29 Dragon Strength Works Miracles
The queen’s smile lit up the room, her eyes narrowing into two crescent moons.
Leon couldn’t tell if she was mocking him or genuinely amused by their earlier conversation.
He silently turned around and continued to tweak his tutoring plan.
Rustle—
Cloth brushed against the sheets, followed by the sound of approaching high heels.
Moments later, a faint, pleasant fragrance drifted over Leon’s shoulder.
It was Roswiser’s scent—
He’d smelled it many times before.
She reached for a chili pepper on the table, sniffed it, and immediately scrunched her nose.
The smell was indeed pungent. Even a dragon like Roswiser found it overwhelming, yet Leon had been using it as a pick-me-up.
Talk about being a bit too… intense.
Roswiser put down the chili and reached for Leon’s chin.
Before he had a chance to react, she unexpectedly pinched his chin, forcing him to look at her.
Her fingertips were delightfully warm. Up close, he noticed her cheeks and lips were all rosy, and her eyes had traces of tears.
She gently prodded his heated bottom lip with her thumb, not putting too much pressure on it.
“If you need a pick-me-up, you can ask Anna for coffee or something. What you’re doing is no different from self-harm!”
“I drank coffee for half a year back in school, but I built up a tolerance. It really didn’t do anything; chili is way more effective,” Leon replied.
“But this is dragon chili. You, a human, probably can’t handle—”
“Don’t underestimate me.”
Great.
Once he got stubborn, he was just like Roswiser— a stubborn mule that couldn’t be pulled back by eight oxen.
Roswiser chuckled and withdrew her hand.
Leon pressed his tingling lips together, secretly enjoying the face touch from Roswiser.
It wasn’t that he had any weird fetishes; it was just that Roswiser’s fingers were cool and soothing on his hot cheeks.
Not as jarring as ice, more like a gentle refreshing touch.
Too bad… he couldn’t just outright ask her for more face touches…
The mere thought felt a bit creepy.
“Get some rest. Don’t eat too many chilies. If your mouth gets burned, you’ll have to use sign language to teach Noia.”
With that, the queen clicked away in her high heels, leisurely leaving the bedroom.
The lock clicked, and the hallway light poured in from the gap under the door as Roswiser exited.
Leon let out a huge sigh of relief. Once he confirmed Roswiser was gone, he pulled out the thick tome again and began flipping through it.
Eventually, he found a remedy that seemed to fit his needs in one of the last chapters.
Though the name of the drug was somewhat…
“Dragon… Dragon Strength.”
Leon gasped, “This is even more abstract than that ‘Dragon Kidney Protection Magic’… it better not be some kind of testosterone booster!”
Fortunately, the description of the drug simply stated “Dragon Strength” was an efficient health-booster, having nothing to do with enhancing manly prowess at all.
Seeing that, Leon’s eyes lit up, and he quickly scoured for where he might obtain this Dragon Strength.
But the result doused his excitement with cold water.
“Although the herbs needed for Dragon Strength are quite common, even the best dragon alchemists have a low success rate when trying to concoct it.”
“So, as a health drink, Dragon Strength often finds itself in an awkward situation, being priced yet available.”
Leon scratched his chin, continuing to check the text.
The book did mention the recipe for Dragon Strength, but it continuously stressed how difficult it was to perfect the concoction.
Leon pursed his lips and flipped through the pages again.
He found that aside from Dragon Strength, all the other remedies just wouldn’t cut it.
Moreover, dragon herbs were vastly different from human herbs, and so were the concoction methods.
So, on someone else’s turf, he could only use their stuff.
After some inner turmoil, he grabbed a piece of paper and made a list of the herbs needed for Dragon Strength.
He planned to give this list to Anna tomorrow and asked for her help in gathering the ingredients.
Since Leon couldn’t just waltz out of this room, he had to rely on this method to get his herbs.
At the same time, he added some other ingredients to the list.
This was to mix things up and prevent others from realizing he was cooking up Dragon Strength.
“Geez, this name just gets more abstract the more I hear it. You dragons can come up with such nice names for yourselves, like Moon, Hero, Galaxy; but for herbs, it’s either Kidney Potion or Dragon Strength…”
While venting his frustrations, Leon tucked the list away safely and got up to head to the bathroom for some cool water.
His mouth still tingled from the spice, and when he tried huffing out some air, he found his throat a bit uncomfortable.
A dull burn passed through his throat as the hot air brushed against it.
“Tomorrow, I might really have to use sign language to teach Noia.”
That was a bit of an exaggeration, but there was no denying his throat was uncomfortable.
After a quick wash-up, Leon hit the sack.
A night with no incidents.
The next morning, Anna the maid brought Leon breakfast, and he casually handed her the herb list he prepared the night before.
Anna didn’t ask any questions, only mentioning that it would be gathered by tomorrow.
Leon said it was fine, no rush.
After Anna left, Leon entered the room with his breakfast: some bread and boiled chicken breast, along with a glass of water.
There wasn’t much to complain about; with this level of food, Leon had surpassed ninety-nine point nine percent of defeated captives.
He tore off a small piece of bread, took a couple of chews, and swallowed.
However, as the bread reached his throat, a sharp, painful sting shot through.
Leon quickly gulped down some water to wash it down.
He raised his hand to feel his throat, and even through flesh and bl**d, the discomfort was crystal clear.
“Yep… too many chilies.”
Knock knock knock—
Someone was at the door.
Leon set down the bread and went to answer.
It was Noia.
Just her.
“Good morning, Noia.” He smiled at his eldest daughter, trying to suppress his discomfort.
“Good morning.”
She still hadn’t added any titles.
But Leon was used to it.
He let Noia in.
The icy dragon girl clutched yesterday’s homework, following Leon into the bedroom.
They settled in their previous spots, and Noia handed in her homework.
Leon glanced at it for just a moment when he heard Noia say,
“Um…”
Leon put the paper down, “What’s up?”
“This is for you.”
Saying that, Noia pulled out a box from her pocket…
“Candy?” Leon blinked, asking, “What kind of candy is this?”
“Throat lozenges.”
Leon was taken aback, incredulous, “You got this for me?”
“Yep, it’s from Mom, not me.”
Even the most mature child couldn’t hide their secrets.
In fact, after saying “It’s from Mom,” Noia didn’t need to add, “It’s not from me.”
That kind of made it suspicious.
But Leon didn’t call her out on it; he just took the throat lozenges, “Tell your mom thanks for me.”
“Um…”
To be honest, it really was from Mom.
Noia reflected on the morning:
Mom had casually mentioned how that guy ate so many chilies last night to perk himself up; it was no wonder his throat was in bad shape.
Noia had asked why he needed a pick-me-up.
Mom said he seemed to be setting up a study plan, and that bum, while looking a bit out of it usually, was actually a top student!
Staying up late to make a study plan for himself?
Noia had paused for a moment and then randomly said, “Then give him a box of throat lozenges.”
Mom said okay.
At that point, Noia didn’t realize the severity of the situation and said, “Well, you should deliver it to him.”
Mom shook her head and said, “You go deliver it.”
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And thus, the earlier scene unfolded.
So… saying it’s from Mom, there’s truly nothing wrong with that, right?
Noia thought to herself.
Leon popped a throat lozenge into his mouth, easing his throat while beginning to check Noia’s homework.
“Hmm, not bad. High completion rate. So, our main task this morning is to consolidate yesterday’s knowledge. Shall we start now?”
Noia obediently nodded, “Sure.”
