Chapter 52: Flame Staff

“Papa, why did your face suddenly get worse? Is Dragon’s Might not working?” Little Light asked worriedly.
Leon was speechless.
Sweetie, it’s not that Dragon’s Might isn’t working – it might work too well, and your old man can’t handle it right now…
No.
It’s not just that your old man can’t handle it.
Your mother probably won’t fare much better.
Thinking this, Leon looked up at Rosvitha.
The dragon mother was still standing there watching the show unfold, seemingly having forgotten how badly the last Dragon’s Might incident had affected her.
Rosvitha couldn’t help but feel both amused and exasperated.
The good news was that their youngest daughter was a natural-born medicine genius, able to make Dragon’s Might at just four months old, surpassing 99.9% of adults – everyone would praise this human-dragon hybrid prodigy.
The bad news was that correspondingly, their father had become extremely susceptible to Dragon’s Might’s effects.
This man, whose life was filled with as much glory as absurdity, had at least two-thirds of his post-marriage entertainment provided by his beloved daughters.
He thought Muen’s tribute-stealing incident was the peak, but now Little Light had taken it even further, completely overwhelming their father.
“It’s alright, Dragon’s Might is a very good supplement for dragons, the effects just haven’t kicked in yet,” Rosvitha quickly smoothed things over. “Papa will sweat it out tonight, and tomorrow morning he’ll be bouncing around energetically, don’t worry.”
“Really, Mama?” Noia asked.
She felt like their father’s “don’t save me, I don’t want to live anymore” expression didn’t look like something that could be cured just by sweating.
Rosvitha secretly sighed.
She really wasn’t good at lying to her daughters.
Should she tell them their father was about to go wild, and things would become somewhat inappropriate for children to see?
With no choice, Rosvitha could only force herself to say, “Of course it’s true. Mama promises you, once the medicine takes effect, Papa will be fine after a good night’s sleep.”
Hearing Rosvitha say this, the three little ones finally felt somewhat relieved.
“Then, Papa, make sure you rest well tonight~” Muen stood by the bed, shaking Leon’s wrist.
Rest?
Darling, your father probably won’t get a minute of rest tonight.
“Mm… Papa understands.”
“Alright, it’s getting late. You should all go to bed now. Tomorrow you can play with your recovered Papa, right?”
Rosvitha needed to hurry and send the little dragon girls away. Once Dragon’s Might’s effects kicked in, things would get quite terrifying.
“Okay, good night Mama. Good night Papa! Make sure to rest!”
“Mm, good night…”
The three little ones left the room one after another. Rosvitha saw them to the door, then locked it.
When she returned to the bedroom, Leon was already sitting up, leaning against the headboard.
His face was noticeably redder than before, but his eyes were becoming clearer. No, not clearer – they were becoming “excited.”
Seeing this, the Queen’s legs went weak, and even her tail unconsciously curled up a bit.
She still vividly remembered that crazy rainy night when he first took Dragon’s Might. Though back then, it was also because she had provoked him verbally, putting pressure on him, which led to General Leon getting worked up and recklessly activating Dragon’s Might, ultimately going wild.
But this time, with the debuff of being sick with a cold, even with Dragon’s Might, he shouldn’t get as rowdy as last time, right?
Rosvitha hesitated, then slowly walked to the bedside, extending her tail in front of Leon.
“Here, want to play with it?”
Remembering how last time after he went wild, he had desperately hugged her tail while calling her his wife.
This time the Queen planned to take the initiative, hoping to soothe him first like calming a child.
Leon rolled his eyes, about to retort that she shouldn’t treat him like a child to be coaxed.
But strangely, a voice in his head kept whispering:
“Grab it, grab it, grab it.”
Leon frowned slightly, raising his hand to pat his head, trying to drive out these demonic whispers.
However, it had no effect.
“Grab it.”
“Grab it.”
“Grab it.”
Leon clicked his tongue impatiently, and by the time he came to his senses, his hand had already grabbed the tip of Rosvitha’s tail without him realizing.
Cool and smooth, soft and silky – it felt amazing.
Leon froze, quickly trying to explain, “I-I didn’t mean to do that… my body just moved on its own…”
Still playing tough.
Rosvitha crossed her arms, looking at this man playfully.
She brought her face close to his ear and whispered quietly, “The medicine’s effects are starting already, aren’t they?”
Leon’s pupils constricted sharply.
He could feel his heart rate accelerating, and his temperature rising even faster than before. The hand holding Rosvitha’s tail was starting to tremble slightly.
“No… not yet…” He said through gritted teeth, trying to maintain his last bit of rationality.
But deep inside, he knew – the Dragon’s Might was already beginning to take effect.
The original cold symptoms were quickly being overwhelmed by a different kind of heat. His vision was becoming hazy, but the sight of Rosvitha before him remained crystal clear.
“Still trying to resist?” Rosvitha raised an eyebrow. “You know it’s useless once Dragon’s Might kicks in. Just like last time…”
“Don’t… don’t mention last time…” Leon’s voice was becoming hoarse, but for a different reason now.
“You’re holding my tail while saying you don’t want to do this – that’s not very convincing,” she said.
Hearing this, Leon immediately tried to let go.
But his hand seemed glued to Rosvitha’s tail, unable to release it no matter how he tried.
The cool, silky sensation felt especially soothing to his feverish state.
Just holding it was no longer quite satisfying enough for Leon.
He stared at the long tail before him, unconsciously swallowing.
Then, under Rosvitha’s slightly surprised and startled gaze, Leon gently pressed her tail against his burning forehead.
He let out a satisfied sigh of appreciation.
A silver dragon ice pack – worth having.
Rosvitha’s mouth twitched as she said with a somewhat disdainful tone, “Should I be grateful you didn’t put it in your mouth?”
“Wife…”
And there it was.
Starting with ‘wife’ was a sign of incoming silliness.
“Your tail is so cool and refreshing, it feels so nice.”
“Do you like it?”
“I really really like it.”
“If you like it, just keep holding it like this, and don’t do anything else~”
“Yes, my dear wife!”
Soothing a child was all too easy for a mother of three.
Letting Leon play with her tail was better than doing other things.
After all, even though he was sick with a cold, he still had the buff from the First Gate of the Nine Hells. Rosvitha didn’t dare to risk trying anything with Leon in this state.
She might end up dealing with his 42° flame rod otherwise.
Rosvitha sat on the edge of the bed.
Leon was still playing with her tail, pressing it against his face like a treasure.
After a while, the fool asked, “Wife, your tail is so fun to play with, why don’t I have one?”
Rosvitha snorted, “When I offered to get you a tail attachment before, you refused. Now you want one? – Not happening!”
Did she have to give him everything he wanted?
She really had spoiled him too much.
The delirious Leon didn’t ask further, suddenly becoming quiet.
Rosvitha didn’t find this particularly strange.
Under the effects of the Dragon’s Vigor medicine, his thought process was like a high frog – she could never guess which lily pad he’d jump to next.
“Wife.”
“What?”
“I love you~” – a feverish man’s way of showing affection.
“Mm, love you too.” – a completely emotionless reading.
“Wife, look at me.”
“Look at you for what?” Rosvitha sat cross-armed at the bedside, staring straight ahead, refusing to look at Leon.
“Look look, quickly.” Leon urged.
Helplessly, Rosvitha slowly turned her head to look at him.
She saw Leon raise his arm above his head, straightening his palm to touch his head, making a big heart gesture towards Rosvitha.
“Love you~ wife~”
He would never do such childish yet romantic things with Rosvitha normally.
Seeing this scene, Rosvitha couldn’t help but laugh.
Though she still tried to keep a straight face, snorting, “Tch, childish fool.”
“You do one too, wife.”
“No.”
“Do one, do one!”
Damn it.
He’s already taken the Dragon’s Vigor, why not just comply?
Rosvitha closed her eyes and sighed, then mimicked Leon’s gesture, raising her arm, touching her head with her fingertips, making a huge heart,
“Love you~”
“And?”
“And what?”
“After ‘love you’ there should be a title.”
His thinking was like a super-sized Muen, but with foolish male demands.
Indeed, their daughters all had traces of their silly parents in them.
So what could she do? —
Just humor him.
So, Rosvitha made a heart while saying sweetly,
“Love you~ darling~”
After finishing, the queen’s face changed in an instant, lowering her eyes, voice turning cold, “Satisfied?”
Leon nodded, “Satisfied.”
Rosvitha rolled her eyes at him, then stood up, “Give me back my tail for now, I need to use the bathroom.”
She thought Leon would obediently let go of her tail, but he suddenly pulled hard, yanking her back onto the bed by her tail.
“Hey, what are you—”
Before she could finish asking, the dragon mark on her chest began to emit a faint glow.
“Damn… is it really going to come to this…”
“Dragon wife.”
The man’s voice came from beside her, accompanied by burning heat.
Rosvitha slowly turned to look at him.
He had already removed his upper clothing, and the dragon mark on his chest was not only glowing but also crackling with blue electric arcs.
At that moment, the Silver Dragon Queen understood.
So tonight she would have to face a 42° flame rod with added lightning damage, huh?