Chapter 0012-Shut Up Dragon I Don’t Want to Have Kids With You Anymore

At this point the Empire was completely reversed in Leon’s eyes, like a bustling metropolis hanging in the sky.

“Look at your homeland, Leon Casmode, look at it, and I will make you lose your dignity again before it.”

Once again, Loseweather began her torment of Leon.

As Loseweather had said, even trained dragonslayers simply could not control the creature’s reproductive instincts.

Especially the males.

“Squeak… squeak… squeak…”

With a warm rhythmic movement, the branches made a rhythmic sound, all so harsh and scratchy to Leon’s ears.

The lights of the distant empire were reflected in his pupils.

But a light as beautiful as that couldn’t illuminate Leon’s eyes, which were losing their high beams.

“No blinking, Leon, keep a good eye on your home for me.”

“Yeah, look at ~~ well – look at it!”

“All your honor and dignity come from there, and everything you do is for there.”

“But… hiss~ – but now you tell me what we’re doing? Hmm?”

“Say, Leon, what are we doing? What are we, in the presence of the empire you are guarding!”

When Loseweather is in the throes of love, she always seems to be a little out of control.

I don’t know if this is because of herself or the thrill the dragons get when they get their revenge. Sensation.

Leon couldn’t resist at all.

That silver tail restricts his movement.

Los Vespers is like a flexible viper, flirtatious, alluring, but deadly.

She reveled in the success of her revenge while constantly stripping Leon of what was left of his dignity.

“See, Leon, you endured humiliation for your empire, and were trashed by me as if you were a toy.”

“But what has your empire done for you?”

“You can now only endure this shame while looking at the land you so desperately guarded, and neither of you can save anyone.”

“Want to keep the last of your dignity, great dragonslayer?”

“Then hold back, hold back, hold back, understand? Hahaha–“

“Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak-“

The sound from the branches continued to accelerate, as if they were on the verge of being crushed.

Lossweather tilted her head back, and the glow of the dragon tattoo on her chest turned completely purple.

In that moment, she wanted to pinch the ribs of the man beneath her.

The dragons’ expression of their excitement is this simple destruction and devastation.

But Loseweather managed to control it.

The dragons, except when they first reproduced