Her voice was cold but carried the authority of a queen. At the same time, the tail's grip around Leon's neck tightened steadily. Leon's face turned red from the lack of oxygen to his already weakened body, and death was imminent.
Yet, he continued to stare defiantly at Rosvitha, showing no sign of backing down.
The two remained in a deadlock, and just as Leon was about to lose consciousness, Rosvitha retracted her tail.
"You're a tough one. But it doesn't matter, you'll be dead soon," She said.
"Whether to kill or mutilate, do as you wish. Just make it quick," Leon retorted.
"Hmph, is this cliché last words all the mighty Dragon Slayer can muster on his deathbed?" The Silver Dragon Queen sneered.
Rosvitha sneered contemptuously, "So, great dragon slayer, do you have a wife? Children? If not, dying here means the end of your family line, doesn't it?"
She used words to provoke this once highly celebrated hero of the human race. This was the victor's mockery of the vanquished, rightfully so.
"The fall of a dragon slayer often heralds the rise of a new generation of heroes."
"But in your case, it seems there's no one to carry on, hmm?"
Rosvitha extended her hand, and the delicate fingertips gently traced over the wounds on Leon's face, her tone filled with hypocritical pity.
"It's a shame. If not betrayed by petty individuals, a powerful human like you could have achieved even more miracles and glory, don't you think?"
"Your descendants will also enjoy wealth and prosperity, and one day the dragon race will be eradicated by your kind."
"You will become a revered hero for generations, cherished and praised by countless people."
"Unfortunately—"
"Heh, you're about to die here~"
Click—
Rosvitha's fingers abruptly scratched, adding another small wound to Leon's face. Her fingertips had a bit of blood, but instead of hastily wiping it away, she leisurely brought them to her lips, using her tongue to lick Leon's blood clean gently.
Leon slowly lifted his head, gazing at Rosvitha's triumphant smile and then glancing at the traces of blood at the corner of her mouth. Suddenly, a vengeful thought popped into his mind.
Leon recalled a magic he had learned a long time ago.
"That kind of magic, usable only once in a lifetime, is known as the Blood Enchantment. And there's no better time for its effect than now."
"Your Majesty…" Leon spoke with a raspy voice.
"Oh? Ready to plead for mercy? I won't spare you easily, brave dragon slayer," She said.
"Your Majesty, you asked me about descendants earlier, right?" Leon asked.
Rosvitha raised an eyebrow flirtatiously and asked, "What, could it be that you really do?"
"Not before, but… soon there will be!" He replied
"What, what do you mean—" She continued.
Before the words were finished, Leon suddenly lifted his head, locking eyes with Rosvitha. In that moment, she felt her body went weak, and her consciousness gradually blurred.
In the dragon slayer's eyes, there seemed to be a ripple manipulating her brain. Uncontrollably, she walked towards Leon, lifted her hands and embraced him tightly. But this was just the appetiser. She lifted Leon's face and kissed him directly.
Despite his intense aversion to the dragon race, Leon endured it to retaliate against the Silver Dragon Queen before his impending death.
The kiss continued for several seconds, and the queen's already slightly intoxicated face became even more flushed, her breathing quickening.
Leon knew that the time had come. An hour later, Rosvitha slowly opened her eyes.
As awareness returned, she immediately felt utterly exhausted. Lowering her gaze, she saw her dishevelled attire, a partly exposed bosom, and faint traces of blood on her fair and smooth skin.
"You're awake, Your Majesty, or should I say, Queen Mom now?" Leon, not far away, said with a smile.
Rosvitha looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the enchanted chains binding Leon's hands and feet had been undone, yet he hadn't attempted to escape.
Perhaps knowing that his dying body wouldn't be useful even if he escaped, he chose to wait here for Rosvitha to wake up.
Rosvitha bit her lip, hastily got up, adjusted her clothing, and walked over, grabbing his collar, angrily asking, "You want to impregnate me? What method did you use?!"
"Your Majesty, since a moment ago, you've made two mistakes," Leon responded without directly answering Rosvitha, speaking calmly.
Leon didn't directly answer Rosvitha but continued in a composed manner.
"First, as a dragon, you shouldn't be alone with a rigorously trained Dragon Slayer."
"Second, I don't know your preferences, nor am I interested, but you absolutely should not have, under any circumstances, tasted a drop of my blood."
Rosvitha's eyes showed panic, and the normally vertical pupils of her dragon eyes displayed a rare moment of confusion.
What the hell did this damned human do to her while she was in a state of hypnosis just now?
"The enchantment magic used only once in a lifetime, the Blood Enchantment. I wonder if Her Majesty the Queen has ever heard of it."
"The principle is straightforward. Once the other person drinks a drop of your blood, magical ripples dissolve their will, making them willingly engage with you."
"I was initially disdainful of using such underhanded methods against you."
"But I have to admit, your verbal skills are impressive. You messed with my mindset, so I retaliated this way, my dear Queen."
In a sense, Leon's plan succeeded, and he did manage to disgust Rosvitha before his imminent death truly. But he wasn't as pleased.
As a Dragon Slayer, he found himself entangled with a mother dragon…
This, undoubtedly, was a disgrace for him.
But to thoroughly make Rosvitha feel this humiliation, Leon forced himself to continue,
"So, now I can answer your earlier question. Yes, I have a child, and they are currently in your belly."
Seeing Leon's triumphant expression after the successful retaliation, Rosvitha was both anxious and enraged.
How could she, the majestic Silver Dragon Queen, be played by this dying man?
For a moment, Rosvitha was uncertain about how to handle the situation. Anything she said or did at this moment seemed somewhat feeble and powerless. Just as she mocked Leon from a position of superiority earlier, now it was Leon's turn to strike a blow to her heart.
"Your Majesty, I believe you can now clearly feel the changes in your body. At the same time, you understand that I have become the sole object for your future reproduction. This is the reproduction rule of your dragon race, isn't it?"
Leon spoke eloquently. Just a few days ago, his Dragon Slayer army was in disarray, but now he seemed like a triumphant speaker.
"Now, my child is rooting and sprouting in your womb."
"If you plan to kill them directly after birth, that's fine."
"But you should consider that by then, I, the first person to mate with you, will have been dead for ten months. You won't be able to mate with anyone else."
"What did you just say? Queen, oh, you mentioned that my family might become extinct."
"Now, do you understand my feelings a bit?"
Leon's words were cutting, each sentence like a dagger, ruthlessly stabbing into Rosvitha's heart. However, despite the cutting words, Leon's body was rapidly deteriorating. His consciousness began to blur, eyelids heavy as if carrying a thousand pounds. He could even feel his body temperature slowly slipping away. The end was approaching, but that was just how it was. Leon's breathing became increasingly difficult, exhaling more than inhaling.
"Your Majesty probably wants to kill this scoundrel who has defiled your purity, right? Well, you don't have to do it personally, Your Majesty… I…"
His lungs began to stop contracting, and after a few violent heartbeats, the heart gradually weakened.
"With these words, the Dragon Slayer, a hero of his generation, breathed his last."
The last piece of broken armour on his shoulder fell off, hitting the ground with a crisp sound.
This sound echoed in the vast dungeon, repeatedly pounding on Rosvitha's heart.
After a long silence, the Silver Dragon Queen slowly regained her composure. She raised her gaze, and in her vertical dragon pupils, a flame of undying determination ignited, and she murmured,
"You want to die? It's not that easy."
"Leon Casmode, our child can't be without a father."