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Stop Calling Me "Mate"! I Only Defeated You Once, Not Married You! (Web Novel) - Volume 8, Chapter 45: A Special Feeling
Volume 8, Chapter 45: A Special Feeling
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After that conversation about whether it was the Empire that sent Victor to betray him, Leon hadn’t spoken a single word to Rosvisser for two days.Just when she began to think that this version of Casmod would remain a loyal lapdog of the Empire forever, he came to her of his own accord on the third evening.
“I’ve been thinking,” Leon said slowly.
“And... just like you said, maybe this is the truth I’ve never wanted to face. But regardless, I need to investigate. Victor’s betrayal was aimed straight at me, and I can’t just sit around waiting for another knife in the back — even if that means questioning the Empire I’ve served my whole life.”
That was Leon — a man of action through and through.
He might’ve taken two days to process it, but Rosvisser knew that was only because she’d just overloaded his mental “CPU” with the kind of logic shock only a system administrator could deliver.
What mattered was that he’d made the decision in the end.
This was the Leon she remembered — the man who never gave up, never stood still, never let anyone dictate his fate. That defiant streak was part of his very bones.
(Especially when it came to defying her orders to turn in homework back in the day — the queen remembered that part vividly.)
“So,” she asked lightly, “when are you going to start?”
“When we return.”
“To the Empire?”
He nodded.
Rosvisser’s eyes narrowed.
“That’ll be too late, Leon.”
She looked straight into his eyes through the iron bars.
“I already told you about Victor. If it really was the Empire pulling the strings, then your time is running out. They’ve probably already prepared their contingency plan for when the assassination failed. Do you know what that means?”
Leon frowned.
“A contingency... You mean the Redflame Dragons we ran into after we left the Silver Dragon Sanctuary?”
Rosvisser nodded. “Exactly. Once the Empire dares to move against its strongest weapon in the dragon war, there’s nothing it won’t do — including working with dragons.”
Leon drew a long breath, forcing himself to take in that explosive theory.
“If the Empire truly colludes with dragons, then that’s my first lead,” he said quietly. “The most urgent thing now is to confirm whether they really do want me dead. Everything else can wait until after that.”
Rosvisser’s lips curved. “Then you need to catch them off guard.”
“Catch them off guard?”
“Yes,” she said, tilting her head with that familiar teasing glint in her eyes. “Start now.”
Leon blinked. “Now? Out here? The Imperial court isn’t exactly going to send agents wandering through the wilderness to talk to the Dragon Army.”
“Then let’s strike first — blitz the Empire!” she said, gripping the bars, her silver eyes shining with excitement.
Leon’s eye twitched. “Blitz the... Empire? You mean go back early?”
She hummed affirmatively.
“But even if we go full march, we’re only three or four days away. The Empire will have prepared everything by then,” Leon said. “And I can’t exactly fly, unlike you dragons.”
Rosvisser smiled faintly.
“You can’t fly,” she said softly, “but I can. I can take you there. What takes your army three days, I can do in half an hour.”
The Silver Dragons were famed for their speed — and this one had once been the royal family’s own mount.
Leon exhaled sharply. “...That means I’d have to remove your anti-magic chains.”
Her silver gaze met his dark eyes. His expression was a mixture of suspicion, hesitation, and something else — something warmer.
He knew it was the only option.
Rosvisser slowly stepped back. The clinking of her shackles broke the silence.
“You’re right,” she said calmly. “If you want to strike first, you’ll have to trust me. I know this sounds like I’m luring you into unlocking my chains — but believe me, running or fighting you now means nothing to me. Because I still have something I must finish. Until then... I’m not going anywhere.”
“Not away from you”, she added silently. But saying that aloud would only scare the idiot off.
“That thing you have to finish,” Leon asked quietly, “is it the same thing you said you wanted to prove?”
Rosvisser nodded. “Yes.”
“How important is it to you?”
She pressed a finger to her lips, thought for a moment, then answered:
“Very. It’s the reason I’m here.”
Over the past month, Leon had realized that this dragon queen was unlike any other dragon he’d encountered. She wasn’t savage or greedy — she was calm, gentle, even warm. Sometimes she teased him like a mischievous woman, but mostly, she spoke like a comrade.
He wasn’t good at seeing through lies. Even when Victor had drawn the ivory dagger, Leon hadn’t suspected a thing.
Yet somehow... he couldn’t bring himself to doubt her. Her gaze was too clear. Too honest. Too beautiful.
He didn’t know what this feeling was — this strange, wordless connection between them.
But at this point, there was no other choice.
He had to gamble.
After a long silence, Leon sighed, looked up at her, and said:
“I don’t think I’ll regret this.”
He pulled the key from his belt and unlocked the magic-sealing cage.
Night had fallen. Most of the Dragon Army was asleep. No one would notice that their commander himself had released the captured Dragon Queen.
The metal rattled as Rosvisser stepped down from the cage. At the edge, she looked down and said:
“It’s awkward for me to climb down. Help me.”
Leon blinked. “Help you? Can’t you just jump?”
“I said help me — oh, I get it. You want to hold me.”
Leon: “...”
“Well then, as a reward for your gallantry, I’ll allow it,” she teased.
“Would holding you make you talk less?”
“Worth a try,” she quipped.
Leon sighed, spread his arms, and muttered, “Fine. Come on.”
Rosvisser grinned, then leapt down — straight into his arms.
Her body was soft and warm, the faint scent of silver frost clinging to her hair. Much better than the scaly lizards he’d imagined dragons to be.
“Had enough, hero?” she murmured from his chest.
Leon quickly set her down, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. Then, without looking at her, he unlocked the rest of her shackles.
“We don’t have much time,” he said. “Let’s move before sunrise — if the others see we’re both gone, I can’t explain it.”
“Just tell them we eloped,” she said sweetly.
He froze. “Is that even something humans say?”
“I’m not human,” she sighed, amused. “Now come on, stop talking.”
She led him out toward a clearing beyond the camp. Transforming would make noise; they needed distance.
“Stay back,” she warned, smiling faintly. “I’d hate to step on you.”
Leon stepped back obediently.
Rosvisser spread her arms — then her wings. Magic flared, wrapping around her in a swirl of silver light.
Moments later, the wings opened again — vast, majestic, radiant under the moonlight.
Her silver scales shimmered like starlight across her long, graceful form — a living masterpiece.
The dragon lowered her head, her voice soft but commanding.
“Get on.”
Leon hesitated, then climbed onto her back.
“Hold on tight, Leon,” she said. “We’re taking off.”
The ground shook, and with a rush of wind, they rose into the night sky — the silver dragon and the human hero cutting through the darkness together.
