Leon found himself glancing up at the clock on the wall. Given the location of the Silver Dragon’s Sanctuary, the sun would rise around 4 a.m., maybe closer to five. And now, having just finished dinner, it was only 8 p.m.

A long night lay ahead—until dawn. Somehow, contemplating this simple calculation made his head ache.

Swallowing hard, Leon shifted his gaze back to the captivating beauty draped in black silk on the bed.

Her upper body was wrapped in that enticing, dark fabric, but Leon could already imagine the enticing sight beneath the sheets.

Yet, the price of this view would mean an all-night battle for him, nine hours of continuous effort.

Reflecting on their initial encounter—an exchange of fiery glances, a rivalry that left them exhausted and silent for a full day—he realized that the defiance he once held toward Rosvisser, the "Black Silk Queen," had long faded.

For a dragon, after all, conviction was paramount.