Vol 8. Chapter 28: The Guinea Pig’s Resolve

The next day, Leon woke up on the bedroom floor. Why on the floor instead of the bed? He slowly turned his head and looked at the bed, snapped cleanly in two at the middle, and sighed helplessly once again.

"Looks like using four dragon marks at once was a bit too much after all..."

Actually, the bed in his and Rosvisser’s bedroom had already been replaced once, many years ago. Back then, the couple had only just gone from being all lovey-dovey to becoming completely inseparable, obsessed with each other’s souls and bodies to the point of never getting enough. Almost every night they would have several rounds of deep exchanges. Inevitably, the bedframe just couldn’t take their constant tossing about.

So in the end, Rosvisser had arranged for craftsmen to build them a sturdier bed.

According to the silver-smith who made it:

"Your Majesty, rest assured. Even if the sky were to fall last night, no matter how much you two indulge in dragonform on this bed, the frame will never collapse!"

But now, seeing the bedframe snapped clean through with his own eyes, Leon could only laugh bitterly and shake his head. Clearly, that craftsman had been bragging to Leon at the time. Still, it wasn’t exactly slander—he probably just hadn’t considered how destructive His Highness’s power could be when fighting in four-rune state.

Stretching his body a little, Leon lifted the blanket he had dragged to the floor and prepared to get up. Just then, a sleepy little hum drifted from beside him.

Following the sound, he saw Rosvisser.

She wore nothing but thin underwear, her long black hair spilling loosely down her shoulders, the sheer lace hinting at the soft curves of her breasts. The queen lay curled on the makeshift bedding, her long legs gripping the blanket beneath her, brow faintly furrowed as though displeased with her disheveled clothes.

"What time is it..." Rosvisser mumbled drowsily.

"A little past four."

"Oh—that’s early, I’ll sleep another two hours, then wake me up for work."

"It’s four in the afternoon."

"What do you mean afternoon... you’re still half-asleep..."

Rosvisser sat up dreamily, but from her vacant eyes it was clear her soul hadn’t caught up with her body yet. After a brief pause, she suddenly squeezed her eyes shut, then opened them again, raising a hand to rub at her temples.

"How could I have slept all the way into the afternoon... ugh. My head hurts. My neck and my waist hurt too..."

Neck and waist were common zones of their marital activity, so soreness in those areas was only natural after a night of passion. But the headache...

Leon guessed it was because last night Rosvisser had climaxed too many times. The marks of /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ indulgence only showed themselves once she woke in the morning. At certain rune states, when she was overwhelmed by successive orgasms, she sometimes lost control—her pupils whitening, even briefly blacking out for a few seconds. But last night, under the violent force of four dragon marks, the pleasure had been magnified tenfold.

Each peak they scaled together had driven Rosvisser’s sensory nerves into overload, the stimulus flooding her brain with far more intensity than ever before. The result was a lingering headache—one of the body’s own defense mechanisms.

That Leon had actually triggered the Dragon Queen’s defense mechanism...

No wonder the bedframe kept breaking.

After a short rest, Rosvisser’s discomfort eased somewhat, and she was clearly more awake.

Barefoot, she swung her long legs over the bedding, and when she landed, the soft flesh of her ass still jiggled faintly twice.

She slipped on her slippers and headed straight for the bathroom to wash up.

Leon ambled after her and leaned lazily against the bathroom doorframe, arms crossed, drawling:

"Don’t you think you could skip work today? Anna should be able to handle things for you."

"Even if I don’t work, I still have to make my rounds." Rosvisser replied while brushing her teeth, mouth foaming with toothpaste.

"Fine."

A workaholic through and through—after an all-night battle, she still thought first about her duties.

"The girls will be on summer break next week. Have you decided where to take them yet?" Rosvisser asked.

Leon shook his head.

"Not yet. But I did promise them I’d teach them super-forging this winter break."

"Mm. Then we’ll just stay home for now. With magic sword shards running rampant outside, it’s not too peaceful anyway. Safer to stay in."

After brushing her teeth, Rosvisser quickly splashed her face with water, then jogged out of the bathroom to her vanity. She immediately picked up her bottles and jars and started putting on makeup.

Leon strolled over to her dressing table, continuing the earlier topic.

"Also, I want to see how far Aurora has come in mastering the power of time. Remember how my mom said Aurora’s time power would grow stronger as she got older?"

Rosvisser nodded.

"I remember. But how far that divine power develops still depends on whether Aurora herself chooses to train and improve it, doesn’t it?"

"Yeah. The other day after the joint school meet, I chatted a bit with that Orion. She’d heard from Hefei that Aurora was our daughter, and said Aurora seemed to have some strange ability, like she could foresee things before they happened."

At that, Rosvisser raised an eyebrow, turning her head to Leon with interest.

"Foresee? I’ve never heard our daughters mention that. Could it be her time power is starting to awaken?"

"Probably. Last year, Aurora’s time power could only do something like rekindle a mayfly’s life. I bet over the past year, she’s been secretly practicing and developing it further."

After a pause, Leon added:

"But I don’t think Aurora’s ability is truly foresight."

"Then what is it?"

"Insight."

Leon explained:

"The last God of Time, Chronos, once peered into millions of possible outcomes for a single event within the Web of Time. Which means every matter has millions of different developments.

Aurora, perhaps by perceiving that web, can trace the development path of whatever she wants to know. Outwardly it looks like ‘foresight’."

Rosvisser listened, then nodded thoughtfully.

"I see... so Aurora hasn’t been idle this past year after all."

Leon chuckled. "It shows that little goddess is ambitious—she really wants to master that miraculous time power."

Rosvisser lowered her gaze, fell silent for a moment, then said a little wistfully:

"Yes, because she knows better than anyone how hard-won that power is. And what she bears isn’t only Chronos’s will, but also... that girl’s."

Leon drew a deep breath, then slowly let it out.

"Every time she talks about her friend from the Void, she turns lost and wistful."

Aurora understood better than anyone how precious the time power was, and more than anyone else, she had felt the shock and sorrow of that selfless sacrifice.

Though the girls each had their own personalities, at heart they were pure and kind.

So Aurora would not betray that Void girl, nor would she fail the power she inherited.

"But I don’t think we need to ask Aurora ourselves," Rosvisser said.

Leon blinked curiously.

"What do you mean by that?"

Rosvisser, having finished her light makeup, stood and went to the wardrobe, sifting through what to wear today.

"Because if that little rascal gains a new ability, the very first thing she’ll do is test it on the two of us. So..."

She slipped into a dress, tidied her hair, then turned back to Leon and continued:

"All we need to do is obediently wait to be our daughter’s guinea pigs."