69 Dad, So Cool! (Double Update, 5k Words)
The principal wanted to help his obedient daughter show filial piety—such greatness needs no words!
Just as Leon was about to unleash his wrath on Wilson, Roswiser pulled him out of the principal’s office.
The couple made their way to the academy entrance, planning to head back to the Silver Dragon Temple.
But then, from the side, a familiar figure emerged.
It was Ral’s father.
This wild dog had apparently been lurking around the school gate for quite a while.
He blocked Leon and Roswiser’s path.
By the looks of it, he wanted another round of “half-time” chat with Leon and his wife.
“Is there anything else?” Roswiser’s tone rarely showed impatience; she genuinely felt that talking to someone like this was beneath her.
But even with her dissatisfaction, Roswiser maintained her cool, exquisite face, her inherent authoritative aura fully displayed.
On this front, she was entirely a gift from Noia.
“Of course, I still want to talk about those two kids.”
“The academy has already given its verdict on this matter. Didn’t you just say in the office that you respect the academy? So I think there’s no need to discuss this further. Please step aside, we need to go home.” Roswiser replied calmly but firmly.
Ral’s father cracked his neck, the bones popping like a wannabe thug, “That was just courtesy in the office; I was giving the academy face. Now that we’ve stepped outside, we gotta settle this the dragon race way.”
At that moment, the two frog-dragon parents shuffled out from the side.
However, these two didn’t emanate the same ridiculous bravado as Ral’s dad; they were so scared they couldn’t even meet Leon’s gaze, hesitation marking their every step.
They were clearly just brought along by Ral’s father to back him up.
“I warn you, don’t mess with the Silver Dragon Race—move aside.” Roswiser repeated.
“And if I don’t? My Red Flame Dragon Race never backs down from this sort of thing. Besides, your man over there is too chicken to even show his tail; I don’t even know which insignificant dragon clan he crawled out from. If it comes to blows, if he makes it through three rounds, I’ll admit defeat.”
If a father’s son loses a fight, you know he has to save face for him.
This dragon named Leon probably hailed from some unknown dragon clan and wouldn’t dare show his tail.
How could he compare to the noble Red Flame Dragon Race?
So, even if he wore his “troublemaker” label like a badge, what’s the harm?
Leon thought to himself, “Whether Ral inherits your title is one thing, but this audacity—you definitely passed that on.”
Also, he asked me to fight, everyone heard him!
Leon glanced at Roswiser, like he was asking for permission.
Roswiser sighed with resignation and whispered, “Just don’t k*ll him.”
Leon made an “OK” gesture and then stepped forward.
The tension escalated; both sides were practically radiating sparks.
Meanwhile, inside the academy, Noia was running toward the door, clutching a box of cookies she made in cooking class.
She had intended to wait until the day after tomorrow when school was out to bring them home.
But hey, since she was already there, why not bring them along?
When Noia reached the entrance, she just so happened to catch Leon preparing to brawl with Ral’s father.
Her academic radar went off—the time to “study” had arrived!
Ral’s father threw a few punches, each one powerful but easily dodged by Leon.
Noia recalled when Leon and her mom sparred in the training grounds; Leon had been on high alert, not daring to take it easy against her mom.
Though, at a critical moment, both parents obviously held back; after all, they weren’t truly enemies in a friendly match.
In the end, Leon lost, but it wasn’t a walk in the park for Mom either.
However, facing Ral’s father now, Leon seemed to be toying with a child, utterly uninterested in the fight.
What other skills was this man hiding? Noia couldn’t help but wonder.
Ral’s father swung and missed, growing increasingly frustrated, his attacks becoming more frantic and sloppy.
With just a few moves, Leon had gauged Ral’s father’s skill level.
The Red Flame Dragon Race had strong warriors, sure, but this one was just a crazed dog—a step above frog-dragons, but not by much.
Back in his days on the battlefield, Leon wouldn’t even bother glancing at a dragon of this level.
“Man, this is boring. What an idiot.” Leon taunted while effortlessly dodging, “I don’t even need magic to beat you.”
“W-What—”
Before he could register the insult, Leon landed a fierce kick to Ral’s father’s knee.
The knee was a weak point for the Red Flame Dragon Race—that was a hard-learned lesson from Leon’s years of dragon-slaying experience, something he usually kept to himself.
Ral’s father immediately went half down on the ground, his knee feeling like it exploded with pain.
Leon took a couple of steps back, sprang off a nearby stone step, and executed a clean spinning kick, sending Ral’s father crashing to the ground.
But that wasn’t the end.
Leon casually stuffed his hands in his pockets and whistled as he walked over, expressionless, and stepped on Ral’s father’s tail, prompting a gut-wrenching scream from him.
Leon drew back his fist, aligning his body with fierce concentration, and unleashed a powerful punch aimed right at Ral’s father’s face.
“N-No, don’t!”
Boom—
Ral’s father trembled in terror, at the last moment curling up defensively while blocking his head.
He felt he might have made a mistake.
The guy in front of him looked unassuming, but when it came down to it, the murderous intent radiating from him was all too real.
It’s the kind of aura only someone who crawled out of a pile of dead dragons possesses…
Who the heck is this guy?!
Yet, Leon’s punch didn’t hit his face.
He carefully lowered his hand, and his fist struck the cement ground right in front of him.
The hard surface cracked, leaving a little dent.
Even dragon bones wouldn’t survive a hit like that.
To put it bluntly, had Leon not held back, Ral would likely be an orphan by now.
“See? Besides my mouth, my fists are pretty tough too.”
Leon pulled back and stood up, kicking Ral’s father’s calf, “Now scram, and tell your son to stop bothering my daughter!”
With that, he looked toward the two frog-dragons spectators.
In previous times, Leon wouldn’t even glance at small fries like them, “You guys want to try your luck too?”
The two frog-dragons quickly shook their heads like bobbleheads.
“Then take him and get lost.”
Ral’s father, trembling as he stood, holding his aching knee, left the scene with the help of the two frog-dragons. But the hatred and resentment in his gaze towards Leon were unmistakable.
Leon let out a breath, turned around, “Alright, let’s go—Noia? When did you get here?”
Upon turning back, he spotted Noia hiding behind the school gate.
From her expression and the way her tail was wagging, she had clearly witnessed the whole scene—looked like… she was quite excited?
Roswiser hadn’t noticed her daughter behind her until Leon spoke up.
“Noia? Why aren’t you back in class?”
Noia ran over, holding out the box of cookies, “I wanted to give these to you.”
She handed the cookie box over.
Roswiser accepted it with both hands, her face lighting up, “Did you make these?”
“Yep! The teacher taught us how to make them in cooking class.”
After a pause, Noia added, “But… they might not taste that great; please don’t mind it.”
Roswiser didn’t say something cliché like “No way! Everything you make is the best!” Instead, she grabbed a cookie from the box, broke it in half, and handed one half to Leon, tasting the other.
“This is quite delicious!” Roswiser stated.
Leon took a bite and concurred, “Yeah, really tasty!”
Noia finally relaxed her tense expression, “I got second place in cooking class.”
Roswiser ruffled Noia’s hair, “Cooking is a piece of cake; next time, we’ll definitely get first.”
“Mm-hmm.”
Noia nodded, then glanced at Leon, biting her lip, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.
After giving it some thought, she finally mustered the courage, “You were… really cool just now.”
At that moment, Leon seemed to grasp the meaning of being a dad.
When you love your daughter selflessly, without expecting anything in return, her simple compliment is worth more than a thousand words.
Especially coming from Noia, who usually didn’t express herself so directly—hearing her praise felt better than any gift.
He didn’t think this involved any manipulation or character control nonsense.
This was just a father’s normal psychological response to his daughter’s praise.
If Leon had a tail, he would be wagging it right now!
Compared to “My daughter has finally grown up and can give compliments,” Leon thought more about “Our father-daughter relationship is finally thawing out.”
He didn’t care whether Noia was maturing; his expectations of her had never been that strict.
He just wanted to connect with Noia, making sure their relationship lived up to being called “father and daughter.”
Seeing Leon stunned by Noia’s simple “cool,” Roswiser lightly nudged his arm.
Leon snapped back to reality, scratching his head and chuckling, “Ah, hehe, of course! Your dad is super awesome! And I didn’t lie, right? The knee really is a weak spot for the Red Flame Dragons. Next time Ral bullies you, just kick him right in the knee.”
Noia giggled but quickly followed her mother’s lead, pausing her laughter as if they charged extra for smiling.
“Okay, I understand! But—wait, is your hand… hurt?”
When Leon raised his hand to scratch his head, he accidentally revealed the knuckles where he had slammed his fist down earlier.
Upon hearing this, Leon quickly dropped his hand behind his back, “It’s nothing; just a little tussle, bumps and bruises are normal.”
“But it’s—”
“The next class is starting soon, right? Better get back to class! The day after tomorrow, Dad and Mom will cook something tasty for you,” Leon said.
Noia’s eyes flickered, biting her lip, “Okay… bye.”
“See you the day after tomorrow.”
Noia waved and jogged back to the academy.
Roswiser handed the cookie box to Leon and then shifted into her dragon form, “Let’s head back.”
“Mm-hmm.”
…
That evening, Leon sat in the nursery reading a children’s book about young dragons, preparing to share it with Moon the next day.
After a moment, he heard the door lock click.
He set down the book and looked toward the door.
Before he could infer who it was, familiar high-heeled footsteps echoed.
Leon didn’t greet her, quietly picking up the book again.
Roswiser sat beside him, waiting silently without saying a word.
A few minutes later, Leon set the book down, “What’s up?”
“Your hand.”
“Huh?”
Without further explanation, Roswiser lifted Leon’s right hand, placing it on her lap.
Then she pulled out some first-aid ointment and began applying it to his wound with a cotton swab, carefully dabbing it bit by bit.
The ointment stung as it touched the wound, causing Leon to instinctively flinch.
“Does it hurt a lot?” Roswiser asked.
Leon stubbornly replied, “N-No, not at all.”
Roswiser smirked and continued applying the balm, but her touch grew much lighter, “Well, I know it doesn’t hurt me.”
The evening breeze flowed through the window, refreshing and pleasant.
Roswiser was meticulous and slow in applying the ointment.
The liquid was cool, but her palm was warm and soft.
As a dragon-slaying veteran, Leon had countless wounds on his hands.
In the past, he’d treat injuries without much thought.
But he had never experienced being cared for this tenderly by someone like Roswiser before.
People always remember their first experiences vividly.
And during these experiences, every little detail feels incredibly significant.
Roswiser’s palm was so soft and warm, yet her fingertips were slightly cool, brushing against Leon’s hand with a delicate and ticklish sensation.
Leon awkwardly cleared his throat and turned his head, trying to shift his focus from this simple physical connection.
Even though it was somewhat painful, he didn’t dare to move too much; after all, his hand was resting on her thigh, and any wrong move could easily be misinterpreted.
“Really… there’s no need for ointment. It’ll be fine in a couple of days.” Leon said.
“Moon wanted to help apply the ointment.” Roswiser said, keeping her head down.
“Oh.”
“I was worried she wouldn’t do it well, so I came myself.”
“Oh.”
“What’s with all the ‘oh’??? I’m being serious here.”
Leon shrugged, “Yeah, I believe you. Why are you so nervous?”
“I’m not nervous.”
“Okay, okay, you’re not nervous; I’m the one who’s nervous then. Ah, ow—ouch!”
Roswiser shot him a glare, “Be honest.”
“Tsk.”
She continued treating his wound.
After a long pause, she spoke again, “Thanks for today.”
“Thanks for what?”
“Back in the office, Ral’s dad was acting all tough. You stepped up to protect me and Noia.”
Roswiser finished applying the ointment, tossing the cotton swab in the trash, “I thought you would love to see me get put in my place.”
Leon shook his hands, still feeling some warmth from Roswiser’s leg, “I… I was totally looking forward to seeing you get left speechless by someone else. I’d be thrilled to see you get put in your place, really!”
Roswiser tilted her head, smiling as she asked, “Then why’d you jump in to help?”
“Eh, how can that be called helping? We may not be on speaking terms, but in front of anyone else, you’re still my—”
Roswiser raised an eyebrow, curiously probing, “Your what?”
Leon diverted his eyes, mumbling under his breath, “My wife… if my wife’s being insulted, am I supposed to just sit back and let it happen? That’d make me a coward! Plus, I’m not just helping you out; I’m mostly doing it for Noia. Yeah, for Noia.”
Alright, alright, you can continue with the stubborn act; no problem.
Roswiser let out a huff, absentmindedly adjusting her hair.
Leon then noticed that she had been keeping the little braid he had made for her while she was unconscious.
Seeing that, he felt a little proud inside.
Look, my taste in style is definitely ahead of the curve!
“My sister wrote to me just now.” Roswiser said.
“Is she coming to visit again?”
Roswiser shook her head, “She invited us to take our two daughters over to her place. Do you want to go?”
“I’m not going.” Leon shook his head.
“Alright, fine; if you’re not going, then we’ll settle a score for the things from before.”
“I’ll go.” He crumbled on the spot.
“Great! When Noia’s out for break the day after tomorrow, we’ll head out.”
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Guess what good stuff my big sister has in store for us? Thanks for the monthly tickets, see you tomorrow~
