### 42 A Pure Night
A few days had passed since the enrollment photo sh**t, and the day of Noia’s entrance exam was just around the corner.
In just a month, Leon had managed to teach Noia all the main questions from the entrance exams that Saint His Academy had used over the past few years.
Noia was quite the smart cookie; anything he taught her, she picked up quickly.
As the final days approached, he decided to let his daughter relax a bit and not stress herself out too much.
All work and no play, right?
That evening, Leon was alone in the baby room, enjoying his dinner.
Roswiser had been unusually quiet and well-behaved these past few days.
Unless it was absolutely necessary, she hadn’t bothered Leon at all.
He thought for sure that after the whole Dragon Strength incident, she wouldn’t let it slide so easily.
Surprisingly, all this time had passed, and that Mother Dragon hadn’t mentioned it even once.
Must be that after that fateful night, Leon, empowered by Dragon Strength, really satisfied Roswiser’s needs. Maybe that’s why she was turning a blind eye?
Leon mulled this over as he polished off the last piece of steak on his plate.
After dinner, he took a short break, then kicked off a basic workout.
Push-ups, sit-ups, squats.
After a short set, Leon was wheezing like a rusty old machine.
But it was way better than just a few days ago.
Since the Dragon Race’s medicine had unpredictable side effects, Leon had to revert to the good ol’ fashioned method of exercise.
He cranked out a few more sets when suddenly, he heard the lock rattle.
He paused and looked towards the entrance.
It was Roswiser.
She hadn’t dropped by in two days. What made her suddenly visit tonight?
“Hey, working out, are we?”
Roswiser sauntered over but didn’t come into the bedroom; instead, she crossed her arms and lightly leaned against the door frame.
Not bothering to acknowledge her, Leon lay back down on the floor and resumed his sit-ups.
Seeing she was being ignored, Roswiser stepped closer and plopped her foot right on his chest while he was lying back.
Leon lay there, speechless, turned his head away, and said, “If you have something to say, just say it.”
“Want to boost your stamina? Just do a couple of Dragon Strengths instead of burning yourself out doing sit-ups and sweating like a pig,” Roswiser teased.
Leon shot her an exasperated glance, then tilted his head slightly to look at her dainty little ankle and said,
“Either move your foot or let me take a bite.”
“I need to talk to you,” Roswiser replied, removing her foot.
Leon got up off the floor and clapped his hands, “What is it?”
“Come to my room tonight, and I’ll tell you,” she stated.
“…Can’t we just talk here?”
Roswiser shook her head.
Great.
Just when he thought that Mother Dragon had turned over a new leaf, she revealed her true colors at the drop of a hat.
In the dead of night, going to her room alone? He could only imagine what would happen; Leon could guess with his pinky toe.
And this time it wasn’t Roswiser blocking his door to trap him;
No, now she wanted him to “provide room service.”
Could this cheeky Mother Dragon actually see him as a part of the service industry?
“I’m not going.” Leon tried to refuse.
“Not going? Think about the consequences,” she threatened.
“Fine, I’ll go.” Leon relented.
If he went, it would be a miserable night;
If he didn’t, he’d be miserable for at least a week.
With a deep breath, grit his teeth, and bear it.
Roswiser hummed triumphantly, “That’s more like it. I’ll be waiting for you in half an hour.”
With that, Roswiser walked away in her high heels.
Once she left, Leon sighed helplessly.
He should have seen this coming. Roswiser was a vengeance-seeking missile; after the Dragon Strength incident, how could it possibly just go away?
Who knows what wild antics she’d pull when he finally stepped into her lair.
With those thoughts racing through his mind, Leon sank deeper into despair.
When would this agony end?
He glanced at the clock; it was half an hour away, so he needed something to k*ll time.
After a moment’s thought, Leon decided to take a shower.
Roswiser had said he was a sweaty mess.
He sure didn’t want her gossiping behind his back.
About twenty minutes later, after a refreshing shower and some fresh clothes, Leon made his way to Roswiser’s room.
He arrived at her door and knocked.
“Come in, the door’s unlocked!” came her voice immediately from inside.
Leon bit his lip, hesitating for a second before pushing the door open.
If memory served right, this was his first time entering Roswiser’s private domain.
As he stepped in, he took in the layout of the living room.
Pretty simple and plain. No lavish decorations to be found; it was all about the minimalistic vibe.
Making his way further inside, he passed the kitchen, guest room, and finally the master bedroom.
The door to the master was open, but Roswiser wasn’t inside.
Leon’s peripheral vision caught sight of Roswiser’s bedroom, where he saw the stuffed bear he had gotten for her when they visited Sky City a few days ago, sitting on the bed.
He froze for a moment.
He distinctly remembered Roswiser claiming she wasn’t into toys like that.
And yet there it was, right on her bedside.
“Women, I can’t understand what they’re thinking,” Leon muttered to himself, settling onto the couch.
The sound of running water came from the bathroom; guess Roswiser was showering too.
That only solidified his suspicions.
At this rate, if he didn’t drop a few pounds tonight, he’d be locked in this room indefinitely.
Leon took deep breaths again and again, trying to relax.
About ten minutes later, the bathroom door swung open, and out walked Roswiser.
She was wearing a simple spaghetti strap nightgown, the dragon pattern faintly visible, with damp silver hair cascading down her shoulders. Steam still lingered on her nicely toned calves.
Her skin was so smooth that water droplets couldn’t cling to it, gliding down her cheek and chin, ultimately dripping off her slender collarbone.
Walking barefoot and rubbing her hair dry, Roswiser strolled right past Leon and said,
“On time, impressive. Oh, you cleaned up too!”
Leon watched the trail of water footprints she left behind on the floor, wide-eyed, but kept his mouth shut.
Roswiser poured a glass of water and handed it to Leon.
“Drink some water first; I’ll finish drying my hair.”
If she goes and asks, “So, how long have you been doing this job?” that would be the killer blow.
Leon quietly took the cup and took a small sip.
A moment later, Roswiser returned with her hair mostly dry, standing in front of Leon with her hands on her hips.
“Alright, let’s get started. Where do you want to do this? Living room or… balcony?”
Leon was taken aback, “On the balcony… might not be the best idea?”
Roswiser shrugged, “What’s wrong with that? No one can see us anyway.”
Leon facepalmed, “So long as you don’t mind the embarrassment, I guess we can go to the balcony.”
“Pfft, what’s there to be embarrassed about? Let’s just stay in the living room; it’s the same anywhere.”
With that, Roswiser walked around the coffee table and plopped down beside Leon.
Letting out a long breath, Leon closed his eyes and lay back on the couch.
Honestly, he thought about smacking himself just to wake up and have Roswiser sort things out herself.
But after a while, he noticed nothing was happening.
Only to hear Roswiser softly say, “What are you doing?”
Leon opened his eyes and sat up straight, “Ah? I… didn’t you want that… thing?”
Roswiser chuckled, looking at him with that teasing glint, “Ah, what thing might that be?”
Leon swallowed awkwardly, momentarily at a loss for words.
Then Roswiser reached beneath the coffee table and pulled out a thick stack of exam papers.
“The assessment by Saint His Academy for family members is pretty strict. And they’ve included a series of matching questions. We need to familiarize ourselves with each other to boost Noia’s chances in her entrance evaluation.”
She glanced at Leon, tapping the cover of the test with her finger, clearly enjoying the look of bewilderment and embarrassment on his face.
“…Roswiser, you’re truly—”
That Mother Dragon had intentionally led him to misunderstand, just to savor this social d*ath moment!
Roswiser narrowed her eyes slightly, her tone dripping with mock disdain,
“Mr. Casmod, you seem pretty pent-up~ But tonight’s not the right time; let’s save it for another day.”
