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

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

His battered armor clung to his body, barely intact, while bright red marks on his wrists testified to his futile struggles.

But it was all in vain.

Three days ago, he had led the empire's Dragon Slayers to the Silver Dragon Palace, determined to eliminate the evil dragon that had plagued the land.

But to his misfortune, Leon was betrayed—stabbed in the back. Worse, the betrayer had revealed the army's position to the Silver Dragon Clan.

Without Leon's leadership, the Dragon Slayers were swiftly routed and scattered.

Leon himself was captured alive by the Silver Dragons and thrown into this dungeon.

For three days, Leon had neither eaten nor drunk, only wishing for death.

Better to die quickly than to endure the torment and humiliation of the dragons.

But the enchanted chains made it impossible for him to take his own life.

And even if his hands and feet were freed, he was so weak from hunger that he probably wouldn't have had the strength to end it.

In his haze, the sound of raucous laughter reached his ears.

It was the dragons' victory celebration.

Leon had overheard the guards talking.

They were hosting a week-long feast to celebrate the defeat of the empire's most powerful Dragon Slayer—Leon Casmodeus.

'Such indulgence,' Leon thought bitterly.

But he no longer had the energy to care about others.

DRIP... DRIP...

Water droplets fell from the ceiling, landing on the chains with a monotonous rhythm, as if counting down the last moments of Leon's life.

It was impossible to tell how much time had passed when the door to the dungeon creaked open.

"Leave us. I want to have a private conversation with our 'heroic' Dragon Slayer."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

CREAK—

The door closed.

Then, the sound of high heels clicked against the stone floor, echoed through the vast dungeon, drawing closer and closer to Leon.

Suddenly, the footsteps stopped.

Someone stood before his cell door.

With great effort, Leon lifted his head and saw a figure with flowing silver hair—like a radiant river of starlight hanging from the heavens, dazzling and brilliant.

But it was the tail beneath the figure's gown that made Leon wary.

'Silver hair, a dragon's tail, and the title "Your Majesty"...'

Leon realized who was standing before him: The Silver Dragon Queen, Rossweise.

Rossweise unlocked the cell door and sauntered in, stopping directly in front of Leon.

The scent of alcohol lingered on her, and her delicate face was slightly flushed. It seemed she had overindulged in the revelry of the victory feast.

They were close—very close.

Yet the contrast between them couldn't have been starker.

Leon was in tatters, his armor hanging off him, the once-proud gleam of steel now dulled and defeated.

Rossweise, on the other hand, was adorned in regal attire. Her luxurious gown was spotless, and her silvery hair, immaculate. Her slit-pupiled eyes gleamed with contempt and amusement.

The light from the dungeon's solitary window cast Leon in shadow while illuminating the queen's face.

It looked less like a defeated Dragon Slayer facing a proud queen and more like a fallen knight seeking absolution from a saint.

RUSTLE—

Her silver dragon tail slowly curled, its tip lifting Leon's chin.

"You're quite a handsome man. Those scars only add to your charm."

The queen rarely praised anyone.

Unless they were truly worth it.

But Leon scoffed, jerking his head away from her tail.

Rossweise's brow furrowed, and her tail immediately coiled back, wrapping tightly around his neck.

"How dare you be disrespectful to me?"

Her voice was cold, yet it carried the weight of her authority as queen.

At the same time, her tail constricted, cutting off Leon's air.

His face turned red, his already weakened body quickly growing more desperate for oxygen.

But even as he teetered on the brink of death, Leon never looked away from Rossweise, his gaze defiant.

The standoff lasted a few more seconds, and just as Leon was about to lose consciousness, the queen released her tail.

"Such a stubborn fool. But it doesn't matter—you're about to die."

"If you're going to kill me, do it quickly," Leon rasped.

"Hmph, is that all the great Dragon Slayer can say before he dies? Such a cliché last request."

Rossweise sneered. "Tell me, great hero, do you have a wife? Children? If not, when you die here, won't your family line end with you?"

Her words were meant to provoke, to humiliate the once-glorious human hero.

It was the rightful mockery of a victor over the vanquished.

"The fall of a Dragon Slayer usually heralds the rise of a new hero."

"But it seems that in your case, there's no one to take up your mantle, is there?"

Rossweise's hand, soft and pale, traced one of the scars on Leon's face as she spoke, her voice dripping with feigned pity.

"What a waste. Someone as powerful as you—if you hadn't been betrayed, you could've accomplished so much more."

"Your descendants would've basked in the glory, and the Dragon Clan would've eventually been wiped out."

"You would've been immortalized as a legend, revered by future generations."

"But alas—"

She paused, then chuckled darkly.

"You'll die here."

SHK—

Rossweise's nails dragged across Leon's face, leaving a fresh, shallow cut.

She brought her blood-stained finger to her lips, licking it slowly, savoring the taste.

Leon raised his head, staring at her smug face, then at the blood on her lips.

Suddenly, a thought of revenge flashed through his mind.

He remembered an ancient spell he had learned long ago.

A spell that could only be used once in a lifetime.

And there was no better time than now.

"Your Majesty..." Leon's voice was hoarse.

"Oh? Are you finally begging for mercy? I won't be swayed so easily, brave Dragon Slayer~"

"Your Majesty, you asked if I had any descendants... didn't you?"

Rossweise raised a delicate brow. "What, do you actually have some?"

"I didn't before... but soon I will."

"Wh-What are you talking abou—"

Before she could finish, Leon's eyes snapped up to meet hers.

In that instant, Rossweise felt her body go weak, her mind clouded.

In his gaze, there seemed to be a ripple of power, controlling her very will.

She was no longer in control of her body as she stepped toward Leon, her hands reaching out to embrace him tightly.

But that was only the beginning.

She lifted Leon's face and kissed him.

Leon despised the dragons, but for the sake of revenge before his death, he endured it.

The kiss lasted for several seconds. Rossweise's already flushed face turned an even deeper shade of red, her breath growing rapid.

Leon knew it was time.

—

An hour later, Rossweise slowly opened her eyes.

Her consciousness returned, and she immediately felt a deep exhaustion.

Looking down, her clothes were in disarray, her breasts exposed, and her pale skin dotted with traces of blood.

"You're awake, Your Majesty. Or should I call you... Queen Mother now?" Leon's voice came from across the room, accompanied by a mocking smile.

Rossweise turned to the sound, seeing that Leon's chains had been unlocked. Yet, he hadn't fled.

Perhaps he knew that his weakened body would be of no use even if he managed to escape. So, he stayed, waiting for her to wake.

Biting her lip, Rossweise quickly straightened her clothes and stormed over, grabbing Leon by the collar. Her voice was filled with fury.

"You! What did you do to me? How did you make me pregnant? What kind of trick did you use?"

Leon smirked, unbothered by her anger. "Your Majesty, you've made two mistakes."

Rossweise's grip tightened on his collar. "What mistakes?"

Leon didn't answer Rossweise directly. Instead, he spoke calmly, almost mockingly.

"First, as a dragon, you really shouldn't be alone with someone as well-trained as I am—especially a dragon slayer."

"Second, I don't care about your… peculiar tastes, nor do I want to. But you really shouldn't have tasted my blood."

Rossweise's eyes widened, her dragon pupils narrowing in panic. 'What did this damned human do to me while my mind was clouded?'

"One-time-use charm magic, Blood's Enchantment... I wonder if you've heard of it, Your Majesty."

"The concept is simple. All it takes is for the target to drink a drop of the caster's blood. From there, magic ripples through, weakening their will and... making them act on their desires."

"To be honest, I never wanted to use such a dirty trick on you."

"But I must admit, you've got quite the silver tongue. You really got to me. So, I decided to repay you in kind, dear Queen."

From a certain perspective, Leon's plan had succeeded. He had thoroughly disgusted Rossweise before his death. Yet, he didn't feel particularly victorious.

As a dragon slayer, he had now been... tainted by a dragon.

To him, that was nothing short of a disgrace.

But he forced himself to press on, determined to ensure Rossweise fully understood the humiliation he was delivering.

"And now, I can finally answer your earlier question. Yes, I do have a child. And that child is inside you."

The smug grin that crept across Leon's face only made Rossweise angrier. The proud Silver Dragon Queen—tricked by a man on the brink of death? How could this have happened?

For a brief moment, Rossweise was speechless, unsure of what to say or do.

Just as she had once stood above him, mocking his defeat, it was now Leon's turn to stab at her, twisting the knife deeper with each word.

"Your Majesty, I'm sure you can already feel the changes happening inside you. And you know what this means—I am now your one and only breeding partner. That's how it works for dragons, right?"

Leon continued with surprising ease, as though just days ago, his army hadn't been completely wiped out. Now, he spoke like a victor delivering a speech.

"My child is already taking root in your womb."

"If you plan to kill them after they're born, go ahead."

"But keep in mind, by the time that happens, I'll have been dead for ten months. And without me, you won't be able to reproduce with anyone else."

"What was it you said earlier? Oh, right. You said my family line was about to end."

"Well, now you know exactly how that feels."

Every word Leon spoke was sharp and cutting, each one like a dagger plunged into Rossweise's heart.

Though his words were harsh, Leon's body was rapidly deteriorating. His vision blurred, and his eyelids felt like they weighed a thousand pounds. He could feel his body temperature slowly slipping away.

The end was near.

His breathing became labored, more exhaling than inhaling now.

"Right now, I bet you want to kill me, don't you, Your Majesty? The bastard who ruined your dignity. Well... no need for you to bother. I'll…"

His lungs began to give out, and after a few final, violent heartbeats, his pulse began to fade.

"Silver Dragon Queen Rossweise... give birth to our child... and I'll be waiting for you in hell."

With that, the once-great dragon-slaying hero Leon Casmodeous breathed his last.

The final piece of his shattered armor slipped from his shoulder, falling to the ground with a crisp clang.

The sound echoed through the vast dungeon, reverberating over and over, each note hammering Rossweise's heart.

For a long time, the Silver Dragon Queen stood in silence, slowly steadying her breathing.

At last, she lifted her gaze, her slitted dragon pupils burning with a newfound, unquenchable fire.

"You want to die? Not that easily."

"Leon Cosmorde, our child won't grow up without a father

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