Shut Up, Malevolent Dragon! I Don’t Want to Have Any More Children With You Vol. 4 Ch. 40

The sun rose slowly over the horizon, casting its first golden light like a beacon of redemption. After a cool night, all creation finally tasted the warmth again. The morning sunlight was gentle, the breeze so pleasant that one could wish ti would stop right at that mont—

Except for a certain pair of “destined-to-be-together” lovers.

On the balcony of the queen’s chambers, two figures leaned against the railing, faces drooping like marionettes with cut strings.

"Where did you even get the idea to keep going until dawn? So book? Remind to burn it later."

“Ahem, well, the book only ntioned staying up late—I just made it to dawn. But I’m a dragon king… Am I supposed to be compared to the common dragons in those stories?”

“Oh, please, Your Majesty, isn’t it a bit unnecessary to compete over this kind of thing? And it was just an all-nighter.”

"But then again, any form of entertainnt is subject to artistic embellishnt."

Stories of staying up until sunrise were one thing, but Rosvisser managed to take that idea to a whole new level.

The most astonishing part? Leon kept up with her the entire ti. If these two weren’t ant to be, who would be?

“There’s a saying, ‘Only dead cattle sleep well.’ But with us, it’s more like: 'Unyielding as iron, tireless as oxen, endlessly changing sheets, and wiping down floors.'"

The two of them took a short break, supporting each other as they staggered back into the living room. However, as soon as they stood at the threshold, they refused to go any further.

The inside was a battleground—a testant to their overnight escapades. The sight was sheer chaos. Rosvisser leaned weakly against the bedpost, holding the doorfra with one hand, her gaze falling on the thoroughly disheveled room.

"Did I… cause all this?"

“Yep. Don’t you rember?”

“I…”

The queen’s face, which had been slightly pale, suddenly flushed bright red.

She honestly didn’t rember the details of the night. And she had a good idea why.

Casting a nervous glance at Leon, she silently hoped he hadn’t guessed the truth—

“It’s understandable if you don’t rember. You were hardly conscious for most of it. You spent most of the night reaching new highs—”

"Shut up!"

“Oh.”

After years of intimate encounters, Leon had beco quite well-versed in this area. Maybe he wasn’t sure about other won, but he’d certainly mastered the way a female dragon’s passion ascended in beautifully layered curves.

For instance, when they’d just started, Rosvisser would keep pace with him, matching him ti for ti. But as the night went on, her intensity would far surpass his.

Which was why her voice was hoarse this morning. Bla it on the stubborn man who insisted she call his na over and over last night.

"It was… intense, sure, but there’s no reason to keep shouting my na! So childish!"

"And what are all these marks? Deep here, shallow there?"

Rosvisser glanced at him, then took a sharp breath.

"Don’t tell they’re from your—"

"No, they’re yours."

“H-how do you know that?”

"You said last night that you’d use a purification spell on yourself afterward, so I didn’t hold back."

The queen shivered. "How can you say sothing so… so explicit with a straight face?"

"Because my sense of sha shattered during last night’s ‘battle.’"

"..."

Unapologetically brazen and undefeated!

Rosvisser sighed softly. “I thought we’d only stay on the bed.”

Leon shrugged casually, “The bed was already soaked, so we moved to the living room, the bathroom, even the entryway—”

“Okay, enough details.”

Leon helped Rosvisser to the sofa, laying a clean blanket down before letting her sit. He then turned to the ssy room, assessing the damage.

"Looking at this, we can’t have the maids clean up—not unless you want them knowing that their queen and Lord Leon are closet… enthusiasts."

Rosvisser raised her eyes, saying softly, "Let rest a bit, then we’ll clean up together."

Her voice was still raspy. Leon, after a mont’s thought, crossed the littered floor to the kitchen. Shortly after, he returned with a cup of honey water.

“Here, this should soothe your throat.” He knelt beside her, offering the honey water.

“Thanks.” Rosvisser took a gentle sip. The warm sweetness slid down her throat, comforting and smooth.

“I’ve been thinking,” Rosvisser began.

“About what?”

“In the future, let’s aim to wrap things up before midnight.”

Leon blinked, then chuckled, “Oh, co on, Your Majesty. Midnight? You’re a seasoned dragon queen! Forget midnight, you could easily go until three, right?”

Rosvisser shot him a glare, playfully kicking his chest, though he caught her foot.

Her small foot rested against his bare chest, feeling his firm muscles and steady heartbeat. Her ankle was locked securely in his large hand, unable to move.

“Let go,” she demanded with feigned sternness.

“You reached out to . And now you want to let go? Life’s not that easy.”

Rosvisser laughed, playing along. “What’s this, feeling like a dragon hoof for breakfast?”

“Of course! Last night’s ‘hoof’ wasn’t nearly enough. Ti for a breakfast top-up.”

“Idiot.” Rosvisser wriggled free, her face softening. She stretched her legs out on the sofa, opened her arms, and made a ‘co here’ gesture.

Leon knew exactly what she ant. Standing, he moved closer. Finally, Rosvisser could relax completely, leaning into his shoulder, feeling entirely at ease.

He was bare-chested, and she rested her hand on his abs, her slender fingers tracing the muscles down to his waist.

“You did well,” she murmured.

“It’s nothing. Not hard at all.”

“I wasn’t talking to you.”

Rosvisser poked Leon’s waist. “I was talking to it.”

Leon started to reply but then thought of sothing even better.

“If you’re going to thank it, shouldn’t I get a thank-you too?”

“For what?”

Without waiting, Leon moved as if to pull his pants off—

“Stop! Stop right there!”

Rosvisser grabbed his wrist, playfully scolding as she lightly punched his chest.

“Thank you, all of you, Leon. Happy now?”

Grinning proudly, Leon stood and gave a little shake of his leg, clearly pleased with himself. He might not be an official dragon slayer anymore, but his skills hadn’t diminished one bit!

The two cuddled on the sofa, waiting for their energy to return before tackling the cleanup. Then Leon’s gaze fell upon a piece of old paper poking out from under the coffee table.

The drawer of the coffee table was slightly ajar—probably bumped open during last night’s excitent.

Curious, Leon picked up the paper. Rosvisser leaned in, noticing it was covered with nas.

“What’s that?” she asked, seeing the nas written in neat rows.

“These are… Dragon King nas,” Leon replied.

The couple exchanged a glance, mories surfacing. It was from long ago when they infiltrated the Red Fla Dragon Clan to investigate secret dealings with the Empire. They’d obtained this list from the one who was supposed to succeed Konstantin as the next Red Fla Dragon King.

“This list contains all the Dragon Kings who colluded with the Empire,” Rosvisser murmured. “Either you took them down, or they faced divine punishnt at the Dragon King Tribunal not long ago.”

“Hmm…”

Leon studied the list for a mont before his gaze settled on the last na.

“But despite all of this, there’s one na here who hasn’t yet betrayed us.”

Following Leon’s line of sight, Rosvisser read the na aloud, murmuring to herself,

“Warhamr Dragon King… Adam.”

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TL NOTE: Please don't skimp on the stars for the translation - I'd really like to see how far Leon goes and how far we can increase the number of chapters. Thanks~!