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Stop Calling Me "Mate"! I Only Defeated You Once, Not Married You! (Web Novel) - Volume 8, Chapter 50: Bubbles of a Dream
Volume 8, Chapter 50: Bubbles of a Dream
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Rosvisser knew cramming ten years’ worth of shocking revelations into Leon’s head in one night was enough to break any man. It was like going to bed as a pure, innocent young chef—and waking up the next morning to find a lust-starved noblewoman waiting for you.The trauma left on a young chef is usually a bent back. The trauma left on General Leon Casmod? A shattered worldview.
He leaned forward, arms sprawled across the table, trying his best to process the phrase “your mistress is a dragon.”
“No wonder back when I was a kid, she couldn’t help me with math or history, but every time homework involved dragons, she’d know everything...
I, Leon Casmod, have fought countless battles and earned first-class honors—and it turns out there’s been a first-class dragon living under my roof all along. No, wait—Master said she’s some kind of sea-dragon princess. That’s beyond first-class, that’s special grade.
Nearly twenty years, and I never noticed Mistress was a dragon. What the hell is that even...? Even the strongest dragon can’t compare to this twist!”
I can’t do this anymore... Is there a spell that can send me ten years into the future? I want to see what kind of wreck I’ll be by then...”
Leon mumbled into the table. Rosvisser sat upright, arms folded across her chest, glancing sidelong at him with a faint smirk.
“Ten years from now, you’ll be very happy.”
“Happy? As in, no dragons around me?”
“You’ll be surrounded by dragons.”
“...What?”
“Tch. Stop talking nonsense. You’re no prophet. How could you know what happens ten years later?”
Leon straightened up, collecting himself. Rosvisser didn’t press further.
Once he’d accepted the fact that his mistress was, in fact, a dragon, Leon finally got back to the actual reason they’d returned home.
“Anyway, I plan to unite the draconic legions and overthrow Kant’s rule.”
He said, firmly:
“An empire without war will be a better place than this.”
After a pause, he added, glancing toward the mistress:
“The same goes for dragonkind.”
He still remembered the chaos of battle—the fire, the cries, the blood—and realized he didn’t crave any of it anymore.
Rosvisser watched his profile quietly. Even if he was still young and rough-edged compared to the man he would become, he was already seeing the world from the perspective of all living beings.
That thought brought a soft smile to her lips. Neither Tiger, nor Hera had placed their hopes in vain. Leon had never betrayed any of them.
And that, once again, confirmed the certainty forming in Rosvisser’s heart—she had never loved the wrong man.
“When do you plan to start?” asked the master.
“I’ll need to gather reliable people first. Not every dragon unit will turn against the Empire,” Leon replied.
“If the Empire managed to buy Victor, they’ve already sown plenty of spies. I’ll have to investigate carefully and make sure those who stand with me are ones I can truly trust.”
The master nodded.
“Good. I’ll reach out to my own contacts too—help you build a network against the Empire. The more allies we have, the better.”
“Thank you, Master.”
“But that still might not be enough,” the mistress added. “What if the Empire still has hidden cards to play? We’ll need more help. For example...”
Leon turned to her, uncertain.
“For example... I could return to the Sea Dragon tribe and ask my sister for aid.”
“Your sister... Claudia?”
At the name, the master’s brow furrowed.
“When you decided to live with me, she made my life miserable for months. Are you sure she’d even agree to help?”
The mistress bit her lip and lowered her eyes in thought.
“She’s the cold-outside, warm-inside type. She never approved of us, but if this is about changing the future of both humans and dragons... I believe she would.”
“...Maybe it’s time I tried to make peace with your family, then.”
She brightened.
“Mm!”
Seeing his master and mistress already secure strong allies, Leon silently turned toward the woman beside him. Rosvisser sat gracefully, chin resting on her palm, that faint smile still playing on her lips.
“What?” she asked, without looking at him. “Want to ask for my help?”
Leon chuckled awkwardly and turned away.
“Who said I was asking you? Don’t flatter yourself.”
“Eh? Eh? Eh?”
Rosvisser tapped her finger slowly against the table—once, twice, three times.
By the third tap, Leon looked back at her.
“Give me back that ‘I want your help.’”
Her smile deepened.
“If you’re asking me for help, you should say something nice first.”
“...Like what?”
“Call me ‘big sister.’”
“Disgusting.”
“...Excuse me?”
“What, you won’t even call me sister? Then call me ‘wife.’”
“Get lost.”
From the other side of the table, the master and mistress watched the two bicker. After a moment, the master sighed.
“Should we... step outside for a bit?”
“Agreed,” said the mistress. “Also, may they have many children.”
Their banter died down. Leon exhaled and steered the conversation back.
“With the draconic legions, the Sea Dragons, and the Silver Dragons’ support, we’ll have decent numbers... but I still feel like something’s missing.”
Missing a fire-breathing idiot, he thought. But given how strained things still were with Duntadin Castle, there was no way to ask for that kind of help yet.
This would have to do for now.
“Anyway,” said the master, “you two should rest here tonight. I’ll find someone to get you out of the city tomorrow. Once there’s progress, contact me immediately.”
“Got it, Master.”
They all stood. But suddenly, the mistress froze.
“Oh no!”
Leon and the master both stiffened. “What is it?”
She put on a serious face.
“We don’t have a guest room. Only our bedroom and Leon’s bedroom... which means this lovely silver-haired lady will just have to make do sharing a room with Leon.”
The master leaned in and muttered:
“You sure we don’t have a guest room?”
The mistress glared.
“If I say we don’t, we don’t.”
“...Right. No guest room.”
Leon had no mood for sleep. He slipped on his coat and went outside. Rosvisser followed a moment later.
They sat atop a haystack under the cool predawn air, gazing at the horizon where the sun should’ve been rising.
“Rosvisser,” Leon said quietly.
“Hm?”
He rolled the ring on his finger, voice steady.
“Thank you—for helping me.”
She smiled faintly. “Don’t mention it.”
“Then tell me... that thing you said you wanted to prove. What was it?”
Her eyes flickered.
“Now?”
“Yeah. But if you don’t want to—”
He stopped mid-sentence. Rosvisser frowned.
“What is it?”
“Something’s wrong.”
Leon rose abruptly, scanning the area.
“Do you feel it?”
The wind had begun shifting wildly, blowing in circles. The stars above flickered erratically. Rosvisser followed his gaze, nodding.
“Yes. I noticed it too.”
But that wasn’t all. It was supposed to be dawn—the sun should have already risen minutes ago. Yet the light hung frozen on the horizon, unmoving. From the house behind them came no sound—not even their master and mistress’s voices.
The world itself seemed to be unraveling, caught in some strange distortion.
Rosvisser knew what it meant. She closed her eyes, a soft, serene smile curving her lips.
“It’s time to wake up, Leon.”
“...What?”
Her silver hair swayed in the warped wind as she stood tall, gazing toward the motionless sunrise. The light shimmered in her eyes like liquid metal.
“From here on,” she said quietly, “is the story we already know.
Let everything stay right here—it’s not such a bad ending, is it?”
Leon still had a thousand questions, but as he took a step forward, a strange calm settled in his heart.
Countless points of light rose into the sky, breaking through the veil. Future souls returned to their bodies—Rosvisser’s among them.
Leon smiled peacefully. He didn’t say another word. He just reached out and intertwined his fingers with hers.
“So,” he whispered, “what was it you wanted to prove, Rosvisser?”
“I wanted to prove...”
As the world around them faded into a fragile shimmer, she said softly—
“No matter the time or the world... we’ll always fall in love.”
