Chapter 106: Primal Magic

The double dragon marks completely shattered their rationality.
No matter what methods or positions they tried, they couldn’t satisfy their longing for each other.
Once wasn’t enough.
Twice wasn’t enough.
Three times wasn’t enough.
More…
They needed more.
Even when the sheets were soaked through in large patches, even when the edge of the sky showed hints of white light, even when their bodies were completely exhausted…
They still wanted one more time.
Rather than dragon marks, it was more like an addictive poison.
Just a touch and they couldn’t stop.
Rosvitha closed her eyes, her mouth slightly open, but unable to make a sound.
She had no strength left – her body had fallen into a state of extreme fatigue two hours ago.
But she still accepted Leon, continuously pushing her Dragon King’s body to match the Dragon Slayer’s every advance.
Another fall into wild revelry – the couple had lost count of how many times this made.
A swollen feeling came, and Rosvitha lay on her side with her legs pressed together, her body involuntarily trembling slightly.
“Leon… I’m so tired.”
Leon lay facing her, reaching out to smooth her sweat-dampened hair,
“Let’s stop here, Rosvitha… this is too crazy.”
Rosvitha gave a tired smile, “You said the same thing three hours ago, but as soon as I touch you, you… pounce on me.”
Leon gave a wry smile too, “Well then don’t touch me.”
Exhaustion was overwhelming the queen. She gave a soft laugh and gently rested her forehead against Leon’s broad shoulder, which always gave her a deep sense of security when she was tired.
“How can I resist touching you, you fool.”
There were only two situations when Rosvitha would speak her true feelings.
One was when she was drunk;
The other was after finishing their intimate activities, when her mind wasn’t quite clear and she wanted to curl up in Leon’s arms to rest.
Now was the moment.
She rested her fair, lotus-like arm on the chest of the man lying beside her, her warm palm caressing the dragon mark on his chest.
The glow of the dragon mark finally began to fade.
Looking at the dragon mark on her arm, it had also subsided.
Rosvitha secretly breathed a sigh of relief. “Finally… it’s over.”
Even the strongest dragon mark reaction depended on the couple’s physical condition.
If they had continued any longer, they might have needed to walk while holding onto walls.
Seeing the dragon mark’s reaction subside, Leon also confidently raised his hand, gently covering Rosvitha’s slightly cool hand.
After a moment of silence, Leon suddenly asked,
“By the way, now that the dragon mark’s reaction has become so sensitive, won’t it affect daily life? Or, if it happens during battle, that could be dangerous.”
This was indeed an important question.
What if Leon was fighting some fearless Dragon King in the future, and his wife happened to worry about him at home, then—
Dragon mark, activate!
The opposing Dragon King sees General Leon’s chest and arm glowing purple, thinking he’s about to unleash some ultimate move;
But in reality, General Leon just wanted to connect with his wife.
The opposing Dragon King: Could you please show some respect?
This this this this wouldn’t do!
Rosvitha shook her head, “It won’t happen. Whether the dragon mark resonates largely depends on our subjective thoughts.”
“Subjective thoughts?”
“Mm-hmm. For example, what you just mentioned about the dragon mark reacting during battle – that’s actually impossible.”
Rosvitha said, “Although during battle, we inevitably worry about and miss each other, but this kind of longing is completely different from leisure time thoughts. What distinguishes different types of longing isn’t the dragon mark, but ourselves.”
She quietly withdrew her hand, slowly moving it upward until it stopped at Leon’s neck, using her fingers to lightly trace his strong jawline as she continued,
“You can’t possibly be thinking about dating me while fighting, can you?”
General Leon seriously considered this, then replied matter-of-factly, “Hard to say. Since all the Dragon Kings I’ve met are weaklings, I might actually be able to think about you while fighting.”
Rosvitha laughed coyly and lowered his arm, “What do you mean all the Dragon Kings you’ve met are weaklings? Does that make me a weakling too?”
“No no no, you’re not weak at all. After all, I’ve never battled with any other Dragon King until dawn.”
“You’re terrible!”
Rosvitha withdrew her hand and moved to the other side of the large bed, deliberately creating some distance from Leon.
Leon didn’t move closer.
The couple just lay there, staring at the ceiling.
After a moment, Rosvitha said,
“Judging from the resonance intensity just now, the second dragon mark is working perfectly. So we can use it to store more magical power.”
“Mm.”
The purpose of inscribing a second dragon mark wasn’t just for more intense homework sessions (though that might have been part of the reason, but if so, only a tiny part), but rather to make them both stronger.
More magical power meant being able to use more magic during battle.
“However… just this alone isn’t enough.”
Rosvitha said, “Just increasing magical power reserves won’t have a decisive impact on battle situations. I need… other methods to improve myself.”
Leon glanced at her and said,
“You’re a Silver Dragon who specializes in speed, fundamentally different from attack-oriented Dragon Kings like Constantine and Sta. So forcing yourself to improve might bring unpredictable risks, right?”
Rosvitha nodded, “There are indeed risks. But I also don’t want…”
She drew out the last syllable, as if hesitating whether to say it.
“Don’t want?”
Rosvitha closed her eyes, her lips curving slightly upward, then slowly turned her head, opening her beautiful silver eyes to look at the man before her,
“Don’t want to always hide behind you. I want to stand beside you, Leon.”
Meeting her gaze, Leon’s pupils flickered slightly, “Didn’t we fight together against Sta? You’re already very strong, Rosvitha.”
“Although we fought together, breaking through his Absolute Defense Vespers and neutralizing his final self-destruction were only possible because of you.”
Rosvitha smiled bitterly, speaking with a slightly self-mocking tone, “A captive stole the Queen’s thunder – isn’t that embarrassing for me as Queen?”
“That’s not true, silly.”
Leon reached out to gently stroke her cheek, speaking softly, “If you hadn’t saved me at the crucial moment, I wouldn’t have escaped Sta’s explosion unscathed. I would’ve been injured at least.”
“Oh, so my only use to you is reducing your injuries?”
“Hey now, Your Majesty, those are your words, not mine.”
Rosvitha laughed coyly and lay back down.
“Hmm… I’ve actually thought of a method,” Rosvitha said.
Hearing this, Leon secretly sighed.
As expected, his wife was as stubborn as a mule – once she decided on something, not even eight dragons could pull her back.
But he still wanted to hear what she had to say, “What is it?”
“Have you heard of… ‘Primal Magic’?”