Chapter 0063-Shut Up Dragon I Don’t Want To Have Any More Kids With You

Breaking Defense.

His defenses were as good as paper mache in front of Los Vespers, and they broke at the drop of a hat.

Leon would rather fight this she-dragon for three hundred rounds on a blood-soaked battlefield than suffer her mental attacks in bed all day.

Nima.

The subject of “Resistance to Stress” isn’t taught at the Dragonslayer Institute, either!

Losweather patted Leon on the head, “Alright, clean up, we have to fill Noa in later.”

Leon moved his half-dead arms and legs, “I’ve gone back to my old self overnight in this physical condition, so I’ll rest for a day and make up for it.”

Losweather nodded and didn’t force him, “Good.”

So nice to talk.

That looks like last night was really satisfying.

Leon mentally sighed again.

It was so hard to practice the divine medicine, but it turned out that the potency of the medicine was all used in doing that.

Can she not be satisfied?

She should be satisfied even if she is ironclad.

Loseweather put away her playfulness and began to silently clean up the messy room.

Watching her methodically clean up, Leon pursed his lips and explained, “I really can’t get out of bed …… or I would have helped you clean up together.”

“Uh, all right.”

Truth be told, Loseweather’s housekeeping skills are also top notch.

In minutes, the messy room was probably cleaned up in a way that you could look at it.

Looking at her hands and feet, Leon was a little curious, with so many hickeys on her body, she certainly didn’t toss and turn lightly last night, but how did she get up in the morning as if she was fine?

Gee, is this the Dragon’s range?

It’s really intimidating.

Meticulous cleaning is next.

She was still holding the handle in her hand and doing it with great skill.

Leon had thought that she, a silver dragon queen, never did such chores.

In a trance, he seemed to see the shadow of his master’s mother in Los Vespers.

The simple, hard-working rancher’s wife did her chores with such care and attention.

Leon’s mood sank a little lower at the thought.

Last night s memory was incomplete, but he still vaguely remembered that he seemed to say he …… was homesick.

More than two years …… can you not want to.

I don’t know how Master and Mistress are doing.

Leon snapped his fingers, hesitated, and finally said to Loseweather that

“That …… Remember that bet we made earlier? Let your daughters call you mom and see if they’d be happier?”

Stopping her chores for the moment, Losweather turned back and said, “Well, remember. Have you thought about what to ask for?”

Ho, so painful, it seems