Shut Up Dragon! I Don't Want To Have Children With You Anymore

CLACK—

The sound of the door closing echoed, and Rossweise let out a relieved sigh.

'Good. The first step of the plan had gone smoothly.'

Next, all she had to do was quietly wait for 2:30 AM to arrive.

Rossweise covered her face with her hands, rested for a moment, and then got out of bed to head to the bathroom.

She turned on the faucet, and warm water flowed down her body from head to toe.

Standing before the mirror, she looked at her reflection.

The skin above her waist was covered in kiss marks—

Of course, Leon had them too.

Luckily, the weather had turned colder recently, so she didn't need to wear thinner clothes. Otherwise, if Anna and the others noticed, she wouldn't have been able to avoid their gossip and nosy curiosity.

"Damn dog of a man… Couldn't you hold back a little?"

She muttered complaints under her breath, raising her hand and placing her palm over her lower abdomen. After a moment, a faint glow flickered.

This was her necessary countermeasure to absorb the "essence of foreign culture" from Leon. Otherwise, that essence might turn into a "crystal of love" in ten months.

After handling that, Rossweise left the bathroom, dried off, and lay back on the bed, waiting quietly for 2:30 AM.

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.

.

Several hours passed, and Rossweise tiptoed into Leon's bedroom.

He lay spread out on the bed in a starfish position, breathing evenly, seemingly fast asleep.

Rossweise quietly approached the bed, gazing at his chiseled face in the moonlight pouring through the window.

"Hmph. Even the strongest dragon slayer is completely defenseless when asleep."

She glanced up at the clock on the wall.

2:29 A.M.

She slowly inhaled, then exhaled.

Tick—tick—tick—

The second hand moved steadily. Rossweise clenched her fingers, feeling both nervous and excited as she awaited that precise moment.

Finally!

2:30 A.M.

"Leon Casmodeous, where did you hide the backup copies of my bunny girl photos?" Rossweise asked.

No response.

She waited silently.

Last time, after asking, it took Leon a few seconds to respond.

However, even after over ten seconds passed this time, Leon still didn't react.

Rossweise frowned slightly. "Leon, where did you hide the photos?"

Still, no response.

The spark of hope in Rossweise's heart was immediately extinguished.

Her master had said that asking Leon questions at 2:30 A.M. had a chance of extracting the truth from him.

But... it was only a chance—not a guarantee.

Apparently, she'd been lucky a few days ago to strike gold on the first try.

But for this far more crucial moment, Lady Luck wasn't on her side.

Disappointed, Rossweise turned to leave.

But just as she turned around, a thought struck her.

She quickly looked back at Leon, bit her lip, and said,"Leon, take me to where you hid the photos."

Her master had also said that, besides extracting truths, the "truth or dare" method might occasionally work as well.

Clinging to the mindset of giving it one last shot, Rossweise decided to try this tactic.

After issuing the command, she waited anxiously.

'Hurry up, Leon, move. Leon, get up!'

"Mm…"

Leon murmured in his sleep and, shockingly, slowly sat up.

Rossweise was overjoyed—there was hope.

Leon sat up, climbed out of bed, and began shuffling toward the door in a dazed state.

Rossweise followed closely behind him.

"Hmph! Damn dog of a man, you've been acting so smug these past few days, haven't you? You have no idea who's really in control. Tomorrow morning, when you wake up, you'll realize everything has returned to square one!"

Leon, still sleepwalking, left the room and headed toward the back mountain behind the sanctuary.

Rossweise trailed after him, mumbling to herself, "As expected of that sly dragon slayer. He didn't hide the photos in his room. Searching this massive back mountain for a few photos is like looking for a needle in a haystack."

Fortunately, she now had a "human magnet" for photo retrieval—a sleepwalking Leon, who could track down that metaphorical needle lost in the sea.

Additionally, Rossweise discovered a small trick to using the 2:30 A.M. method.

If she asked Leon a truth question, she only had one minute to ask. If the time exceeded a minute, he wouldn't respond anymore.

But if she chose "dare," it seemed Leon wouldn't stop until he completed the task.

Realizing this, Rossweise smirked.

It seemed "dare" was the better option for the future—much higher value for the effort.

With that thought, Rossweise followed Leon up the mountain.

After about twenty minutes of walking, they reached a cherry blossom grove.

The sight brought back unpleasant memories for Rossweise.

After awakening from her "Blood Charm" mode not long ago, this was the first place Leon had taken her for their "outdoor bonding session."

He claimed it was payback for what she had done to him in the forest outside the empire, where she had "forced" him. Now, he wanted to return the favor in her sacred Silver Dragon Sanctuary.

So, really, two vengeful people should never marry. Otherwise, the household would never know peace.

Snapping out of her thoughts, she followed Leon into the cherry blossom grove.

But Leon didn't stop there.

"Not hidden here either…"

Rossweise had thought this grove, which held a certain symbolic significance for them—whether good or bad—might be where Leon had hidden the photos.

But since it wasn't, she continued following him.

Leon, still sleepwalking, led her to a small stream next.

This spot was also deeply etched in Rossweise's memory—it had been their second outdoor "bonding" location.

That night, stars dotted the sky, cool river water flowed beneath them, and in stark contrast was the heat and restlessness between them.

Rossweise let out a faint hiss, shaking her head to dispel the chaotic memories.

Looking at Leon, who showed no signs of stopping, she sighed.

The photos weren't here either.

They crossed the stream and ventured further in.

Passing several more "bonding" locations, Rossweise noticed a subtle, almost deliberate pattern.

Leon was taking her to every spot they had visited before—in the exact order they had visited them.

They say dreams reveal a person's inner thoughts. So perhaps sleepwalking does, too?

It seemed those outdoor sessions had left Leon with a profound sense of accomplishment.

"The higher you climb, the harder you fall. Go ahead, revel in your dream, dragon slayer. You'll pay for it soon enough."

Feeling a flicker of resolve, Rossweise continued trailing behind him.

Eventually, they reached a grove of poplar trees.

This spot wasn't part of their previous "bonding" locations.

The air was chilly, the late-night wind rustled through the poplar leaves, and fallen leaves crunched underfoot.

CREAK—CREAK—

The sound of dry leaves under her feet was unnervingly clear.

Suddenly, Leon stopped.

Rossweise halted as well, narrowing her eyes as she stared at his back.

Another gust of wind blew through, stirring the leaves between them.

Her silver hair brushed against her face as she scanned their surroundings. Could the photos really be hidden here?

But Leon didn't search or dig around. Instead, he stood still, facing away from her.

Then, a chilling realization struck Rossweise.

CREAK—

Leon stepped on the dry leaves and slowly turned around.

Under the moonlight, his ruggedly handsome face bore a smug, knowing grin.

"You've been tricked…"

Seeing his expression, Rossweise instantly understood.

Leon hadn't been asleep at all. He hadn't been following her command to sleepwalk on a dare.

The whole time, he'd been playing along, luring her out here—far away from the Silver Dragon Sanctuary.

Poor Rossweise. The cunning dragon slayer had her wrapped around his finger.

His compliance was just a tool to disarm her. The moment he saw an opportunity, he struck back a hundredfold.

She felt utterly defeated.

It was a helpless sensation, realizing she had exhausted all her tricks yet remained firmly within Leon's grasp.

Still, she burned this feeling into her heart—it would fuel her future revenge.

Failure is the mother of success. Thirty years east, thirty years west—Rossweise refused to believe she couldn't turn the tables someday.

She staggered back a few steps, leaning against a poplar tree for support.

CREAK—CREAK—

The man who had completely outmaneuvered her slowly approached, his steps crunching the dry leaves underfoot. The sound was like the shattering of her will to fight back.

Standing before her, Leon gazed at her slightly dazed expression and chuckled.

"While I don't know what kind of charm spell you tried to use to make me obey, it's clear it didn't work."

Rossweise stared at him, thinking, 'Idiot! There's no charm spell—it's just your ridiculous, secret weakness.'

But Rossweise wasn't about to reveal the secret of the 2:30 AM trick to Leon just yet.

Though her plan had failed this time, the method remained effective for getting truthful answers or making him sleepwalk on dares.

Someday, it would come in handy.

And judging by his earlier words, it seemed he wasn't even aware of his own bizarre vulnerability.

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