Chapter 53: Silver Dragon Healer – Melkvi

The flame rod advanced forcefully, accompanied by surging electrical power, making the silver dragon repeatedly beg for mercy.
The bedsheets were creased from being grabbed, and their waists and abdomens were covered in wet sensations.
Just as Rosvitha had told their daughters earlier – it was just a cold, sweating it out would help.
Though she hadn’t expected they’d be sweating it out together.
In the early hours of morning, the bathroom light was on.
The couple held each other tightly under the shower, letting the water wash away their remaining heat and the scent of their activities.
The beauty in his arms looked exhausted, her lips trembling slightly. Her delicate chin rested on Leon’s chest as she looked up at him, biting her lower lip, her eyes filled with resentment.
The effects of the Dragon’s Vigor had faded, and his cold and fever had improved.
However, the timing of his recovery seemed a bit suspicious.
It didn’t seem to be due to natural healing ability or the Dragon’s Vigor taking effect.
The credit appeared to belong to Rosvitha…
Ah, in the end, her dragon body had endured it all.
“Rosvitha…”
The queen’s gaze was sharp as a knife, her tone unfriendly, “What?”
“You’re a good doctor.”
“Go die!”
Rosvitha pinched his waist hard.
The pain made General Leon quickly shut up, not daring to be smug anymore.
But Rosvitha was now completely exhausted, and even this small playful gesture made her vision darken and her head spin.
Leon quickly caught her waist, preventing her from falling onto the bathroom tiles.
His large hands supported her willowy waist, which seemed so delicate it could break with just a bit more pressure. This contrast, combined with the warm water flowing over their skin, created quite a sensual scene.
She leaned tiredly against Leon’s chest, eyes half-lowered, speaking weakly,
“I’m so tired, let’s go to bed after we finish showering.”
Leon stopped teasing her and patted her head, “Okay.”
After showering and drying off, the couple wrapped in towels returned to the bedroom.
The bed was a mess, evidence of their passionate battle.
Seeing this, Rosvitha gave Leon another resentful look.
General Leon’s face reddened, “It’s all the Dragon Vigor’s fault…”
“If you hadn’t left that medicine book in the nursery, would Little Light have seen it?”
Leon spread his hands innocently, “How was I supposed to know a four-month-old baby could make Dragon’s Vigor? It took me so much effort when I made it.”
Actually, that Dragon’s Vigor wasn’t made by Little Light alone.
She hadn’t begun her magic awakening yet, so when using lightning magic to break down the herbs, she could only get Noia’s help.
Moreover, that Dragon’s Vigor wasn’t very pure, otherwise Leon wouldn’t have recovered to normal in just a few hours.
When he made it himself back then, it had kept him and Rosvitha busy for an entire night.
Even so, Little Light’s abilities far exceeded Leon’s expectations.
She always said she wouldn’t be a very hardworking person and didn’t have much talent, but her demonstrated learning ability and practical skills repeatedly amazed Leon.
Could this really be the blood advantage of being human-dragon mixed blood?
From Noia to Muen to Little Light, their outstanding talents and performance had far surpassed normal dragon cubs, whether born naturally or from eggs.
“Hey, stop spacing out, come help me change the sheets,” Rosvitha said tiredly, standing by the bed.
Leon snapped back to reality, “Oh okay, coming.”
After changing the sheets, the couple finally lay down.
The queen’s resentment hadn’t subsided, and even in bed, she deliberately kept a distance from Leon.
Their two gift teddy bears lay between them.
After a moment of silence, Rosvitha said coldly, “Going to sleep.”
“Ah? Oh… goodnight.”
She didn’t reply, just quietly burrowed into the covers and turned off the bedside lamp.
The bedroom suddenly darkened, with only moonlight allowing Leon to barely make out the person beside him on the pillow.
She lay on her side, holding the large teddy bear Leon had given her.
Leon knew her habit – after finishing their intimate moments and entering a calm state, she always needed to hold something to fall asleep peacefully.
Usually, she would hold him, since their “married life” was quite harmonious. It was normal to embrace after their exertions and fall asleep together – though she’d still be stubborn the next morning.
But tonight she was holding the teddy bear.
It seemed her resentment was quite significant.
Leon wrestled with his thoughts for a moment, then turned on his side and pressed down the teddy bear’s head to look at Rosvitha behind it.
“Let’s talk for a bit.”
Rosvitha’s face was cold. “Let go of my bear.”
Leon awkwardly pressed his lips together and sheepishly withdrew his hand.
After a while, speaking across the teddy bear, he said softly, “I’m sorry… for making you help clean up my mess again. If I’d known, I would have listened to you and taken the medicine properly.”
No sound came from behind the teddy bear.
After a brief silence, Leon spoke again, “You should take some medicine tomorrow too. I’m worried about infecting you.”
“Humans and dragons can’t infect each other.”
Your wife rejected your concern and threw out her own improvised biological knowledge.
“Is that so…”
Leon muttered, suddenly realizing something, “If humans and dragons can’t infect each other, why do you have human cold medicine in your bedside table?”
The queen’s heart skipped a beat, and her face in the darkness turned red.
But fortunately, the light was dim and the teddy bear was in the way, so Leon couldn’t see.
“That’s none of your business. I put what I want there.”
Actually, besides cold medicine, there were fever reducers, stomach medicine, sleeping pills, pain relievers… all meant for humans.
Among dragons, getting these items was quite difficult. Rosvitha had put in great effort to gather all these common human medicines.
But it wasn’t to receive thanks from a certain dragon-slaying hero.
She prepared these medicines simply because…
Well…
Because…
Because the bedside table was too empty, and she wanted to fill it with something.
Yes, that’s it.
…
…
Fine! It was because she cared about that stupid man, worried he might get sick or feel unwell. There, happy now?!
The queen’s thoughts ran wild, making her more and more embarrassed, unconsciously squeezing the teddy bear tighter.
But the next second, she felt warmth on the back of her cold hand.
His palm wasn’t particularly smooth or delicate – it was a warrior’s hand after all, covered in calluses and scars from years of battle.
Yet whenever this hand held or grasped hers, Rosvitha always felt an inexplicable sense of security.
She slowly loosened her grip on the now-misshapen teddy bear.
She wanted to intertwine her fingers with Leon’s, but couldn’t let go of her pride.
“Can I… take away the bear?”
Rosvitha’s thoughts stirred, but she didn’t answer, just quietly waiting.
Soon after, Leon slowly pulled the teddy bear from her arms.
The hand covering Rosvitha’s moved to her palm, and without waiting for her agreement, he slipped his fingers between hers.
Their fingers were finally intertwined.
The couple could at last see each other’s faces.
Rosvitha let out a cold snort, “I didn’t give you permission to hold my hand.”
But she didn’t refuse either.
Leon smiled, “Then what should we do? It’s already stuck to your hand, can’t shake it off.”
He wiggled their interlocked fingers – indeed they couldn’t be separated, because he was deliberately holding on tight.
Rosvitha kicked his leg under the covers, “Tch, you shameless rogue.”
“Yes, yes, yes, everything Your Majesty says is right.”
Rosvitha rolled her eyes at him, “I’m done talking to you. I’m exhausted, I want to sleep.”
Though she said she wanted to sleep, her eyes remained open.
Leon knew she was waiting for something.
“Want to sleep in my arms?” Leon asked.
“Beg me.”
Leon smiled, “I’m begging you.”
“Hmph, even if you beg I won’t- hey, you really are… that’s enough, Casmode.”
Leon didn’t wait for her to continue being stubborn, he directly pulled her into his tight embrace.
Rosvitha struggled symbolically for a moment, but quickly gave up, allowing Leon to hold her.
The queen’s smile was harder to suppress than an AK’s recoil.
If you’re going to act, might as well go all the way – this was just a little flirting between husband and wife.