128 Nurse
Dinner.
Roasted eggplant, fried eggplant strips, deep-fried eggplant pockets.
The side dish? Carrot salad!
Generally speaking, the last meal of a condemned person is known as the “head-chop meal,” and it’s usually quite lavish, with chickens, ducks, fish, and meat galore.
But for Leon, this dinner was a cleverly combined cocktail of his final meal and impending execution.
He sat there with kn*fe and fork in hand, clueless about how to dig in.
After pondering for a moment, he thought maybe he should have a glass of water to calm his nerves.
But when he looked to the side, he discovered Roswiser had already placed a massive glass of carrot juice on the table in lieu of a water cup.
There went his last chance of trying to quench his thirst!
Come on, just because I didn’t teach our daughter fire magic, do you really have to torture me like this? Leon grumbled internally.
Crunch—
The crisp sound of a carrot being bitten echoed from beside him.
He turned to see Roswiser, chin resting on one hand, holding a carrot in the other. She casually bit off the tip and began chewing it slowly.
Seeing Leon glance her way, she generously offered the carrot, “Want some? Here you go.”
Leon looked down, noticing some of Roswiser’s subtle lipstick marks on the carrot’s broken end.
The next moment, the pungent smell of carrot invaded his nostrils.
Whoa, buddy! For Leon, that sensation felt like he had poured twenty pounds of medicinal oil straight into his brain—pure bliss!
He quickly turned his head, desperately searching the table for anything else he could eat.
Unfortunately…
There wasn’t anything.
Mother Dragon always plays her cards close to the chest, leaving Leon no way out.
Moon, on the other hand, was happily munching on the deep-fried eggplant pockets, filled with delicious meat, devouring them in silence.
Looks like the little one had no intention of saving her old man. Leon was on his own now.
The Dragon Slayer had an idea and exclaimed, “Oh, I’ll go check how much of last week’s birthday cake is left. If I don’t eat it soon, it’ll go bad!”
Just as he was about to get up, he heard Roswiser say, “I shared it with Anna and the others this afternoon. Don’t worry, it’s not spoiled. Now, sit down and eat, dear.”
“……”
Leon awkwardly sat back down, pursing his lips and feigning blame, “How could you share it all? Moon loves that cake. What’s she supposed to eat now?”
He tried to use guilt to regain some face during this meal.
But Roswiser seemed to be anticipating his reaction. Unfazed, she nonchalantly brought out a slice of cake and placed it next to Moon’s plate, then looked at Leon, smiling as she said,
“If you hadn’t mentioned it, I would have forgotten! I saved a slice just for Moon, thank you for the reminder, dear!”
As they say, when God closes a door, he opens a window.
But here, Roswiser was God. Not only did she close the only door, but she also welded shut all the windows.
And then she stuffed the room full of eggplants and carrots.
Leon bit his lip and stealthily set down his kn*fe and fork. Missing one dinner wouldn’t k*ll him, after all.
The Queen glanced sideways, noticing her captive was putting up quite a fight, so she decided to play her next card.
“Moon.” Roswiser suddenly called out her daughter’s name.
“What’s up, Mom?” Moon looked up from her battle with the deep-fried eggplant pockets.
“Magic practice over the last few days has been tough, hasn’t it?” Roswiser asked.
Moon shook her head, “Not at all! Dad teaches really well and has lots of patience. He never gets tired of showing me all the magic tricks. If anyone’s struggling, it’s him!”
The little sweetie always knew how to appreciate her dad’s dedication.
But, hey, let’s rein it in for now…
“Oh, so you’ve had it rough, dear. Why didn’t you tell me? I’d like to help you share the load.”
While speaking with sweet affection, Roswiser sat beside Leon.
Leon sensed something was amiss and tried to inch away, but Roswiser had already pinned his wrist, then scooped some roasted eggplant onto his plate.
“I’ve been busy with work lately and haven’t been able to do much. So, just eat up, dear.”
“I… I’m really not that hungry…”
“Tsk, no way! You’ve worked hard all day, and you must eat. Moon, don’t you think Dad needs to eat?”
Little Moon nodded seriously, “Dad, you taught me that we shouldn’t skip meals. Eating on schedule is good for your health.”
She even rhymed there. Hang on, kiddo, are you preparing for exams?
“Dear, are you too exhausted to feed yourself? No problem, I’ll feed you.”
“Please… don’t…” Leon struggled.
“No worries! Now, sweetie, say ‘ah~~’”
The flavor of roasted eggplant surged forth.
Objectively speaking, Roswiser was a culinary genius; her roasted eggplant was a sight and smell to behold.
But for Leon? That was poison, despair, the harbinger of world destruction!
“Roswiser!——”
He barely got her name out before everything went black, and he fainted.
If Roswiser could reach the Empire, she would surely call the newspapers with a stunning headline for the next day:
“Shocking! Humanity’s Greatest Dragon Slayer, Leon Casmod, Taken Out by Roasted Eggplant!”
You could bet it would make quite a stir.
“Humph, no wonder your health meals don’t include eggplant. The results are astounding.”
When she saw Taige last time, the old man had mentioned that Leon was no fan of carrots and eggplant.
Last time, Roswiser managed to achieve decent results with just one carrot!
This time, she doubled her efforts—despair squared, and the results were off the charts!
“Mom, why did Dad pass out?” Moon asked, worried.
“Oh, he might just be too tired. He’ll be fine after a rest.”
“Is that so…? Um… then Mom will feel better in the morning…” Moon mumbled softly.
Roswiser raised an eyebrow, “Hmm? What do you mean by that?”
She thought Moon was worried because she hadn’t been acting well recently and hadn’t eaten much, wishing for her to feel better.
But what did that have to do with the earlier line about Dad being too tired?
Moon explained, “Sister and I discovered a pattern before. When Dad is bouncing around, Mom appears all weak; when Mom is upbeat, Dad looks worn out. One of you two always looks low on energy.”
Moon added, “But this phenomenon hasn’t occurred in a while. Dad just fainted again… So, tomorrow morning Mom will be energetic, right?”
Kids always see the world so innocently.
But Roswiser couldn’t explain to her why this was happening.
After all, kids who cover their eyes when Mom and Dad kiss shouldn’t get exposed to those kinds of things.
“Yes, Mom will feel better soon. Sorry for worrying you these past few days,” Roswiser said.
Moon shook her head and then admonished, “Mom, you have to take care of yourself, and also take care of Dad!”
Roswiser glanced at her eggplant-conquered captive, a slow smile creeping onto her lips, “Sure, Mom will take good care of him~!”
…
Leon slowly opened his eyes.
The ceiling before him felt familiar, but it wasn’t from his nursery.
It was Roswiser’s.
His brain clicked into action—
Oh no.
He tried to sit up, but the moment he moved, he was pushed back down by someone.
His body’s senses returned one by one, and the pressure in his stomach made Leon realize tonight would likely be a long one once again.
He didn’t even look to see who was sitting on him, instead staring blankly at the ceiling and murmuring,
“Using eggplant, how dastardly.”
“The fight between a dragon and a dragon slayer isn’t surprising; how can it be called dastardly?”
Roswiser paused before adding, “Besides, I never said what I was going to do. I just wanted to help you… cure your illness.”
Leon was taken aback. “Cure my illness? What illness?”
He finally looked down at himself.
Upon inspection, he was taken aback.
The beauty sitting on him wore a white mask that only revealed her captivating eyes, sparkling like the Milky Way reflecting the night sky.
Her long hair was neatly tied up, and her tight white uniform accentuated her alluring figure.
The ultra-short skirt and white thigh-high boots revealed what’s known as the “absolute territory” of sultry legs.
At a glance, it was clear what was at play—
After the classroom play, this Mother Dragon was thinking of another nurse play…
But where on earth did you get that nurse outfit!?
No wonder you mentioned, “A dragon and a dragon slayer’s struggle isn’t surprising”—you were setting the stage for this, weren’t you?
“Roswiser… can’t we pick something more normal as a profession?”
“Mr. Leon, please cooperate with the treatment.”
Leon rolled his eyes in disbelief and lay back on the pillow.
Having lost the initiative to the Mother Dragon, he couldn’t counterattack just yet.
He’d have to wait for the moment she slipped up to turn the tables.
But she probably expected Leon’s body to be far different now than before, so she would be extra cautious, right?
Leon mentally plotted his next moves.
Meanwhile, Roswiser continued her charade.
“Mr. Leon, the medical report indicates you often experience chest tightness. Is that correct?” Roswiser held a medical folder that seemed to appear from nowhere, asking earnestly.
“Nope, Nurse, I have depression; I often think about purple clay.”
Smack—
Roswiser slapped his head with the folder, repeating each word clearly, “Cooperate with the treatment, Mr. Leon.”
“…Mm-hmm, yes, yes, I’m feeling tight in the chest.”
“Open your shirt so I can see.”
“Does ‘rip’ really fit your job description as a nurse?”
“Mr. Leon, do I need to say it for the third time?”
Leon reluctantly pulled open his shirt, revealing his solid chest and dragon pattern.
“What’s this tattoo, Mr. Leon?” Roswiser inquired.
Like you don’t know what that is?
Is this just a simple attempt to annoy me?
Darned Mother Dragon.
“I don’t know, Nurse, why don’t you check your own chest? Don’t you have the same tattoo?”
“Please refrain from making such offensive remarks, Mr. Leon; otherwise, I will report you for s*xual harassment against a nurse.”
“You, sitting on me in a mini-skirt, demanding I rip open my shirt, then you want to report me for s*xual harassment?!”
Nurse nodded seriously, “Exactly.”
Alright, fine, is that how you want to play? You’ll see!
“Since you don’t wish to disclose, let me give your body a thorough examination.”
The opportunity had arrived.
Leon got serious, ready for a counterattack at any moment.
Roswiser leaned closer, slowly removing her mask and revealing her stunningly beautiful face.
But right when Roswiser got close to Leon’s face, her expression froze. She quickly recoiled, covering her mouth as if suppressing an uncomfortable feeling.
Leon raised an eyebrow and teased, “What’s wrong, Nurse? Aren’t healers supposed to be able to heal themselves?”
Roswiser’s brows knitted tighter as her discomfort intensified.
She had no choice but to get off Leon, stomping in her boots toward the restroom.
Followed by the sound of flushing.
Leon had more jabs to throw, but just before he spoke, he sensed something was off.
Over the past few days, Roswiser’s reaction had been too frequent…
Suddenly, Leon realized,
“Could it be—”
