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Stop Calling Me "Mate"! I Only Defeated You Once, Not Married You! (Web Novel) - Volume 8, Chapter 47: Thirteen Years After Marriage, My Husband Held My Hand for the First Time
Volume 8, Chapter 47: Thirteen Years After Marriage, My Husband Held My Hand for the First Time
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Leon and Rosvisser were in luck—they somehow managed to sneak their way onto a carriage going in and out of the Imperial City.The carriage rattled and jolted along the cobblestone road for over an hour before coming to a stop.
“This is the Dragon Army’s transport line. First stop, Imperial City silk and special goods storage. The cargo will be kept in the royal warehouse tonight for inspection by King Kant tomorrow,” came the voice of the convoy leader from outside.
Inside the carriage, the two of them held their breath, tension clear in their faces. The Imperial City was under heavy guard—if any of the sentries suddenly decided to check the carriage, Leon and Rosvisser wouldn’t even have a place to hide. At that point, their options would be surrender—or blowing themselves up with the Empire in the blast.
And knowing the temperaments of General Leon and the Silver Dragon Queen, the latter was far more likely.
“All right, let them through. Quickly. Don’t waste time,” said the guard.
Hearing that, both Leon and Rosvisser quietly exhaled in relief.
The convoy kept moving. After a while, faint sounds of cargo being unloaded reached their ears. Using the cover of darkness, they slipped out of the carriage.
Few soldiers patrolled this late at night, and the dim torchlight made it easy to stay unseen. The two circled around to the back of the royal warehouse and began to discuss their next move.
“Where to next?”
Rosvisser asked.Leon bit his lower lip and glanced toward the heart of the Imperial compound—the place where the king and his closest advisors lived.
If one wanted to uncover the Empire’s secrets, that was undoubtedly the best place to look. But Leon didn’t move toward it immediately. Instead, he said:
“We’ve already used up all our luck just getting this far. Trying to sneak into the royal core with luck again would be impossible. The security there is even tighter—not even a bird could fly in.”
Rosvisser’s silver eyes shifted. “Then what do we do?”
She already knew another way to let Leon discover the truth about the Empire without setting foot inside the royal quarters. The underground research lab that stored the Heart-Protecting Scales.
That lab didn’t just store scales collected over years of war—it also studied their materials and effects. The stitched abominations, Old Constantine 1.0 and 2.0, had both been born there.
If Leon could see those research documents and learn what the Heart-Protecting Dragon Scales were used for, he would understand that the Empire’s true goal was to prolong the human-dragon war—and profit from it. So Rosvisser had to keep playing the role of a “guiding lover,” slowly leading Leon to uncover the truth himself.
“Let’s look around the outer sectors first. See if we can find anything. We can’t just come here for nothing,” Leon said.
“That’s exactly what your queen was thinking.”
“All right.”
Once they agreed, the two slipped past the warehouses and moved cautiously through the Imperial City.
They went first to the Royal Sorcerers’ quarters, then to the forges where weapons and armor were made. After brief inspection, nothing useful turned up. After circling half the city, Leon began to feel discouraged.
He stood atop a tall building, gazing toward the royal main tower. The moon hung behind it like a vast jade disc, casting a cold, hollow glow. A chill pierced through him—as if that lifeless building were a deep abyss hiding countless secrets and conspiracies.
Leon clenched his fist, brows furrowing.
“There’s really no way in...?”
Rosvisser stepped beside him, her eyes drifting to a corner of the compound.
“Is that... the place where they store the Heart-Protecting Scales?”
Leon followed her gaze. It was an old, run-down outpost building, a “No Entry” sign nailed to its front.
“It’s been abandoned for years. Used to be a guard post, I think,” Leon said.
Rosvisser raised a brow. “A guard post? If it’s just that, why put up a ‘No Entry’ sign after abandoning it?”
“...That...”
Leon had honestly never thought about it.
Every time he came to the capital, it was to receive commendations for his battle merits. He never paid attention to minor outposts, let alone questioned them. But now that Rosvisser pointed it out, it did seem suspicious.
“Three hours until dawn. We need time to fly back,” Rosvisser said.
“Since we’ve found nothing else, why not check it out? What do you think?”
Leon hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
“All right. Let’s go.”
The two leapt lightly from the rooftop. After making sure the area was clear, they dashed toward the abandoned outpost.
The door creaked in the night wind, old and frail. It looked every bit like a place long deserted. Leon frowned, not stepping forward immediately.
In the end, it was Rosvisser who approached. She ran her hand along the door handle, then said:
“No dust. Someone’s been coming and going regularly.”
She turned back to Leon. “Do we go in?”
Leon felt a strange premonition—that he was getting dangerously close to a truth he didn’t want to face. He took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and finally nodded with firm resolve.
“All right. We’re going in.”
Rosvisser smiled faintly.
They advanced carefully inside. The room was small and dark. Completely empty—not even a broken chair remained.
Every step echoed sharply against the old wooden floor. Thunk—thunk... After inspecting several times, Leon let out a soft sigh.
“Looks like there’s nothing here after all.”
“Don’t be so hasty. Think carefully—what feels different about this place compared to a normal abandoned hut?” Rosvisser asked, calm and composed.
Leon grimaced. He was about to suggest they give up and deal with things as they came, maybe just blow the place up if necessary—but he swallowed the thought.
Maybe Rosvisser’s gentle patience was cooling his irritation, or maybe he was simply too unwilling to walk away empty-handed. Either way, he didn’t leave.
He focused all his senses, straining to detect anything unusual. The dim light made it easier to sink into silence.
After a moment, his ears twitched.
“A sound... faint, very faint...”
But it wasn’t qi.
He tried to identify it. Not wood creaking. Not breathing or a heartbeat. It was—wind.
A soft current of air. Weak, but real.
Leon knelt down, moistening his fingertip before holding it near the floorboards. Soon, his finger stopped above one particular plank.
“All the airflow... it’s coming from underneath here,” Leon said, excitement creeping into his voice. “That means there’s another space below this hut!”
Rosvisser smiled approvingly.
“Impressive. You actually found it.”
“You’re the one who NvIight (Original source) told me to look closer. Otherwise I’d have already walked out.”
Rosvisser crossed her arms, adopting a playful, teasing pose.
“Then shouldn’t you say something nice to thank me?”
Leon blinked, then looked away, scratching his hair awkwardly.
“Th-thank you...”
“Who am I?”
“Melkv... Rosvisser.”
“Say it together.”
“Thank you, Rosvisser.”
“Now I’m satisfied.” She nodded, amused.
“All right. Since we found the hidden space, let’s go down.”
“Mm.”
Together they pried up the floorboards, revealing a staircase descending into the depths. They exchanged a glance, nodded in silent understanding, and went down one after the other.
Following the winding passage, they reached an underground hall. Far ahead, a faint light glimmered through an open doorway.
“Let’s check that out,” Leon said.
“Okay.”
They hurried toward it.
Inside was a laboratory—but Rosvisser didn’t sense any aura of primordial magic. It wasn’t used for researching Origin Power.
“What’s that?”
Leon asked as he approached a glass storage case deeper inside.
He leaned close, peering under the dim light. Inside, neatly lined up, were rows of—“Dragon scales?”
Leon frowned in confusion.
“What does this mean? Why are there dragon scales here? Could Imperial scholars be studying them?”
“These aren’t ordinary scales,” Rosvisser said as she came to stand beside him.
“They’re Heart-Protecting Dragon Scales.”
“Heart-Protecting... what are they for?”
“To keep you alive,” she said softly, “so you could become my husband. They’re part of dragon lore—insurance, you might say. A Heart-Protecting Scale carries a dragon’s powerful life force.”
As she spoke, she handed him a stack of experimental reports.
“As for what the Empire’s collecting them for—read this.”
Leon took the papers, skeptical. His eyes moved down the page—and then widened.
“They transplanted Heart-Protecting Scales into royal ministers... granting them lifespans over a hundred years?!”
Rosvisser shrugged.
“That’s probably why the Empire offered huge bounties for capturing Dragon Kings alive. Once a dragon’s dead, the scales lose their use. And from this report, those granted longevity aren’t few. They’re the hidden upper echelon—the shadow rulers who share power with King Kant. But clearly, the Empire still doesn’t have enough scales.”
Leon clenched his fists. He had once wondered why the Empire wanted him dead even when peace seemed possible—now he understood.
“They...”
He didn’t need Rosvisser to explain further. The truth was clear.
“They don’t want the war to end,” he said bitterly. “If I live, this war between humans and dragons would end within a few years. Then they’d stop getting new Heart-Protecting Scales.”
“So I...”
He lowered his eyes, memories flashing—the image of Victor driving an ivory dagger into his heart.
“So I... had to die.”
Rosvisser silently exhaled.
“My young husband actually figured it out. Not bad.”
For the next few seconds of silence, she could almost hear Leon cursing the Empire in his mind a thousand times.
She didn’t mind letting his anger settle—but then...
“I heard something from this way!”
“Someone snuck in! Check it out!”
“Damn it, the floor’s been pried open! Alert all patrols!”
“Seal the capital gates—nothing leaves, not even a fly!”
“No one leaves alive with those secrets. Search every inch!”
Noise and heavy footsteps echoed from outside.
Rosvisser frowned.
“If we’re found, what do we do? We have no planned escape route, nowhere to hide.”
Leon stuffed the report into his chest pocket, then instinctively grabbed Rosvisser’s hand.
“I know a place to hide. It’s safe. Come with me.”
Rosvisser froze, her body stiff. Leon turned back, urging her:
“What’s wrong? Hurry! They’ll find us any second!”
She looked down at his hand wrapped tightly around her wrist, eyes blank for a moment. Hiss...
Could it be the base code acting up again...?
