### Chapter 42: Infiltrating the Enemy Lines
Uh-oh.
Not only is His Majesty inexplicably happy, but now even His Royal Highness is also inexplicably happy.
These two aren’t really getting ready for their third baby, are they…?
The Maids huddled together in hushed discussions. The third princess, Aurora, hasn’t even been born for long and they’re already jumping the g*n on the fourth princess?
Your Majesty, please take care of yourself!
“Shhh~ They’re coming, everyone be quiet!”
At the sound of the warning, the Maids obediently zipped their lips and turned their gazes towards the royal family along with His Majesty’s grandmother as they exited the Holy Temple.
“Grandma, can’t you please stay a few more days?” Roswiser held her grandmother’s hand as they slowly descended the stairs.
“Nope, I need to go see Isar. Afterwards, I have to return to the Extreme North Land to continue the investigation. Even without Rave, I can’t just put things on hold,” Grandma replied.
As they reached the open courtyard, Roswiser reluctantly held her grandmother’s hand, tears welling up in her eyes.
It had been decades since she last saw her grandmother, and now that she finally returned, she was disappearing again in just a few days.
Dragons hardly socialize, yet Grandma had raised Roswiser, so naturally, their bond didn’t need much elaboration.
“Alright, Little Luo, once I’m done with this stuff, I’ll come back and spend quality time with you two sisters.”
Grandma patted Roswiser’s shoulder with a warm smile. “And don’t forget what I told you the other day—stay vigilant, prepare properly, and don’t let any harm come to our kin or yourself.”
Roswiser nodded, “I understand, Grandma.”
“Then I’ll be off. We’ll keep in touch through letters.”
After a pause, the old lady joked, “But that Message Dragon should have a hard time flying to my place, huh?”
With tears in her eyes, Roswiser managed a bittersweet smile, “The Message Dragon may not make it, but my longing for you will definitely reach you.”
Grandma smiled back, “Alright, I’m heading to Isar now. You, Leon, and the little ones take care!”
“Mhm… Goodbye, Grandma.”
“Farewell, Great-Grandma!”
Noia hugged her little sister and, along with Moon, waved goodbye to their great-grandmother.
Leon stood silently behind them, giving a half-hearted wave.
The old lady bid farewell to each child in kind.
When she reached Leon, the two exchanged glances.
For a long moment, Grandma squinted her eyes and said meaningfully to Leon, “I hope to see you at the training ground next time.”
Leon blinked in surprise.
Is she… teasing him?
Or does that mean something else?
“Ah, yes, we’ll meet again,” he stammered, not really sure what to make of it.
Grandma nodded, turned, took a few steps, and then transformed into her dragon form, soaring into the sky.
Roswiser stood still until her grandmother’s figure vanished completely from sight, showing no signs of movement.
A Maid named Milan was about to step forward to offer comfort, but Leon gestured for her to hold back.
“Noia, take your sisters to play with Sister Milan,” Leon instructed.
“Okay!”
Once he sent the kids and Maid away, Leon stepped forward and stood beside Roswiser.
“You said your grandmother was strict; I thought she’d be the typical stuffy old Dragon King,” he commented.
The longer one lived, the stiffer they became—that was the stereotype.
Roswiser wiped away a tear and managed a smile, “What? Does it sound like you’re satisfied with meeting my folks?”
Leon scoffed with arms crossed and turned his head away. “What’s there to be satisfied about? We’re not even a real couple.”
Roswiser playfully punched his arm.
The gloom from parting with her grandmother lifted a little.
Leon watched her smile and felt the playful jab on his arm.
Hmm, looks like she’s not so sad anymore.
Three simple sentences and the Mother Dragon is back on track—henceforth, you may refer to me as Life Coach Casmod!
The couple made their way to a gazebo in the yard, sitting across from one another at a stone table.
In the past couple of days, they had shared hugs and whispered sweet nothings, softening their once sharp words.
Now that Grandma had left, it was time to tackle serious matters.
“Rave, Blay, and Jagers… the three Dragon Kings specializing in space-type magic have mysteriously left their tribes. Like Constantine, they haven’t participated in the Human-Dragon War for quite some time.”
Leon said, “So it’s reasonable to suspect they’re among the many Dragon Kings cooperating with the Empire. But alas, we lack solid evidence to prove this theory.”
Roswiser intertwined her fingers, resting her chin on the back of her hands, and picked up where Leon left off, “And the key lies with that trusted aide of Constantine’s from before his d*ath. If we find this aide, we’ll uncover what those three Dragon Kings are really up to.”
Leon nodded, “Little Light has been born for four months now, so the Red Flame Dragon Race should have calmed down a bit, right?”
To outsiders, the birth of their little girl and the unrest of a certain tribe seemed unrelated.
Yet, for General Leon, it was a unique way of tracking time.
He had taken so many dragon lives; to him, Constantine was just another nutty dragon among many. So of course, he didn’t care to remember the day of his demise.
But it was a quirky coincidence that Little Light was born on the same day.
He might forget the day he took out Constantine, but he’d never forget his darling daughter’s birthday.
As for whether Constantine would mind Leon’s method—ha~ not a concern.
“Mmm… the internal situation of the Red Flame Dragon Race has indeed calmed down,” Roswiser said, fidgeting slightly. “But the Dragon Kings from those small tribes conquered by Constantine seem eager to retaliate. I sent Sherry to scout ahead, and she reported that the Red Flame Dragon Race has chosen a ‘new king,’ likely just a scapegoat for Constantine’s invasions.”
“A new king? Could it be the aide we’re searching for?”
“It’s possible. But he’s likely still in hot water and won’t have time to be our interrogation target.”
Leon rubbed his chin, frowning in thought.
After a moment, he smiled and said, “I think this timing is perfect.”
Roswiser raised an elegant eyebrow, “Perfect timing?”
“Yeah.”
Looking at the Dog Man’s grin, Roswiser knew he had some scheme up his sleeve.
But instead of probing for details, she asked another question, “So do you plan to personally go to the Red Flame Dragon Race, or have Sherry take some people to haul that guy back?”
“The latter option carries more risks and doesn’t guarantee success. Plus, grabbing that guy might invite unnecessary trouble along the way.”
“So, Your Royal Highness wishes to lead the charge then?” Roswiser teased.
“Lead the charge? Nah, that’s called infiltrating the enemy lines.”
“Infiltrating the enemy lines? Hmm… yeah, you’re quite adept at that.”
Leon blinked.
Wait a minute, did I just feel a wheel roll over my face?
