Two words were enough to shatter Leon's fantasies.
The one knocking on the door was not an angel, but the God of Death.
"This is the medicine you asked me to prepare." Anna handed a brown pill to Losweiser.
Losweiser nodded. "All right, thank you for your trouble."
"You're too polite, Your Majesty."
After bowing, Anna turned and left.
Losweiser returned to the bedroom and walked over to Leon. Pinching the chocolate-like pill between her thumb and forefinger, she slowly brought it before his eyes.
"Do you remember what this is, Leon?"
She leaned forward until the tips of their noses were almost touching, the "chocolate" resting between their gazes.
Leon could not have been more familiar with this thing.
"Dragon... Dragon's Might..."
Losweiser narrowed her eyes with a smile. "That's right. This is Dragon's Might, but it's different from the one you refined before."
As she spoke, Losweiser pressed the index finger of her other hand gently against Leon's lips and applied a little force, trying to pry his mouth open.
"This Dragon's Might is purer and more potent. Even a Dragon King would have difficulty digesting its effects."
"I've seen how you've worked tirelessly day and night lately—helping me bathe, taking care of my meals, and even keeping me company while I sleep. I'm sooo touched."
"You must be exhausted too, right? So I had someone spend a fortune on this Dragon's Might to help build you back up."
"Come, my dear husband. Open your mouth, and I'll feed you."
Leon leaned back so far that his head was nearly in the Holy Temple's front courtyard. His whole body tilted back with the chair beneath him, lifting its front two legs off the ground.
But Losweiser simply raised her leg and pressed her knee down on the seat