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Stop Calling Me "Mate"! I Only Defeated You Once, Not Married You! (Web Novel) - Volume 8, Chapter 49: What the Hell Is This Guy Talking About Again?
Volume 8, Chapter 49: What the Hell Is This Guy Talking About Again?
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“What the hell are these people even saying...”After a short mental breakdown, Leon finally seized a chance to cut through the madness.
“Master! Mistress! Rosvisser and I aren’t married yet. We came here because we’re being hunted by the patrols—we uncovered a secret of the Empire!”
The mistress blinked. The master raised a brow. Then the two of them looked at each other and, in perfect unison, nodded.
Leon sighed in relief.
“Thank god, finally we can talk about something serious—”
Mistress:
“When you say not married yet, does that mean you plan to get married later?”
Master:
“So, there’s no baby after all?”
“...I should’ve let Victor stab me to death a month ago,” Leon thought, dead-eyed.
Rosvisser glanced between them, realizing that if she let this keep going, there’d be no coming back from it. So she spoke up.
“Sir, ma’am, here’s what actually happened—”
She explained everything: their infiltration of the Imperial City, the hidden lab beneath the palace, the discovery of the Heart-Protecting Scales. Leon handed over the experimental report he’d taken as proof.
After listening and reading through the documents, the old couple finally understood the full story.
“Now you see,” Leon said, his voice tight, “for the sake of their own gain, the Empire’s secretly prolonging this war.
Countless soldiers have died on the battlefield, and the people’s loyalty and hope have been wasted on a false, tangled idea of heroism the Empire built to feed itself. We have to expose their lies. Otherwise this war will drag on for years more—costing thousands more lives.”
The master stared at the report for a long moment before speaking slowly.
“So what you’re saying is... humans and dragons could’ve let go of their hatred long ago. Maybe we couldn’t coexist peacefully, but at least we could’ve lived apart in peace. But because the Empire—and some of those so-called allied Dragon Kings—manipulated things behind the scenes, the human-dragon war only grew worse.”
Leon blinked. That was true... but somehow it didn’t sound like a response to his point about overthrowing the Empire.
Wasn’t the old man’s focus a little... off?
Still, Leon played along.
“That’s not wrong, Master. I used to think dragons were vicious, bloodthirsty monsters—but now it’s clear a lot of the hatred was stirred up by the Empire itself.”
Before the master could reply, the mistress leaned forward, her bright blue eyes sparkling.
“So you’re saying you actually think dragons are... good?”
Leon froze. What was with these two tonight?
Why were all their questions about dragons? Weren’t they supposed to be planning how to fight back against the damn Empire?
Why did it feel like they were defending dragonkind instead?
Leon stayed silent, but Rosvisser jabbed him in the ribs and whispered:
“She’s talking to you. Answer her.”
He leaned close and muttered back, just loud enough for her to hear:
“Something’s weird. It’s like they’re trying to make dragons sound good on purpose.”
Rosvisser raised an eyebrow.
“Are they?”
“Yeah. You’d think there were more dragons here besides you.”
“...Heh.”
Well, you caught me.
Rosvisser sighed softly and smiled.
“Never mind. Go on. Say whatever you want.”
Leon frowned but turned back to the mistress to answer honestly.
“Not that I think dragons are perfect. Even if they aren’t savage beasts, they’ve got their flaws.”
The mistress’s face shifted instantly.
“What flaws?”
The master immediately stood up, sharp as ever.
“Ah—uh—I’ll go check on Aju in the barn. You kids talk.”
Leon blinked.
“Master, you’re checking on a donkey? In the middle of the night? Won’t you wake it up?”
The old man grabbed his coat, lit a cigarette, and waved without looking back.
“Worry about yourself, kid.”
“Huh?”
He didn’t reply—just walked out and shut the door behind him.
“Leon! Speak. What flaws?”
The mistress leaned over the table, bracing her hands on the surface and narrowing her eyes. It wasn’t an angry glare—she just didn’t have an angry glare, so she tried to compensate by pressing her chin down to look fierce.
“Uh... flaws of dragonkind...?” Leon hesitated.
He didn’t understand why she was so worked up, but still, he tried to answer sincerely.
“Well, for starters... they’re stubborn? A bit proud? Kind of narcissistic? They like to argue, and when the conversation doesn’t go their way, they hit people with their tails, and—ow!”
Before he could finish, Rosvisser’s heel connected squarely with his foot under the table.
“Rosvisser, what the hell—why’d you kick me?!”
The Queen crossed her arms and gave him a sharp side-eye.
“I didn’t kick. Must’ve been your imagination.”
“You told me to say whatever I wanted!”
Rosvisser smirked. “Then why didn’t you listen when I told you to marry me?”
“You damned dragon—”
The mistress snapped, “What dragon?”
“...”
“How many more misunderstandings can possibly happen in one night?!”
Leon slammed his forehead down on the table, completely defeated.
“Mistress, would you believe me if I said this woman’s nickname is ‘Mother Dragon’?”
The mistress’s face softened immediately. “Of course I would.”
Leon looked up, eyes wide and hopeful.
“Really, Mistress?”
“Fake.”
She sat back down, shot Rosvisser a knowing glance, then turned back to Leon.
“All right, Leon. Be honest. Who is this girl, really?”
Her lips were already twitching upward. Leon knew there was no point lying anymore.
“Well, she’s actually... actually—”
“Wait.”
The mistress raised a hand and glanced toward the door, humming:
“Stop eavesdropping, I know you’re still there. Get back in here.”
A moment later, the door creaked open. The master stepped back inside, cigarette finished, expression calm.
He sat beside his wife and said mildly:
“There’s a right time for the right words.”
Leon thought to himself, Ah, the wisdom of a married man—knows exactly when to shut up and when to sit down.
“Good. Now you can tell us,” the mistress said.
Her temperament was just like a cat’s—soft and sweet when stroked the right way, but the moment you ruffled her fur, both Leon and his master would rather stop breathing than talk back.
Leon exhaled slowly, bracing himself.
“The truth is... Rosvisser is a dragon. The Silver Dragon Queen. A month ago, I attacked her sanctuary—she surrendered and became my captive. Someone came to rescue her later, but she didn’t leave. Said she wanted to prove something. So we built trust, and since then—hey, wait! Why do you two look so calm about this? That’s not a normal reaction!”
The master simply shrugged. Once a professional dragonslayer, he’d retired long enough that sitting across from one didn’t faze him anymore.
“What about you, Mistress?!” Leon demanded.
The mistress didn’t look scared at all—if anything, she looked relieved. There was even a faint sense of “Ah, finally, another one of us.”
“Well... since it’s come to this, Leon, we might as well tell you.”
“Master, if you tell me now that you’re a dragon too, I honestly won’t even be surprised anymore.”
So much had happened tonight that Leon felt nothing could shock him now.
“Oh no, not me,” the master said, smiling faintly. “But you’re close.”
“...Then what?”
“Your mistress is.”
Leon:
“...What the hell are you talking about now?!”
