### Chapter 102: You Have a Prison Sentence
Leon trailed behind Roswiser, his arms laden with shopping bags as they left the clothing store.
“What’s our next stop? Lunch?” Roswiser turned back to ask.
“Uh, yeah, lunch.”
Roswiser shielded her eyes with her hand, gazing at a tall building in the shopping district where a large clock tower loomed.
It was barely past ten in the morning.
Clearly, they were speeding through their date; it wasn’t even lunch time yet.
Noticing this, Leon suggested, “How about we browse a bit more?”
Roswiser chuckled, taking in the full sight of her man struggling with a mountain of shopping bags, “If you’re not tired, then let’s keep shopping!”
Leon pouted and ignored her, forging ahead deeper into the shopping street.
With her arms crossed, Roswiser followed, shouting at his back, “Hey, do you need help carrying some of that?”
“Nope, it’s all light!” Leon strolled ahead, not looking back.
Back in the day, whenever his Master’s wife went shopping, she’d haul in bags that could rival a dragon’s hoard, and Leon would just smile and say, “Great haul, Master’s wife,” right?
But sometimes, he also thought: Since she always bought so much, why not just bring out the family donkey?
I mean, a donkey would serve the role of a bag holder far better than a captive or a personal pack mule!
The couple continued to wander through the shopping street and stumbled upon a store that looked completely different from the others—clothing and jewelry shops.
With dark hues, bizarre decorations, and incomprehensible mystical symbols, the place radiated an eerie vibe.
Upon entering, they discovered it was a fortune-telling parlor.
Leon merely glanced around and was ready to leave.
He wasn’t really into this tarot card, crystal ball nonsense.
But his Master and wife were totally addicted—every month, they’d drag a different fortune-teller into their lives for their “monthly reading.”
A few times, they insisted he join, and unable to refuse, he tagged along.
Those experiences left him with a serious bias against fortune-tellers.
Fortune-teller A said, “Your son is naturally intelligent, destined to be a scholarly powerhouse with just a little nurturing!”
Fortune-teller B chimed in, “Your beloved son excels in political scheming! In the official world, he’ll make a big splash!”
And then there was Fortune-teller C, the heavyweight: “Your son is in danger next month! Pay me 100 gold coins to avoid this disaster!”
That almost got his Master to flip the table!
…
No wonder Leon had his reservations about these folks; asking for 100 gold coins right off the bat? Why not just hold up a sign that says, “Rob me instead”?
So, this little spectacle was just for laughs—definitely nothing to take seriously.
As Leon prepared to leave, he noticed Roswiser hadn’t followed him.
Turning around, he saw her fixated on the parlor’s sign and explanation, seemingly very interested in the whole thing.
Sure enough.
“Let’s go inside for a look,” Roswiser said. “We’ve still got some time before lunch!”
Well, if the bunny girl wants to go in, who was he to resist?
It’s not unusual for a condemned man to have one last feast, right?
Leon shrugged. “Whatever you want.”
They stepped into the parlor.
Inside, the mysterious atmosphere reigned—lighting, carpeting, and wall hangings all had a flair for the ominous.
There weren’t many people around, and they soon spotted the fortune-teller sitting at the back.
She wore a witch’s hat, a long black dress, and had nails painted a different color on each finger.
Her features were exquisite beneath the hat, though her makeup seemed a bit overdone for the setting—it screamed “emo wizard!”
“Welcome! Please sit down.”
The couple settled in, facing the fortune-teller.
She examined Roswiser, nodding thoughtfully, then turned her gaze to Leon—
And shook her head.
Leon blinked. “Hey, what’s with the head shake?”
“I can see at a glance, sir—”
Leon drew in a sharp breath, energy from the Thunder Element gathering in his hand under the table.
If she knows he’s not from the Dragon Race… well, sorry lady, as a fortune-teller, you should have foreseen your own unfortunate fate today!
“You possess an extraordinary aura, vibrant and dynamic—absolutely not something an average male Dragon can boast! You must be a destined child!”
“……”
The Thunder Light in his hand flickered awkwardly before he cleared his throat and discreetly kicked Roswiser’s shoe, signaling her to save the day.
“Really, he’s just a bit handsome; it’s not that exaggerated,” she said. “What do we call you?”
“Just call me Afu,” the fortune-teller replied. “What kind of fortune are you interested in? Love? Career? If you’re unsure, I also offer a comprehensive package for you to choose from.”
Wow, how convenient! Fortune-telling with a package deal now, huh?
Afu pulled out a wooden board filled with various fortune-telling methods—astrology, bamboo sticks, tarot cards, you name it.
Of course, prices varied.
Though Roswiser was just here for fun, she didn’t want too much hassle, so she said, “Let’s start with astrology; that should be simple enough, right?”
“Yep, just tell me your birthdays!” Afu said confidently.
“October 25th,” Roswiser replied.
“Oh, that makes you a Scorpio!”
Afu began her spiel earnestly. “Scorpios lack security and have a keen observant nature, sensitive to their surroundings. When asking questions, they often already know the answer, but they want to hear you say it out loud.”
Roswiser nodded thoughtfully.
Leon, however, wasn’t buying this nonsense.
Afu continued, “The typical traits of a Scorpio girl are a frosty exterior yet passionate inside—bold in love and hate. When in love, it’s a ‘fail and you d*e trying’ situation.”
“Speaking of love, Scorpios pair best with Pisces and Cancers; your compatibility is quite good.”
Roswiser nodded, pretending to absorb all this. “What star sign doesn’t go well with Scorpio?”
“Leo.”
“Okay.”
Afu then looked at Leon and asked, “And your birthday, sir?”
“August 5th.”
Curious from earlier, Leon couldn’t help but ask, “So, what am I?”
Afu’s expression turned strange as she glanced at Roswiser and hesitantly stammered, “Sir, you are… a Leo.”
“……”
Oh, now it all made sense!
No wonder they were constantly at odds with each other; turns out, it was the star signs causing all the drama!
The couple exchanged glances before simultaneously looking away.
Afu, sensing the tension, hurriedly explained, “Hey, you two don’t take this to heart! Astrology readings are just for fun, not super accurate!”
“I think it’s pretty accurate,” Leon said, seriously.
Before learning they weren’t a good match: “This stuff is just child’s play!”
After learning they weren’t a good match: “What a wise master you are!”
After observing their reactions, Afu genuinely didn’t know how to proceed and proposed, “To express my apologies, I’ll give you a 30% discount on your next reading. How about that?”
Roswiser gave Leon a glance before nodding. “Sure!”
Discounts didn’t mean much to her; it was the principle of the matter.
However, she had a gut feeling that this upcoming reading might not be in Leon’s favor.
It’s well known: bad news for the Dragon Slayer means good news for Dragons.
Reading? Bring it on!
Afu pulled out a crystal ball from under the table. “Sir, please place your hand on the crystal ball. I will connect with your life force to foresee your past and future.”
Oh boy, things just got even more mystical!
Leon skeptically placed his hand on it.
Afu closed her eyes, summoning the crystal ball’s power.
Leon felt nothing, just the chilling touch of the crystal and its rather poor tactile sensation.
After a moment, Afu began to speak in a haunting tone.
“Sir… you naturally possess high leadership skills and a unique perspective on matters, with countless followers who admire you…”
Leon raised an eyebrow, surprisingly impressed.
“But!”
Well, there goes the compliment-to-catch line.
You’ve got to switch it up somehow, right?
“Sir… you seem to be faced with a calamity.”
Leon lifted an eyebrow. “Calamity?”
He instinctively glanced at Roswiser beside him.
What calamity beside this Mother Dragon could I have?
“Hmm… I see… I see iron bars… weeds… hiss!—Sir! I know now!”
Leon held his breath. “What?!”
“You have a prison sentence!”
“Pfft hahahaha—”
Roswiser finally burst out, collapsing into laughter, shaking with glee.
Leon shot her a look that screamed, “Wow, you’re a real comedian!”
Afu blinked, caught in the moment, and for the first time ever doubting her credibility. “Did… did I say something wrong…?”
Leon lowered his voice, gritting his teeth. “No, you’re spot on. Dead on.”
Afu scratched her head. If she was correct, she could keep this rolling.
“Would you like to avoid this prison sentence, sir?”
Leon’s face darkened a few shades.
The next line was probably, “Pay me 100 gold coins to spare you this misfortune,” right?
I swear, these fortune-tellers all play the same song.
But what if it turns out my prison sentence is already behind me?
Now it’s just the later stage: a captive ordeal!
Sister, you’re late to the party.
“No need,” Leon replied.
“Oh… well then.”
He withdrew his hand, stood up, and nudged Roswiser’s shoulder. “Stop laughing; let’s pay up and get out.”
Roswiser nodded, battling the urge to smile widely as she paid the bill, leaving the fortune-telling parlor alongside Leon.
“Leon Casmod.”
Once outside, Roswiser smacked Leon’s shoulder with one hand, seriousness etched on her face. “You have a prison sentence.”
Leon shrugged her off, hastening to the shopping street’s exit.
Roswiser jogged after him, laughing and stabbing with her words, “If you need help to avoid that disaster, I could lend you some funds.”
“Shut it, Evil Dragon!”
Meanwhile, hidden in the shadows, Noia and Moon peeked out, watching their parents’ retreating figures.
“Mom’s so happy,” Moon remarked.
“Yeah, though the date was short, it must have been thrilling. It’s rare to see Mom smile like that,” Noia commented.
“Should we keep following them?”
“Of course.”
“Yay~”
The two little dragon girls scampered off, their tiny legs moving swiftly past the parlor.
Inside, Afu stared blankly at her crystal ball, scratching her head. “Did the crystal ball malfunction?”
She rested her hand back on it, trying to read Leon again.
But this time, the result was totally unrelated to his previously foreseen prison sentence.
Afu’s eyes shot open, muttering, “A man who has a prison sentence… how could he… have a horde of kids?!”
