Shut Up, Evil Dragon! I don’t want to take a baby with you anymore

In the dark, damp dungeon, Leon was tightly bound by enchanted chains, unable to move.

His broken armor hung precariously on his body, the bright red welts on his wrists evidence of his desperate struggles.

But everything had been futile.

Three days ago, he had led the Empire’s dragon-slaying army to the Silver Dragon Sanctuary, determined to eradicate the evil dragon that plagued the land.

However, Leon had been betrayed, stabbed in the back, and the army’s position exposed to the Silver Dragons.

Without Leon’s leadership, the dragon-slaying army was quickly routed and scattered.

Leon himself was captured alive by the Silver Dragons and imprisoned in this dungeon.

For three days, Leon had refused food and water, longing for death.

He preferred a quick end to the torture and humiliation these evil dragons might inflict.

Yet, bound by the enchanted chains, he couldn’t even take his own life.

Or perhaps, even if his hands and feet were free, he was already too weak from hunger to commit suicide.

Vaguely, he heard a clamor.

It was the dragons’ victory celebration.

Leon had heard about it from the jailer guarding him.

A week-long feast to celebrate the defeat of him, the Empire’s strongest dragon slayer, Leon Casmod.

What an extravagant race, Leon thought.

But he no longer had the mood or energy to criticize others.

Drip—drip—

Water leaking from the dungeon ceiling dripped onto the chains, one drop at a time.

The monotonous, repetitive dripping sounded like a countdown to Leon’s life.

After an unknown amount of time, the dungeon door opened.

“You may leave. I wish to speak with our great hero, the Dragon Slayer, alone.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Creak—

The cell door closed.

The sound of high heels clicking lightly on the stone floor followed, echoing in the vast dungeon, drawing closer and closer to Leon.

Suddenly, the footsteps stopped.

Someone stood before his cell.

Leon struggled to look up. He saw brilliant silver hair, like a galaxy draped across the sky, dazzling and bright.

But the tail beneath the person’s skirt put Leon on alert.

Silver hair, dragon tail, Your Majesty…

Leon realized the person’s identity:

The Silver Dragon Queen, Losvicer.

Losvicer opened the cell door, stepped inside, and slowly stood before Leon.

She smelled of alcohol, a delicate flush on her face, suggesting she had celebrated a bit too enthusiastically at the feast.

They were very close.

One was disheveled and ragged, his once-imposing armor now dull and tarnished.

The other was richly dressed in an elegant gown, her silver hair spotless, her vertical pupils filled with disdain and amusement.

Backlight streamed in through the dungeon’s single window, falling on Leon’s back and the Queen’s face.

The scene resembled less a defeated dragon slayer and a haughty dragon queen, and more a fallen believer seeking a saint’s forgiveness.

Rustle—

The silver dragon tail beneath her skirt slowly twitched. Losvicer gently lifted Leon’s chin with the tip of her tail.

“Quite a strong and handsome man. Scars are the perfect accessory for this face.”

The Queen rarely offered compliments.

Unless the person was truly attractive.

But Leon, indifferent, shook off Losvicer’s tail.

Losvicer frowned, and her tail immediately shot out, wrapping tightly around Leon’s neck.

“How dare you disrespect me.”

Her voice was cold, yet filled with regal authority.

At the same time, the tail constricting Leon’s neck tightened further.

Leon’s face flushed crimson. Deprived of oxygen, his already weakened body would soon expire.

Yet he continued to stare at Losvicer, unyielding.

The two remained locked in this stalemate for a moment. Just as Leon was about to suffocate, Losvicer withdrew her tail.

“A tough one, indeed. But it’s no use. You’re about to die.”

“Kill or torture me as you please. Just make it quick,” Leon said.

“Hmph, is that all you can muster for your last words, the one hailed as the strongest dragon slayer?”

The Silver Dragon Queen laughed scornfully. “So, great dragon-slaying hero, do you have a wife? Children? If not, if you die here, wouldn’t your family line end?”

She used words to provoke the once-celebrated human hero.

It was the victor’s right to humiliate the vanquished.

“The fall of one dragon slayer often heralds the rise of a new generation of heroes.”

“But in your case, there seems to be no successor, hmm?”

Losvicer extended her hand, her delicate fingertips tracing the scars on Leon’s face, her voice filled with false pity.

“What a pity. Such a powerful human. If not for that betrayal, you would have achieved even greater miracles and glory, wouldn’t you?”

“Your descendants would share in your riches and honor. The dragons would be eradicated one day.”

“You would become a revered hero, celebrated and loved by generations to come.”

“It’s such a shame—”

“Heh, you’re going to die here~”

Scratch—

Losvicer’s finger abruptly scraped across Leon’s face, adding another small wound.

A smear of blood stained her fingertip. She didn’t wipe it away immediately, but slowly brought it to her lips, licking Leon’s blood clean with her tongue.

Leon slowly raised his head, looking at Losvicer’s triumphant smile, then at the lingering bloodstain on her lips.

Suddenly, a thought of revenge sparked in his mind.

Leon remembered a magic spell he had learned long ago.

A spell that could only be used once in a lifetime, and judging by its effects, there was no more appropriate time than now.

“Your Majesty…” Leon croaked.

“Oh? Are you ready to beg for mercy? I won’t easily spare you, brave and fearless dragon slayer~”

“Your Majesty, you asked me earlier if I had any descendants… right?”

Losvicer raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. “Why, do you actually have some?”

“Not before, but… I will soon!”

“Wha- what do you me—”

Before she could finish, Leon abruptly raised his head, meeting Losvicer’s gaze.

In that instant, Losvicer felt her body weaken, her consciousness fading.

A ripple seemed to emanate from the dragon slayer’s eyes, manipulating her mind and will.

She walked towards Leon uncontrollably, raised her hands, and embraced him tightly.

But this was just the beginning.

She cupped Leon’s face and kissed him.

Leon, though disgusted by dragons, endured it for the sake of revenge against the Silver Dragon Queen before his death.

The kiss lasted for several seconds. The Queen’s already flushed face grew redder, her breathing quickening.

Leon knew the time had come.

—

An hour later, Losvicer slowly opened her eyes.

As her consciousness returned, she felt utterly exhausted.

Looking down, she saw her clothes disheveled, her breasts partially exposed, her smooth, white skin dotted with bloodstains.

“You’re awake, Your Majesty. Or should I say, Queen Mother, now,” Leon said with a smile from a distance.

Losvicer followed the sound and saw that the enchanted chains binding Leon’s hands and feet had been removed, yet he hadn’t escaped.

Perhaps he knew that his dying body would be useless even if he escaped, so he simply waited for Losvicer to awaken.

Losvicer bit her lip, quickly rose, adjusted her clothes, walked over, grabbed his collar, and angrily demanded, “You wanted to impregnate me! What method did you use?!”

“Your Majesty, you’ve made two mistakes since earlier,” Leon said, not directly answering her question, but speaking slowly and deliberately.

“First, as a dragon, you should never have been alone with a highly trained, strongest dragon slayer.”

“Second, I don’t know your sexual preferences, nor am I interested in knowing them, but you should never, ever have tasted my blood.”

Panic flashed in Losvicer’s eyes, a rare look of bewilderment in her vertical pupils.

What had this damned human bastard done to her while she was unconscious?!

“A charm spell that can only be used once in a lifetime, Blood Enchantment. I wonder if Your Majesty has heard of it.”

“The principle is simple. As long as the target consumes a drop of the caster’s blood, it breaks down their will through magical ripples, making them willingly engage in intercourse with the caster.”

“Actually, I was quite disdainful of using such a despicable method against you.”

“But I have to admit, your words were quite effective, they broke my spirit. So I decided on this revenge, my dear Queen.”

Although in a sense, Leon’s plan had succeeded, and he had truly disgusted Losvicer before his death, he wasn’t particularly happy.

As a dragon slayer, he had defiled a female dragon…

It was undoubtedly a disgrace.

But to ensure Losvicer fully grasped the humiliation, Leon forced himself to continue.

“So, now I can answer your previous question. Yes, I have a child. It’s currently residing in your belly.”

Seeing Leon’s triumphant smile after his successful revenge, Losvicer was both anxious and furious.

How could she, the Silver Dragon Queen, be tricked by this dying man?

For a moment, Losvicer didn’t know what to do.

Anything she said or did now seemed pale and powerless.

Just as she had arrogantly mocked Leon earlier, now it was his turn to strike at her heart.

“Your Majesty, I believe you can now clearly feel the changes in your body, and you understand that I’ve become your sole procreation partner. Such are the reproductive rules of your dragon race, correct?”

Leon continued, relentless. Just days ago, his dragon-slaying army had been routed, yet now he sounded like a victor delivering a victory speech.

“Now, my child is taking root in your womb.”

“If you plan to kill it after it’s born, that’s fine.”

“But consider this carefully. By then, I, the one who first mated with you, this female dragon, will have been dead for ten months. You won’t be able to reproduce with anyone else.”

“What did you say earlier, Your Majesty? Oh~ you said my family line might end.”

“Now you understand how I feel, don’t you?”

Leon’s words were like daggers, each one piercing Losvicer’s heart.

Despite his sharp words, however, Leon’s body was rapidly failing.

His consciousness blurred, his eyelids heavy as lead. He could even feel his body temperature dropping.

His end was near.

Leon’s breathing grew labored, each inhale shallower than the last.

“Your Majesty must want to kill me now, the bastard who defiled your purity. Heh, there’s no need for Your Majesty to do it yourself… I…”

His lungs stopped expanding, his heart giving a few final, violent beats before slowing to a stop.

“Silver Dragon Queen Losvicer, give birth to our child, and… I’ll be waiting for you… in hell!”

With his last words, the generation’s dragon-slaying hero breathed no more.

The last piece of broken armor on his shoulder fell to the ground with a crisp clang.

The sound echoed through the vast dungeon, hammering at Losvicer’s heart again and again.

After a long silence, the Silver Dragon Queen slowly calmed herself.

She raised her eyes, an undying fire ignited in her vertical pupils.

“You want to die? It won’t be that easy.”

“Leon Casmod, our child cannot grow up without a father.”