Chapter 4: The Assassination Plot

By the time they reached the foot of the mountain, it had already begun to rain.

A sudden late-summer downpour drenched Leon and Fiora, soaking them completely—like two pathetic, dripping rats.

“There’s a tree over there! We can use it for cover!” Leon pointed to a tall tree nearby.

Fiora gave a quick nod and ran with him toward it.

The two of them huddled close beneath the tree. Huge raindrops pelted the leaves above, making a steady rustling sound as they poured down around them.

Fiora, clearly disgusted, turned her head away with a scowl, refusing to even glance at Leon.

Leon, meanwhile, was deep in thought. Now that she was wearing the s*ave collar, she couldn’t transform into a dragon at will anymore—her power had taken a serious hit. And that… could cause problems later.

Suddenly, he coughed.
Cough, cough.

Fiora peeked at him.
Leon’s expression looked… suspicious. And he was clearly sneaking glances at her.

What’s he looking at? Did something happen to me?

Fiora lowered her gaze—and froze.
Her face turned beet red in an instant.

Her clothes were soaked through. The normally hidden curves and outlines of her body could now be seen faintly beneath the thin, drenched fabric. And below her delicate collarbone…

Flat.
A tragic flatness.

“W-What are you looking at?!” Fiora yelped, quickly hugging her chest and turning away in embarrassment.

No wonder Leon had been staring.
Even though she still thought of herself as a man inside, being ogled by another guy gave her full-body goosebumps.

“The rain’s stopped. Let’s go.” Leon stepped out from under the tree like nothing happened.

Fiora stood there, fuming.
Ashamed. Furious. Deeply violated.
She made a vow in that moment.

She was going to kill this bastard.

As the journey continued, Fiora couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Like she’d just boarded a cursed train headed straight for disaster.

The rain had turned the forest paths into a slippery mess, making travel impossible.
With no choice left, the two decided to camp out in the woods for the night.

Leon gathered a pile of firewood that wasn’t completely soaked, struck a flint, and got a fire going.

“We’ll stay here for the night,” he said while demonstrating how to set things up. He even started explaining things to Fiora like a helpful guide.

Fiora, meanwhile, was completely on edge.
Wait… isn’t this exactly the kind of setup that leads to a “welfare scene” in a trashy webnovel?

“One man. One woman. Alone in the woods?” Absolutely suspicious.

“Can’t we just keep going?” she asked, eyes narrowed.

“It’s too late,” Leon replied, yawning. “Besides, I’m tired after fighting you today. I need rest.”

Then, as if casually remembering something, he glanced at her and added: “Fiora, take off your clothes. I’ll help you dry them.”

“NO THANKS!!” Fiora jumped up in alarm. “I’m not cold. I’m from the Ice Dragon Clan, thank you very much!”

“Oh… what a pity,” Leon murmured.

Fiora felt chills run down her spine.

That regret definitely wasn’t innocent. I just narrowly dodged something unholy.

Still shivering with suspicion, she scooted closer to the fire, warming herself.

Too bad she didn’t know any fire spells—this would’ve been the perfect time to toast her clothes.

Sitting there, staring into the flames, she slowly relaxed.

Her mind wandered. Her tension faded.

For a moment, she even forgot that Leon existed.

The Ice Dragon King—queen of escapism and chronic shut-in—had finally found a peaceful little corner of the world again.

Then…

“…Blue light… flickering… perfect…”

Leon’s low muttering yanked her straight back to reality.

The tone. The content. The weird phrasing.

Fiora froze.

She instantly realized what he was talking about.

From his angle near the fire…

He could see under her skirt.

Which meant—

He’s been staring at my panties this whole time!!!

“WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT, YOU DAMN PERVERT?!” Fiora snapped her legs shut and yanked her skirt down in panic.

But instead of looking apologetic, Leon’s expression twisted. He looked even weirder than before—his eyes glowing red like a demon possessed.

There was no doubt. This bastard was excited.

Fiora felt a cold sweat trickle down her back. Like a clam being eyed by a snake, she froze in terror.

No way… even if I reincarnated as a girl, I’m NOT mentally prepared for this!!!

Her silver eyes grew misty with tears. She trembled violently, waiting for the inevitable moment when he pounced.

“I… have something to do. I’ll be back later.”

With that, Leon nonchalantly set up a tent and walked off into the dark forest.

Fiora stared after him, stunned.

…She knew exactly what he was going to do.

This was textbook behavior for a teenage boy who had just gotten too excited.

Even though she hadn’t done much of anything after reincarnating…

This was definitely… power generation. He’s out there “generating power!”

Fiora’s face twisted in horror.

This pervert’s probably thinking of using me as a magic catalyst or something!!

She couldn’t take it anymore.

Fueled by rage, fear, and a deep desire to never be “power generated” upon, she began carving a massive magic circle into the ground.

Even in human form, she was still an ice mage.

If I set a trap now, I can blast him to pieces when he comes back!

“Let’s put an Absolute Zero Cage right here…”
“A Ten-Thousand-Year Ice Coffin here…”
“And the Shackles of the Ice Dragon King go right in the middle!”

“And finally… I’ll cast my strongest spell… the Song of the Death of All Things!”

In her mind, she saw it vividly—Leon walking back into camp, casually stepping into the trap, then crying and begging as he was frozen solid.

“Hah! That’ll teach you, you filthy lolicon! You’re DONE!”

The silver-haired girl sat by her trap, cackling with a villainous grin, practically glowing with smugness.

Leon had no idea what was coming.