164 Auntie is Still Outputting
A few hours ago, after receiving a rescue message from the Silver Dragon Race, Isar immediately organized her guards to rush to the rescue.
However, as soon as they crossed into Red Dragon territory, they encountered an obstruction from the Red Flame Dragon Race.
But the other side didn’t seem interested in a direct battle; they were all about dancing around Isar’s troops like a swarm of annoying flies. They wouldn’t bite you, but they certainly would drive you nuts.
Despite Isar holding the strength of a Dragon King, facing this army of skirmishers was making her feel utterly powerless. The Red Flame Dragon Race clung to her and her Red Dragon Soldiers like a stubborn gum on the shoe.
Time ticked away, and Isar was anxiously pacing. In a dire situation, every minute she was late meant more danger for her sister.
A dragon in labor, even a Dragon King, was extraordinarily weak. Plus, her two nieces were too young to fight; even if they could, Little Luo would absolutely never allow it. As for her brother-in-law… well, although he had promised to protect Little Luo, Isar was just hoping for a little commitment from him.
What was she supposed to do, ask him to pick up a sword and slay dragons? That seemed a tad… forced?
And if Constantine actually stepped onto the battlefield, her brother-in-law might not even make it out alive!
The more Isar thought, the more frantic she became. And lo and behold, that allowed the Red Flame Dragon forces to seize the chance and inflict some casualties.
Isar knew she couldn’t draw too many troops from her Red Dragon Holy Temple. She suspected this was part of Constantine’s strategy to lure and ambush her.
If her entire Red Dragon force flew out, it would be a piece of cake for Constantine to ransack her house!
So, they were stuck in a deadlock for hours until dawn.
Isar realized she couldn’t drag it out any longer. Even if Constantin stole her house, she must protect Little Luo at all costs.
Just as she prepared to mobilize nine-tenths of her forces for a breakout, the pesky Red Flame Dragon forces suddenly retreated.
Without hesitation, Isar and her team rushed at full speed toward the Silver Dragon Race.
However, as they neared the border of the Silver Dragon territory, she spotted a familiar… oh no, let’s not say “face”; that’s a bit off. More like a familiar “head.”
Constantine’s enormous dragon head had been severed, and one of his horns was broken. It dangled at the edge of Silver Dragon territory, the fading scales battered by wind and sand.
Isar could hardly believe her eyes. The legendary Constantine, revered as a hero by the Dragon Race a thousand years ago, had been decapitated just like that?
Isar knew Little Luo’s power; while she might not equal an ancient Dragon King like Constantine, she could certainly defend their home thanks to her terrain advantage. But taking Constantine’s head? That would require Little Luo to have consumed ten Dragon Strength pills—impossible without significant help!
She asked the guards who had done this deed. The guard proudly declared, “His Royal Highness!”
“His Royal Highness?… My brother-in-law?!”
Isar couldn’t help but imagine her frail brother-in-law going solo against Constantine… how could she even picture that!
No way. She had to get to the bottom of this.
Little Luo, what kind of bizarre dragon have you married!?
I must find out today!——
“Aw, what a cute little baby! Come let Auntie give you a kiss~ muuuuua~~”
Forget Little Luo, forget her brother-in-law; the Red Dragon Queen had only eyes for her adorable niece!
In the Melkway family, the mother dragon was known for being all about the facial expressions.
Leon quietly leaned in next to Roswiser, lowering his voice, “I thought your sister came in all fierce because she’d discovered our secret.”
Isar was smart; she must have noticed Constantine’s corpse and head on her way here. A casual question, and she’d know it was Leon who killed him.
But the backstory Roswiser had designed for Leon claimed he came from a now-dissolved weak dragon race. What did he wield to take down Constantine?
This would indeed raise Isar’s suspicions, making the couple worry whether she had discovered Leon’s identity as a Dragon Slayer.
Roswiser gazed at her sister, then leaned closer to Leon, whispering, “She probably wanted to ask how you managed to k*ll Constantine, but clearly, the allure of the baby is far stronger! ”
Leon nodded in agreement.
“Ah, little niece, why does your tail look so similar to Auntie’s color?~”
Finally, Isar noticed the baby’s tail color. She lifted her own tail, pinched the tip, and compared it to the baby’s, beaming proudly as she presented the comparison to the lookers-on.
“Look! Baby’s tail color is quite similar to mine! Just a tad lighter. If she grows a bit more, maybe they’ll match even more!”
The couple simultaneously bowed their heads, covering their faces; they were at a loss for words in this situation.
The battle over who their “second child” resembled had raged for ten months, with Leon even picking up various poetic recitation techniques.
But who would’ve guessed…
Who would have thought it would end up like this!
The couple struggled, while Auntie reaped the benefits.
“Little Luo, brother-in-law, why are you all so quiet? Don’t you like to talk?”
“No… sis, as long as you’re happy…” Roswiser replied.
“Oh, alright.”
Isar cradled the little baby in her arms, gently swaying back and forth, “Sweetheart, Auntie will take you to the Red Dragon Race, okay? Auntie won’t marry or have kids, and in a hundred years, you’ll be the next Red Dragon Queen~”
“Wait a second, Sister!”
Leon quickly interjected; if he didn’t say something soon, Isar might just charm away their precious little girl with a few words.
Isar shot him a look, pouting, “Pfft, just kidding, you’re acting like you’re scared.”
Isar placed the baby back beside Roswiser, taking a deep breath of relief.
She straightened up, hands on her hips, sizing up her sister and brother-in-law.
Roswiser lay in bed while Leon sat beside her pillow, the couple appearing strangely harmonious.
Isar’s gaze darted between Roswiser and Leon before finally locking onto Leon’s face.
Leon glanced left, then right, and scratched his head, “What’s up, sis?”
“Didn’t know you were such a hidden powerhouse, brother-in-law.”
After some baby cuddling, it was time to get down to business.
“Uh… sis, what do you mean?” Leon sensed trouble and decided to play dumb.
“Come on, brother-in-law, if you could take down Constantine, it’s no use being so modest.”
Isar shifted her gaze back to Roswiser, “Little Luo, didn’t you tell me that Leon comes from a once-defunct weak dragon race, and he’s been sickly for ages, falling unconscious just a month after your wedding?”
Roswiser avoided eye contact, a hint of awkwardness creeping onto her face, “Y-yes. Leon’s health… hasn’t been great, right? Uh-huh? Right?”
She elbowed Leon in the b*tt from under the covers.
Leon nodded vigorously, “Yeah, sis, I haven’t been well. I’ve been taking medicine lately.”
“Medicine? What kind of medicine?”
“Uh… the kind that… is…” Leon’s brain raced through various dragon medicine names in his mind.
But Isar’s piercing crimson eyes bore down on him. In a moment of panic, Leon blurted out, “Dragon’s Kidney Treasure!”
Isar gasped, shaking her head slightly, “A mere common dragon from a weak race, no amount of Dragon’s Kidney Treasure could take down a Dragon King like Constantine. Plus, Little Luo is pregnant; she can’t do anything. What are you taking the Kidney Treasure for?”
Pushed into a corner, her logic unassailable.
Roswiser buried her face in the blanket, fully covered.
In the face of her sister’s questioning, avoidance was shameful but oh-so-useful!
It’s all on you now, dear husband!
Isar looked at Leon, a slight smile gracing her lips as she asked, “So, brother-in-law, who exactly are you?”
Noia and Moon, who had retreated to the sidelines to watch the drama unfold: This is priceless, absolutely priceless! Auntie is still outputting!
