The Strongest Man and His Wife
The giant dragon beneath him let out its last breath and finally ceased to exist.
One of the oldest dragon kings remaining in the dragon race, representing ‘burning’ with its scarlet flames, had fallen.
Undoubtedly, Constantine ranked among the top three of all the dragon kings Leon had slain so far.
If the circumstances allowed, Leon would have loved to duel such a powerful opponent for a few more rounds.
But unfortunately, Leon had “things to attend to at home,” so it was inconvenient to drag things out.
He needed to wrap things up quickly; he was in a hurry to get home and hug his second child!
What?
You say it’s because Leon couldn’t bear to lose the blue energy bar he had painstakingly built up?
Haha.
Well, Leon has only one thing to say to you:
If you’re weak, practice more.
If you can’t handle losing, then don’t play.
What happened in the past is in the past; this is the present.
If you keep comparing my empty blue bar to my past achievements, why not compare me to when I was out there slaying dragon kings?
Leon leaped off Constantine’s dragon head.
Injured Sherry limped over, clutching her right shoulder, accompanied by a few silver dragon warriors.
“Your Royal Highness… So, you’re really that strong…” Sherry exclaimed in surprise.
Well, duh! Three years ago, I might have even fought your little silver dragon relatives. Do I need to mention that as well?
Leon removed his helmet, revealing a face mostly smeared with bl**d seeping through the cracks in his armor.
Usually, this look would be quite terrifying.
But this was the battlefield. Losing limbs is common, so what’s a little bl**d?
Just minor stuff.
Leon tucked his helmet under his arm, surveying the battlefield around him.
With Constantine down, the soldiers of the Red Flame Dragon Race began to scatter, headless and in panic.
However, the silver dragons had also suffered significant losses, and not far away was the ailing Anna needing medical attention. If they pursued the remaining enemy forces now, it could backfire.
After a moment’s thought, Leon said, “The battle here is basically over. We shouldn’t chase after a defeated enemy; let’s regroup quickly. Dispose of Constantine’s body, then cut off his dragon head and hang it on the border of the silver dragon territory. After that, send the remaining elite soldiers to defend the back mountain to prevent a surprise attack from any remaining enemy troops. Finally—”
He glanced at the gravely injured Anna, “If you don’t dispatch medical personnel soon, your head maid will be joining Constantine soon!”
Sherry suddenly realized and hurriedly dragged her injured body towards Anna. “Head Maid! Hang in there! The medical team is on their way!”
Anna thought: I’m tired; just bring on the destruction. Living is okay, but if I d*e, that’s fine too.
The silver dragons sprang into action; some were cutting off heads while others rushed to save lives.
A few soldiers formed a circle, stacking their tails like a dragon tower, as if it were some sort of celebration.
Seeing this scene, Leon chuckled, “What a passionate and wholesome way to celebrate!”
He turned his gaze away, stepping heavily toward the Silver Dragon Temple bit by bit.
d*mn it, you silver dragons are really impolite. I just went through so much trouble to help you guys dispatch Constantine, and not a single person came to see me off afterward?
If this is how you treat me, the next time someone attacks, I’ll just lay down in the spring water and throw in the towel.
Leon grumbled internally, suddenly hearing footsteps coming from ahead.
Looking up, it was Milan, followed by a few dragon guards carrying a stretcher.
The yoga instructor and the guards rushed in front of Leon and set the stretcher down.
Leon was taken aback, glancing at the stretcher. “This… can’t possibly be for me, right?”
“It is, Your Royal Highness, please lie down,” Milan said seriously.
“… I don’t think I’m at the point where I need to lie on a stretcher.”
Having fought for years, Leon had only laid on a stretcher once—and it wasn’t because of injuries from battle.
That was back when he had just joined the Dragon Slayer Army, and one evening he devoured the ultimate devilish combo of eggplant and carrots!
That night, the future strongest dragon slayer was carried off to the hospital via stretcher.
He hadn’t even finished his mission and was already ‘dead,’ all because of eggplant and carrots! His master had ridiculed him about it for two whole weeks.
Ah, well, legends shouldn’t dwell on the past.
With a sigh, Leon shook off the memory and obediently lay down on the stretcher.
I can’t let them call me “Your Royal Highness” for nothing. I should at least enjoy a bit of service worthy of a prince.
Two guards lifted the stretcher, moving toward the Silver Dragon Temple.
When they reached the entrance of the temple courtyard, Leon gestured for them to set him down.
“It’s okay, Your Royal Highness, we can take you up,” one guard said.
Leon waved his hand, “No, I can go up myself.”
Having emptied his blue meter in half an hour, although it left him utterly exhausted, he couldn’t really just stay on the stretcher.
If his daughters saw him, they’d surely think Dad was seriously injured.
He had a tendency to put on a brave face in certain situations; he believed that as a qualified father—or husband—no matter what happened outside, the moment he stepped through the door, he had to show his best self to his family.
So what if he just killed the unbeatable Red Flame Dragon King?
In the past, he might have shown off Constantine’s dragon horn to his comrades: “Check it out, folks! Here’s my super deluxe achievement!”
And basked in the envy of his comrades.
But now, all he wanted was to return and hug Noia and Moon and check on his ‘wife’ during the delivery.
After shedding his armor and the thunder, he’d transform back into his daughters’ good father.
And Roswiser’s… pretend husband.
Thud—
His steel boots clanged on the steps of the temple as he trudged slowly inside.
Arriving in the temple, before entering Roswiser’s bedroom, he took off the Black Gold Battle Armor and temporarily placed it in the nursery next door.
He figured it would be nice to give the “old friend” a tour of the house he’d been living in for the past year.
(Black Gold Battle Armor: Thanks a lot, buddy)
He then cleaned the bl**d off his face in the nursery restroom.
It wouldn’t do to scare his daughters.
Once tidied up, Leon made his way to Roswiser’s bedroom.
A few doctors were gathered by Roswiser’s bedside.
Upon hearing the door open, Noia peeked out from the balcony, and upon seeing Leon, she immediately took her sister’s hand and scampered over.
“Daddy!”
The two little dragon girls hugged him from either side, burying their little heads in his waist.
Leon could hardly stand up straight, but he managed to brace himself and reciprocate his two precious girls’ embrace.
He patted their heads and casually asked, “Am I handsome, Daddy?”
“So handsome! Daddy is the most handsome!” Noia showered her dad with praise.
Moon nodded, her little tufted hair bobbing, “Daddy is the second coolest dragon I’ve seen!”
Leon raised an eyebrow, “Who’s the first?”
“It’s Mommy, because Daddy listens to Mommy the most!” the little dragon girl answered seriously.
Turns out, the universe’s strongest isn’t a Super Saiyan but rather the Super Saiyan’s wife.
Hmm, makes sense.
But Leon felt puzzled: do I really come off as someone under my wife’s thumb?
Surely not. I’m equal with Mother Dragon; I often solo her too.
Oh… speaking of her.
Leon’s gaze shifted toward the inside of the bedroom.
The doctors near the bed instinctively made a path.
On the big bed, the sound of a baby crying seemed to declare everything.
The two daughters also obediently let go.
Leon stepped toward the bed.
The weak silver-haired beauty lay sideways on the bed, her hair disheveled and some strands stuck to her cheek.
Next to her was a swaddled baby.
The baby cried uncontrollably, eagerly inhaling the fresh air of this world.
The dawn light streamed in through the window, and the morning breeze fluttered the thin veil.
In the midst of the cries, their black and silver eyes locked onto each other.
In that moment, any words seemed weak and powerless.
Simply immersed in each other’s gaze was far more than a thousand words could express.
