Intentional
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Isar watched the reactions of the two little ones and couldn’t help but glance over at Leon.
Leon, who had just been grinning with schadenfreude, suddenly turned a bit sheepish and looked away.
Roswiser was even more taken aback. Who would have thought that what she said over a hundred years ago would come back in a rather strange way today?
She really “married” someone with good grades, a sense of responsibility, a fondness for children, and who doesn’t bully the weak.
The couple chose to silently acknowledge the “coincidence” between them.
Isar glanced left and right. Since the couple was a bit embarrassed, her goal was already achieved.
She put away the Shadow Stone and asked, “So, who pursued whom first back then?”
Leon quickly jumped in, “She chased me.”
“Have some dignity. Who pursued whom? Say it again.”
Just as Leon opened his mouth to argue further, he noticed the look Roswiser was giving him, which clearly stated, “You dare say that again?!”
He gulped and sheepishly said, “Uh… it was her who pursued me first. I was being thickheaded and ignored her, then I regretted it and chased her back.”
Roswiser let out a cold snort, indicating, “That’s more like it.”
Rarely did their back-and-forth end with one side backing down.
Perhaps the previous “partner standards” were just too shocking, causing them to feel a bit… fluttery?
Seeing the couple exchanging “lovey-dovey” glances, Isar recognized that it was time to change the topic.
At that moment, the maids came to notify them that dinner was ready, so they headed to the dining hall.
After sitting down, Isar asked with a smile, “Mewn, Auntie has some steak here! Want Auntie to hold you while you eat?”
“Yes, yes, yes!”
Mewn dashed over to Isar, stretched out her little arms, begging for a hug.
Isar, who was quite fond of children, lifted Mewn onto her lap, holding her little hands as they cut the steak together.
Leon, Roswiser, and Noia also began to enjoy their dinner.
Through brief interactions, Leon discovered that the Red Dragon Queen Isar was actually quite easy to get along with.
Being Roswiser’s sister, she didn’t come off as rigid at all.
Just as Roswiser had said, she was lively, talkative, and a touch cunning.
Plus, she had a special appeal to children.
Even Noia, who usually shied away from interacting with others, had just let Isar hold her for a while.
This demonstrated Isar’s warm charm.
She was completely different from the dragon kings Leon had encountered before.
They were friendlier, more peaceful, and placed a higher emphasis on “family.”
Indeed, the dragon race’s way of life and educational principles differed greatly from humans, yet when it came to emotions, they held the purest intentions.
Loving family, loving oneself.
“By the way, Little Luo, I heard that you had a bit of a run-in with a duke from the Red Flame Dragon Race a few days ago?” Isar asked casually while offering Mewn a small piece of meat.
“Yeah, his son teamed up with two Frog Dragons to bully Noia, and Noia gave them a good thrashing.”
Isar looked up, “Frog Dragons?”
Roswiser blinked, glancing at Leon, and explained, “Oh, those are the Dwarven Dragons.”
“Oh, I see. I heard that guy went back and complained to Constantine, saying he wants to show you some color.”
“Does Constantine even care about him?” Roswiser chuckled lightly.
Isar giggled, “Who knows? But that old dragon king has indeed been quite active lately, eager for a fight. Remember when I came to your place last time and mentioned he wanted to expand his territory?”
“Yeah, I remember.”
Roswiser appeared indifferent, “If he really tries to mess with my Silver Dragon Temple over a worthless duke, then I wouldn’t mind trimming the Red Flame Dragon Race a bit.”
“Hey, hey, let’s keep the hostility down, we’re just chatting here! Time to eat!”
Leon silently listened to the conversation between the sisters.
He recalled that while teaching Mewn about dragon history, he encountered some tales about Constantine.
It depicted him as a heroic figure who expanded the dragon race’s territory.
He was probably one of the older dragon kings, so his strength was definitely nothing to scoff at.
But in response to Isar’s reminder, Roswiser seemed unfazed.
She wasn’t the type to overestimate herself or boast; if she didn’t feel absolute confidence, she wouldn’t be spouting off about “trimming the Red Flame Dragon Race.”
Leon brought his thoughts back to his meal and carried on.
As dinner reached its conclusion, the maids came to clear the table.
Isar delicately wiped the meat crumbs off Mewn’s mouth, while Noia quietly sat to the side.
Leon wore a slight smile, as if he were reminiscing about that earlier social embarrassment.
Roswiser already regretted bringing this guy along.
If worse came to worst, could she just drop him off halfway on their way back tomorrow?
That should work, right? Totally feasible, right?
“Where were we? Oh right~~ you chasing Little Luo, right?” Isar initiated a post-meal discussion.
Leon’s gaze flickered, feeling a bit guilty, “Uh, it was… I was the one pursuing her.”
“Well, you really are quite impressive. Many boys chased after Little Luo back then; at one point, they lined up from the front yard of the Silver Dragon Temple to the back mountains.”
“Not that exaggerated, sis…”
“Hehe, it just means your husband should cherish you more.”
Isar continued, “Hey, Leon, you know, Little Luo had a bunch of quirky suitors, and their gifts were something else.”
Leon’s interest was piqued at once.
Are we diving into embarrassing history again?
I love it! Bring it on!
Roswiser was too exhausted to stop it.
Whatever, let it all end in ruin.
A person truly dies two deaths: the first is the d*ath of the body, and the second is the d*ath of being forgotten.
But a certain silver dragon queen has pioneered a third:
Ultimate social d*ath!
“I remember one gift was a stuffed bear that would wake you up at six every morning, and its sound was obnoxiously loud. Little Luo got it and tossed it aside immediately.”
“A stuffed bear?”
“Yep. Not sure if it was that Little Luo didn’t like stuffed bears or just despised that noise.”
“Must be she didn’t like the person who gave her the stuffed bear.” Roswiser sipped her after-meal tea.
Leon pondered, “So that means she actually likes stuffed bears, huh?”
Roswiser shot him a side-eye, knowing what he was hinting at.
To prevent this guy from diving deeper into that topic, she simply went along with it, saying, “Uh-huh, I love stuffed bears the most!”
Perhaps, it wasn’t really about the stuffed bear.
But rather, the person who gave the stuffed bear—
Well, that was just an excuse to stop him from fixating on it, Roswiser thought.
“Speaking of suitors, Little Luo, I have a surprise waiting for you!”
Roswiser nearly choked on her tea.
Not done yet?!
Oh my dear sister, how many hidden talents do you still have up your sleeve?
How long have you been preparing for this day?
“Sis, no need for more words, just bring out the surprise already!” Leon rubbed his hands together eagerly.
Had he known there would be such a delightful surprise at big sis’s place, he wouldn’t have possibly turned it down!
In this family, big sis was truly his confidante!
In making Roswiser socially embarrassed, he and Isar were practically in perfect sync.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend!
Isar darted off and returned with a large cardboard box in her arms.
“What’s this…” Roswiser suddenly had an ominous feeling.
“All the love letters you tossed aside without a glance when you were younger!”
“Eh, Mommy, why did you faint?!”
“I’m fine… Mommy can still hold up…”
Isar began to flip through the love letters in the box, almost like a treasure trove.
“This one was from the prince of the Green Dragon Race, pity he never even made it through the gates of your Silver Dragon Temple.”
“This one was from a noble of the Ice Dragon Race, but he was even worse off; you didn’t even bother to learn his name.”
“See this one? It’s still unopened, all tossed away, and fortunately, your sister’s frugal self scooped them all back up for you.”
Roswiser covered her face, “Sis, what does frugality have to do with this…”
“Frugality! Unwanted love letters can be used for table legs; being prudent means you can have a look when you’re unhappy, and that’ll cheer you up!”
Roswiser silently gave her a thumbs up—You win.
“Ahem, so let’s randomly pick a lucky recipient to read a love letter sent to Little Luo.”
“Sis, let me do this for sure!” Leon volunteered.
“Sure, go ahead, there’s a whole boxful.”
Leon eagerly rummaged through the box and finally pulled out a pink envelope.
He held it up to his nose and dramatically took a deep breath, “Wife, I’m about to read from the letter of the month here, oh~~ let me take this opportunity to learn, so I can write to you every day.”
“……”
Leon leisurely opened the envelope and began reading with great emotion,
“Dear Miss Melkway, at first sight, I was irresistibly captivated by you. Oh, Melkway, you shine as brilliantly as the Milky Way above, and like a spirit of the night, you stealthily captured my heart~ oh~~ Melkway, my beloved, my—mmph mmph mm—”
Roswiser swiftly grabbed a piece of uneaten bread from the table and stuffed it into Leon’s mouth.
“You’ve won, Leon. You’ve grossed me out immensely, and it’s perfect.” The Mother Dragon’s tone turned a bit annoyed.
She felt as if she was a pufferfish, cheeks puffed and flushed with anger.
Leon swallowed the bread whole, tossed the letter aside, and pulled Roswiser into a side hug.
Roswiser thought he was going to continue grossing her out, but what Leon said next caught her off guard.
“Alright, alright, suitors and love letters, all past clouds. In the end, you still married me and have these lovely, understanding daughters.”
He looked at Roswiser, his eyes filled with deep affection—
Of course, mostly driven by sheer survival instinct.
If he didn’t charm this Mother Dragon soon, Leon had no doubt about what she might do tonight.
Roswiser’s cheeks flushed a bit more, and she hurriedly turned her head away, “Sis and the kids are here! Don’t say things like that, you fool!”
“Daddy’s being shy~” Mewn joined the teasing.
Isar had a smirk on her face, resting her chin on one hand, “You two are looking quite good together.”
She could see that even though her sister and brother-in-law were constantly bickering, neither would back down, but that kind of interaction was the most relaxed.
Little Luo would never allow anyone to joke around with her, and this man named Leon had managed to do so.
She was certain they would… continue to be happy together in the future, wasn’t she?
She stood up, clapped her hands, “Now, dinner’s wrapped up. I’ll take you to the guest rooms, and tomorrow we’ll visit the Red Dragon Tribe.”
“Sounds good~”
Isar took Noia and Mewn’s little hands, while Leon and Roswiser followed behind.
Upon reaching the third floor of the Holy Temple, Isar first arranged for the sisters to share a room.
Inside were small wooden horses, slides, and ocean balls—everything one could want.
It seemed Isar had turned a miniature Young Dragon Paradise into a bedroom!
The two little ones rushed in excitedly.
Isar smiled and then led the couple to the innermost room, opening the door, “Here, you two will be staying for the next few days!”
This room was much simpler:
As far as the eye could see, there was only a large bed and a massive transparent bathroom.
To make matters worse, rose petals were scattered on the bed and in the bathtub of the bathroom!
Leon & Roswiser exclaimed, “Only one bed?!”
“Hehe, I’ve been preparing for this day for two years. You two have a good rest now~”
Isar squinted and smiled, looking like a cunning old fox succeeded in her scheme.
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