noia was that familiar figure.
He was the same as always, staying put after the explosion, putting on that calm act.
The Queen smiled, burying her face against Little Light’s cheek, her shoulders trembling slightly.
But before Rosvitha could compose herself, she suddenly felt the ground beneath her feet violently shake.
She raised her head to look forward, and her eyes widened.
Four massive dragons descended from the sky, surrounding Leon.
From the energy waves and dragon pressure they emitted, each one possessed power at or even beyond the Dragon King level.
Several kilometers from the battlefield, Nacho Salamander watched the scene, muttering continuously:
“Kill him… kill him quickly!”
“He absolutely cannot live… absolutely not!”
“He must die here! No matter the cost, make him die here!”
“Four combat-type Dragon Kings – Leon Casmode, today you’ll die whether you want to or not!!”
On Rosvitha’s side, Head Maid Anna watched the battlefield, recognizing these Dragon Kings:
“Your Majesty… they’re different from Blai and those dragons who use spatial magic. These are pure combat types. Each one is more than a match for the Radiant Star Dragon King Sta, and now there are four of them…”
The flame of hope that had just been kindled was instantly extinguished.
Rosvitha stood frozen in place.
Even without Anna’s explanation, she could feel the terrifying power like a tsunami.
Back then, it had taken both her and Leon working together to force Sta to self-destruct.
But now Leon had to face four Dragon Kings of Sta’s caliber alone.
How strong would he need to be to end this nightmare?
On the battlefield, dragon pressure swept through. Any other dragon standing between these four Dragon Kings would have been torn to shreds by this pressure.
Yet that tiny human figure remained standing unwavering—
He even seemed to want to laugh.
“Nacho has almost gone mad.”
“To kill this human, we really need all four of us to work together?”
“I thought Blai and Jagus would handle things well, didn’t expect we’d need to clean up their mess.”
“Enough talk, kill him, otherwise those old fools in the Empire won’t acknowledge the debt.”
The four Dragon Kings simultaneously raised their heads, gathering intense dragon flame in their mouths.
Dragon flame was the most basic attack method of dragons, and also the most effective.
When a Dragon King’s power was strong enough, they didn’t need many fancy spells.
A simple dragon flame was enough to destroy heaven and earth.
At this moment, four top Dragon Kings launched their purest dragon flame attack at Leon simultaneously.
An attack of this intensity could annihilate any powerful being.
Even if he miraculously survived, so what?
Dying sooner or later, there was no difference.
Four streams of dragon flame surged toward Leon from four different directions, swallowing him in an instant.
“Hehe… Hahaha——”
“Die, Casmode! Die for me!”
“Without the Black Gold War Chariot’s protection, how will you survive this kind of attack?!”
“It’s over, everything is over!”
“Leon Casmode has finally been erased from this world!”
Nacho Salamander fell to his knees, fingers digging into his hair as he shouted maniacally.
The intense flames scorched the earth. Even Rosvitha in the distance felt the infernal heat.
The heat waves lifted her silver hair. As a Dragon King, she knew well the horror of this attack.
Rosvitha clenched her teeth. She set down Little Light and spread her wings, dragging her severely wounded and exhausted body to try to save Leon.
But before she could take a few steps, her weakened body stumbled and fell.
Shelly quickly went forward to support her. “Your Majesty…”
“I must find him, let me go.”
Rosvitha shook off Shelly’s hand.
“Leon… Leon… I’m coming, don’t die… please don’t die…”
She barely had the strength to speak anymore.
But she still inched forward step by step toward the inferno ahead.
The high temperature evaporated the tears at the corners of her eyes.
Yet in her eyes, that man’s figure still flickered constantly.
“I’m coming… Leon, don’t leave me again… please…”
Finally, the collision of dragon flames triggered a violent explosion.
The shock wave sent Rosvitha and Shelly flying.
A huge mushroom cloud rose over the battlefield, the dramatic scene like the sun rising early.
“Leon!!”
Before the flames dispersed, one of the Dragon Kings heard Rosvitha’s cry.
He slowly turned his head, looking at those defeated remnants of the Silver Dragons. “Indeed, as a Dragon King, she fell in love with that human. Heh… disgraceful. But I’ll fulfill your wish right now——”
“Better worry about yourself first, stinking lizard.”
An arrogant and domineering voice came from within the flames.
The four Dragon Kings looked over simultaneously.
As the flames dispersed, they saw a half-skeleton framework flickering with blue lightning encompassing Leon.
It was this lightning skeleton framework that had protected Leon from that heaven-and-earth-destroying attack just now.
Super S-rank Lightning Magic – Sumeru Shadow – Initial Form
“My wife and I love each other dearly, since when did ugly creatures like you get to criticize?”
Leon dismissed the Sumeru Shadow, then bent his knees, followed by his right foot stomping the ground as he leaped high into the air.
“This- this is impossible?!”
“How did he survive?! How did he survive!!”
“Kill him! Quick! One more time! Burn him to ashes——”
“Wait, what’s he doing? What technique is that——”
Leon jumped into mid-air, raising his right hand high above his head as overwhelming lightning power gathered from all around into his hand.
At the same time, the iron-gray sky began to churn, thunder rumbling in the clouds as lightning bolts flashed behind that man, blue light shining upon his body.
At that moment, he was like a descending thunder god, controlling nature’s most violent element.
The lightning continued to surge, gradually forming the shape of a lion behind Leon.
Super S-rank Lightning Magic – Dragon Slayer
This was Leon’s original technique, only used once when fighting the Radiant Star Dragon King Sta, and even then it required Rosvitha and other Silver Dragons’ cooperation to create storm clouds.
But now, that wasn’t needed.
How does that saying go?——
Better to rely on yourself than others.
“That’s the technique that killed Sta!! How can he use it alone now?!”
“Don’t- don’t panic… that lion can only attack once, and there are four of us, he can’t deal with all of us at once!”
As the words fell, Leon slowly raised his left hand, also beginning to gather lightning.
Soon after…
“Two- two of them… it’s- it’s fine, we can still handle this. Fortunately it’s not three——”
BOOM!——
A third lightning lion descended from the clouds.
“Is he even human anymore?!”
The Dragon Kings were completely dumbfounded.
Six months ago, he needed others’ help for just one lightning lion of Dragon Slayer, but now he could gather three lightning lions alone.
This- this isn’t right, is it?
Is this a level a carbon-based life form can reach?
While Leon continued to guide the lightning, “What did you just say? I only have one lion, and there are four of you. Then… watch carefully.”
Another thunderclap.
A fourth lightning lion descended from the sky.
The Dragon Kings completely lost their previous arrogance.
They stared blankly at the four lightning lions in the sky, feeling their massive dragon bodies as fragile as paper.
“Can you imagine… Constantine actually managed to last several rounds against him back then… while we don’t even have the ability to fight back.”
“Did Constantine get stronger…”
“Who knows, no one will ever know anymore.”
Four lightning lions surrounded Leon as he silently listened to the Dragon Kings’ last words, calmly replying:
“Back then I just hadn’t exercised for a long time, so I used Constantine for some practice, which took a bit more time.”
“That made you think he was strong?”
“Heh… what a joke.”
“Well, anyway, you can go ask him yourself in hell soon.”
He waved his arm, and the lightning lions roared as they charged toward the four Dragon Kings.
They resisted, struggled, and howled.
But it was all futile.
Leon walked casually out of the battlefield, the slaughter behind him seeming completely unrelated to him.
Lightning exploded behind him, but he didn’t look back once.
At this moment, Leon’s eyes held only his long-separated wife.
Leon stood before Rosvitha, looking at her somewhat lost expression.
In the husband and wife’s reunion after long separation, no one had the heart to break their silence.
After a long while, Rosvitha slowly spoke:
“Leon…”
He reached out his hand, looking into his wife’s eyes, speaking word by word:
“Let’s go home, Rosvitha.”
Just like long, long ago, when Leon had dealt with the traitors and escaped from the Empire but had nowhere to go, Rosvitha appeared before him like an angel.
That time, it was Rosvitha who took him home;
This time, it was Leon’s turn.