**Chapter 49: Nap Time**
In the afternoon, the married couple returned to the Silver Dragon Temple.
In their bedroom study, Leon and Roswiser sat by the table.
On the table lay that ancient book, *Primordial Magic: Soul Judgment*.
“What’s the deal with this Claudia from the Sea Dragon Race? She’s like a wish-granting genie! We think of something, and she pulls it out like a magician,” Leon pondered in confusion.
Roswiser frowned slightly, one hand propping her chin as she stared at the dusty tome.
After a moment, she spoke up, “I think instead of figuring out who Claudia is, we should consider why your Master managed to snag Sea Dragon books not once but twice?”
“Sure, the time he got *Nine Gates of Hell* could be dismissed as ‘Oh, I just happened to break into the Imperial Library and happened to grab a book,’ but what about this *Primordial Magic*? You can’t just luck into something like this.”
Leon had realized this too.
But he just couldn’t wrap his head around how that old man had the connections to get his hands on Sea Dragon texts repeatedly.
Just because he was a top dragon slayer in the Empire doesn’t mean his social circle extended all the way to the Sea Dragons!
Leon understood that there were plenty of things his Master wasn’t telling him.
Timing not right, secrets not meant to be revealed, things not entirely under control, and so on, a whole list of possibilities.
But understanding was one thing; the itch of an unsolved mystery was another.
“Well, it looks like I won’t be prying anything out of my Master,” Leon sighed.
Roswiser raised an eyebrow, intrigued, “Oh? What’s that supposed to mean?”
Leon shrugged, “Ever since I was adopted, I’ve never seen my Master or Mistress admit to hiding secret funds, even with solid proof—”
He put his hands on his hips, scratching his forehead, “He just doesn’t budge. Tough nut, that old man.”
The Queen smiled softly, “You really take after your Master.”
“I don’t hide secret funds!”
The topic of secret funds was an everlasting topic between married couples.
Figuring out how to hide them was a headache for many married men.
But General Leon didn’t have such troubles; he had no need to hide secret funds.
After all, not every man gets the chance to marry the Silver Dragon Queen at twenty!
“I’m not talking about secret funds.”
Roswiser rolled her eyes at him, “I meant your stubbornness; you’re a lot like your Master in that respect.”
“I’m not stubborn, Mother Dragon.”
“Hmm.”
“Do you not believe me?”
“I do.”
“Really or fake?”
“Definitely fake.”
“Ah, my temper—”
Roswiser waved her hand, deciding to drop the stubborn argument for now.
After all, they could argue forever about who was more stubborn; they didn’t need to rush it.
What mattered most right now was—
She picked up the ancient book and gently flipped through it, her gaze landing on Claudia’s name.
Leon leaned over. “Well, since we’re not getting anywhere with my Master, I guess we’ll have to start with this Claudia.”
“But we have no legitimate reason to get close to her or the Sea Dragon Race,” Roswiser said. “This tribe is very protective of their territory, and they cut off ties with the major Dragon Races thirty years ago, so they’re practically living in seclusion.”
She nibbled on her lip and placed the book back on the table.
“This is problematic,” Roswiser sighed, sounding more frustrated than usual.
Leon patted her shoulder, “Let’s take it slow.”
Roswiser nodded.
They stopped fussing over the ancient book. After flying around the Temple and the border of the Dragon territory all morning, Roswiser was starting to feel tired.
Basking in the cozy afternoon sun, she went back to the bedroom, changed into a nightgown, and prepared to catch up on a long-overdue nap.
Leon, meanwhile, strolled toward the door.
Roswiser leaned against the headboard and called out to his back, “Where are you off to?”
“No idea. Just going for a walk, practicing some magic, maybe find a nice patch of grass to roll around in… that kind of thing.”
“In other words… you’ve got nothing to do?”
“Pretty much.”
“So you’d rather roll in the grass than serve your Queen’s nap time?”
Leon chuckled, turning around, arms crossed as he leaned against the doorframe, “How old are you? Do you really need someone to keep you company for a nap?”
Roswiser squinted her eyes, seriously correcting him, “Not ‘keep company,’ it’s ‘serve.’”
Leon raised his hands in mock defeat, “I’m not your babysitter!”
“But you are my captive.”
Leon grinned, “Oh, look at that, you even made it rhyme.”
Roswiser: →_→
Leon raised his hands in surrender, “Okay, okay, I’ll serve your nap, Your Majesty.”
With that, he walked into the bedroom, moved a chair beside the bed, and sat down, staring unwaveringly at Roswiser like he was watching a priceless exhibit.
The solemnity was… astonishing.
Roswiser, slightly exasperated, asked, “Is ‘serving’ someone’s nap just sitting there and staring?”
“Well, what else is there?”
After a pause, Leon added with a serious expression, “I could sing you a lullaby.”
“Huh?”
*Kahem—Little Mother Dragon, be a good girl, open the door—uh…!*
Roswiser’s tail swatted over that dog man’s mouth, “Change your clothes and get in bed.”
“At your service, Your Majesty.”
Leon took off his jacket and shoes, climbed into bed from the other side.
He originally planned just to take a casual nap without bothering each other.
But Roswiser had already lifted the covers with her tail, motioning for him to come closer.
Tsk—
Before the daughters left for school, he was the dad; after they left, he suddenly transformed into the ‘nap assistant.’
As he grumbled inwardly, Leon crawled under the covers.
He wasn’t in the habit of napping during the day, so he still wore a short sleeve and long pants.
He thought he’d slip out once he got the Mother Dragon to sleep.
After all, it was daytime; Leon couldn’t be as carefree as he was at night with the flirting.
But… Roswiser didn’t think so.
“Why are you lying so far away?”
Her tone was intentionally sulky, with a hint of lazy playfulness.
Translation: “Come a little closer.”
Leon played dumb, “Ah… getting too close makes it hot.”
“Hot?”
“Yup, so hot!”
“Well then…”
Well then, get off the bed and stop ruining my vibe! —The general’s fantasy moment.
“Well then… if you take off your clothes, it won’t be hot.”
Sure enough, that little fire dragon was up to her tricks again.
The sound of skin brushing against soft sheets rustled. The beautiful lady’s slender white arm gently pressed the quilt, looking as delicate as porcelain in the afternoon sun.
After saying that, she slowly withdrew her arm, sneaked under the sheets, and little by little… wrapped it around Leon’s waist.
Just when Leon was about to sweat bullets and contemplate how to stave off this wave of charm, Roswiser stopped her movements.
This was just an ordinary hug, like cuddling a large teddy bear.
She snuggled closer, resting her tiny chin on his shoulder, her eyes half-closed, silver lashes fanning out perfectly.
“This is our first time,” Roswiser suddenly said softly.
“First time… for what?”
“I don’t have to deal with any work this afternoon, and you don’t have to take the daughters to practice magic or study. We can enjoy a peaceful midday together, right?”
Her voice held a bit of fatigue but was also very content.
Leon looked down at her, the beautiful lady’s face wore a faint smile, and an adorable dimple peeked out from the corner of her upturned lips.
She leaned against him, entirely relaxed.
Leon blinked, then shook his head with a smile.
Well… whatever the Sea Dragon Race’s martial arts manual or the endless work was, they could wait.
Right now… it was time to enjoy a peaceful afternoon with his wife.
He lifted his arm, gently wrapped it around Roswiser’s shoulder.
Roswiser, eyes still closed, pressed closer to him.
The enchanting scent of her body enveloped him, her warm breath tickling his collar, causing little shivers.
“Leon…” it sounded almost dreamy, like a soft whisper.
“Hmm?”
“I don’t like you… not even a little.”
“Hmm, same here.”
As soon as those words left her lips, Roswiser nuzzled into the crook of his neck, her muffled voice coming through,
“Uh… I was lying.”
Leon chuckled, planting a light kiss on her forehead,
“Yeah, me too.”
