Shut Up, Malevolent Dragon! I Don't Want to Have Any More Children With You-Chapter 11Vol 4. : Evil Dragon, How Dare You Plot Against Your Own Husband!
"All players, please return to your designated rooms marked with your identity cards. After half an hour of rest, the game will commence," the staff member announced.
Leon and the others followed the instructions and went back to their respective rooms. The room was simply furnished but had everything necessary for a comfortable stay. Spending 72 hours here wouldn’t be a problem.
Leon walked from the entrance into the living room and noticed a wooden box on the coffee table in front of the sofa. Next to the box was a memory stone.
He stepped forward, opened the box, and found a card inside. The card read:
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**[Welcome, Old Friend of the King. Tonight, you will face the other seven players alone.]**
**[Being outnumbered will force you to tread carefully with every step you take.]**
**[But don’t worry. At the start of the game, you already possess the castle's secret treasure, the 'Black Sacred Stone.' This is your greatest advantage.]**
**[Your main objective is to last the full 72 hours without being discovered by the other seven players.]**
**[Achieve this, and you will be victorious.]**
**[Additionally, completing side quests and hidden tasks throughout the game will yield various rewards. Accumulating these rewards will grant you a greater advantage.]**
**[The memory stone beside the box will provide critical information as needed. Keep it with you at all times.]**
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Leon finished reading and, just as expected, found the 'Black Sacred Stone' inside the box.
He picked up the stone, weighed it in his hand, and muttered, "So, if I make it to the end of the game, this little gem is mine."
Leon recognized the material of the stone—it was a rare, beautiful substance known as Night Spirit Crystal. While visually striking, it held little intrinsic value beyond its beauty and was mostly used for ornate keepsakes or sculptures.
Staring at the Black Sacred Stone, Leon contemplated, "If the other players assume someone stole and hid this, a thorough room search could end the game quickly."
"So... I need to hide this somewhere else."
Hiding things was one of Leon’s specialties.
After all, three of the five photo albums featuring Rosvisser in a bunny outfit had been traded for his master's letters, while the remaining two were still hidden from Rosvisser to this day. This demonstrated General Leon's exceptional skill at concealing items.
He pocketed the Black Sacred Stone and picked up the memory stone, waiting patiently for the game to start.
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Half an hour later, Leon stepped out of his room.
On the same floor was Isha, whose role was a doctor. Her room was diagonally across from Leon's, and they both opened their doors almost simultaneously.
"Oh, brother-in-law, you're out right on time. Looks like you're pretty enthusiastic about this game," the red-haired beauty teased, arms crossed as she leaned against the doorframe with a smirk.
"Mostly because of Rosvisser," Leon replied.
Isha raised an eyebrow. "Why? Is your task to win with the 'Chef' and fly away with the Black Sacred Stone?"
"No, sis, this isn't just a game; it's a contest," Leon said seriously. "And I intend to win every contest against Rosvisser."
This was indeed another reason Leon participated so eagerly.
Beyond fulfilling his promise to Claudia and accompanying his daughters for a family bonding event, he had a personal goal: to thoroughly outwit that silver-haired dragon queen. He needed to show her just how formidable Leon Cosmod was without a wheelchair.
"...Is this how your married life always is, constantly competing?" Isha asked.
Leon blinked, recalling the countless times he and Rosvisser had engaged in playful sparring during their married life. "Yes," he replied.
Isha scoffed. "Well, then, do your best."
With that, she stepped out and walked down the corridor.
"Where are you going, sis?" Leon called after her.
Isha waved a hand dismissively without turning back. "Obviously, to find clues and complete my task."
The card in Leon’s box had mentioned the rules about tasks, and from Isha's statement, it wasn't hard to deduce that each player had a different main task.
Leon’s main task was "Hide the Black Sacred Stone and survive for three days."
Based on this, the main task for the other seven players was likely "Find the Black Sacred Stone within three days and catch the thief."
Watching Isha’s retreating figure, Leon muttered under his breath, "This might be harder than I thought."
He knew firsthand how cunning his sister-in-law could be.
When Rosvisser was pregnant with Aurora, Leon and Rosvisser had attended an event in Sky Castle where the prize was a rare calming dragonfruit for expectant mothers. Isha had secretly entered the contest and defeated Leon in the 'I Have, You Don’t' game segment.
This time...with more complex rules, Leon had no doubt that the Red Dragon Queen would excel again.
Shaking his head, Leon refocused and started searching for clues.
In the castle setup, he wandered aimlessly until he reached what appeared to be a kitchen. Approaching, he realized someone was already inside.
Leon walked over with his hands casually in his pockets.
"Rosvisser?"
The Silver Dragon Queen slowly turned at the sound of his voice. Upon seeing Leon, she habitually rolled her eyes before turning back to her task.
"Hey, what's that look for?" Leon teased as he sauntered over to stand beside her.
Rosvisser was making some kind of pastry.
"What look? Obviously, it's the look of disdain for you," Rosvisser said without stopping her work. "Isn't that the look you like best from me?"
"As if I have some strange preference," Leon joked, watching her work.
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Rosvisser’s culinary skills were exceptional, and making pastries was no challenge for her.
As she kneaded the dough, a strand of hair fell over her face. Leon, as usual, stepped behind her and gently tucked her hair back.
"The king's old friend helping the royal chef tie her hair—what, are you hoping for special treatment?" Rosvisser joked.
"You're the one who wants special treatment, getting hungry just as the game starts," Leon retorted. "But isn’t there already food in the rooms’ fridges? Why are you here—"
Leon paused, realization dawning on him. "Oh~ Making pastries is your task, isn't it?"
Rosvisser remained silent, continuing her work, which was confirmation enough.
Seeing this, Leon's interest piqued. [N O V E L I G H T] "So, did you get any clues? Share with me."
"Not telling," Rosvisser said.
"Why not? I'm the king's old friend, a bona fide good guy!"
"Since when does a wolf ever admit it's a wolf?" Rosvisser quipped. She’d played 'Werewolf' with Leon and their daughters enough times to know that at the start of any game, trust was a rare commodity—even if the other player was her husband.
With the pastries ready, Rosvisser placed them in the oven, then turned to Leon.
"Aren't you going to look for your task? Why are you sticking to me?"
Their current posture was intimate. Leon had initially stood behind her to tie her hair, so when Rosvisser turned around, they were face-to-face, only inches apart.
Leon rested his hands on the countertop, trapping her between him and the kitchen counter. Their eyes met, holding a mix of teasing and a lover’s familiarity.
Instead of answering her question, Leon leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. Rosvisser did not resist.
It was a light kiss, more like a playful tasting of each other's lips.
Oh, what scandal! The king's old friend and the royal chef having an affair! (*not serious*)
Just as the kiss deepened, the oven timer rang, signaling that the pastries were done.
Rosvisser gently pushed Leon away and turned to take the pastries out.
"I'm hungry, Rosvisser," Leon whispered against her ear.
"Then... come and eat me—"
Leon blinked, surprised.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. He’d only intended to tease a bit and relax the tension of the game. But his wife...
Well, if that’s how it is, I can’t refuse—
"Come eat what I made," she finished with a smirk.
"..."
Alright. They were still playing the game, after all. Kissing was fine, but going further would be too much.
Rosvisser took a small piece of cake, held it between her teeth, and brought it to Leon's mouth.
Leon accepted, and they ended up kissing again, this time with a hint of the pastry's sweet flavor.
But Leon hadn’t forgotten his main task. As they kissed, he discreetly took the Black Sacred Stone from his pocket and hid it beneath the water tank in the kitchen. He’d noticed earlier that the space under the tank was a blind spot, unlikely to be seen.
"Alright, back to the game," Rosvisser said, ending the kiss and hopping down from the counter—yes, at some point during their kiss, she’d sat on the counter, wrapping her tail and legs around Leon’s waist.
But the queen called it off just in time, avoiding anything more intimate.
Leon let her go, watching as she left the kitchen.
When her footsteps faded, he looked up at the water tank.
The shared kitchen was a good hiding spot. Since each room had a fridge stocked with enough food, only the 'chef
' role had any reason to come here.
But that was temporary.
In the later stages of the game, if everyone conducted a thorough search, this place would no longer be safe.
"Well, for now, it stays here. I'll find a better spot to move it later," Leon muttered as he left the kitchen to continue searching for tasks.
About two hours later, the memory stone in his pocket activated, and he heard the staff's voice.
"All players, please gather in the main hall on the first floor for tonight’s first group meeting."
Receiving the notification, Leon prepared to head downstairs when his memory stone chimed again.
"This is a private message. Old Friend of the King, you are suffering from food poisoning and cannot attend this meeting. Please visit the 'doctor's' room after the meeting for the antidote."
Leon froze.
"F-food poisoning?... Must be part of the game. But when did—"
As he spoke, realization struck.
"That damned dragon queen dared to poison her own husband!!"
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Rosvisser: "Leon, take your medicine."
