12 Dragon Pattern, activate!
After Roswiser left, Leon quickly freshened up and started to spend time with Moon in the room.
Whether it was teaching her to read or continuing their dragon knight game, it didn’t take long for Moon to find it boring.
Leon wasn’t particularly great at entertaining kids, so he figured storytelling might be the way to go.
Father and daughter leaned against the headboard.
Moon snuggled into Leon’s arms while he picked up a book titled “Enlightening Stories for Young Dragons.”
“The first story is ‘How to Defeat S-Class Dangerous Species: The Armored Yak.'”
Leon blinked, unable to suppress an inner chuckle at the title.
Seriously? When did slaying dangerous species become a kiddie story?
Is this how you dragon folks help baby dragon hatchlings get wise?
In the human world, this sort of stuff is what you’d find in a Dragon Slayer Academy’s manual after graduation!
After thinking it over, Leon decided this story might not be suitable for Moon, so he moved on to the second one.
“‘How to Use Advanced Fire Magic to Bake Perfect Jerky’…”
Leon, the ever-bemused dragon slayer who was forced into babysitting, exclaimed in his head:
Huh?
Advanced magic for making jerky?
Are you underestimating magic or overestimating jerky?
Feeling a need to preserve his sanity, Leon flipped to the third story.
“‘How the Great Dragon Race Evolved to Today’.”
Now that sounded like a history lesson!
Though Leon still had his doubts about the “great dragon race,” it was better than teaching kids how to slay dangerous species or make jerky.
“The dragon race has thrived thanks to the efforts of various dragon kings. In this story, we’ll introduce the tale of the Red Flame Dragon King, Constantine. Centuries ago…”
As the story droned on, Moon yawned.
Leon paused, looking down at his dozing daughter, her tiny grip on his clothes slackening.
He carefully set the storybook aside, gently lowered her hand, and tucked the blanket around her.
Getting kids to sleep is a win for parents.
This meant Leon could enjoy a bit of his own time.
He walked to the balcony and peered down into the courtyard, noticing there were more guards today than yesterday.
Looks like they’re rolling out the red carpet for Roswiser’s sister; must be a big deal!
In the past, just hearing about two dragon kings meeting would have made Leon’s eyes sparkle with excitement.
Who wouldn’t be excited about two walking victories?
Sadly, that was now a thing of the past.
Forget about ambushing dragon kings—now if Leon tried to sneak up on Moon, she’d just flick her tail and say, “Dad, quit it! You’re making my tail itch!”
Well, what can he do?
He just has to wait until his body is fully healed and then strike when the time is right.
But considering Roswiser’s “revenge” frequency, Leon figured he’d be waiting quite a while before he could get his body back to normal.
Thinking of this made Leon grit his teeth in frustration.
“d*mn it, mother dragon! I will NOT yield!”
Even if he felt like a deflated balloon, Leon had a plan to stir the pot with Roswiser.
Last night he’d decided how to toy with her: he’d use her meeting with the Red Dragon Queen as the perfect opportunity for some ultimate social embarrassment!
Leon pulled up a tiny stool on the balcony and sat in silent anticipation.
As noon approached, the massive doors of the Silver Dragon Temple creaked open, revealing Roswiser as she walked out, escorted by her maids.
Coming in the opposite direction was a woman Leon had never seen before—well, let’s call her a mother dragon!
Dressed in a flowing red gown with hair cascading down, her crimson tail trailed behind her, even longer than Roswiser’s.
Leon remembered something the dragon scholars had said: the longer the tail, the older the dragon.
Of course, that only applies to dragons under five hundred years old.
Suddenly, Leon had an epiphany, his mind wandering into another line of thought:
How old was Roswiser again according to that intel? Over two hundred?
Wow—
Over two hundred still looking as youthful as a human in their twenties?
I definitely need to ask my master how this mother dragon manages her skincare routine!
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he focused back on the two dragon queens in the courtyard.
Roswiser embraced her sister Isar, who returned the affection warmly.
After some brief chit-chat, they headed towards a gazebo, probably discussing something serious.
Roswiser had mentioned last night that her sister was coming to talk about internal dragon clan matters.
Probably a big serious conversation.
Leon smirked, “Sorry to keep you waiting, Your Majesty.”
He slowly closed his eyes, raised his right hand, and placed it gently on the dragon pattern on his chest.
Meanwhile, in the gazebo, Roswiser and the Red Dragon Queen Isar were sitting across from each other.
Isar looked at the guards nearby and said, “You can leave now; I’d like to have a private chat with my sister.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
Once the guards exited, it was just the two sisters left in the gazebo.
Isar sat up straight, eyeing the departing guards, and once she confirmed they were gone, this noble and frosty Red Dragon Queen suddenly leaped next to her sister, affectionately wrapping her arm around Roswiser’s shoulders.
“I’ve missed you so much, sis! It’s been a whole year! You look so healthy!”
“Really? I’m okay, I guess.”
“I’ve heard that a harmonious married life greatly enhances a woman’s glow. Little Luo, did your husband—who’s hidden under a rock—finally wake up?” Isar teased, prying into her sister’s gossip.
When Isar smiled, her little fang peeked out, giving her a playful and adorable vibe, a stark contrast to her regal title.
You wouldn’t guess she was over two hundred years old!
Roswiser, though younger than Isar, acted more maturely.
But these sisters had long learned to appreciate each other’s quirks since they grew up together.
“What hidden marriage? Stop teasing me, sis…”
Roswiser brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear, shaking her head. “He’s awake; he recently took Moon to the back mountain for training. He won’t be back for a few days.”
“Really? What a shame, can’t even see the little princess.”
Isar sighed, then continued,
“But seriously, Little Luo, why did you marry such an obscure dragon king? He won’t even show his tail.”
“Um… everyone has their preferences, you know? He’s very low-key and introverted; won’t stir up trouble with other male dragons for me.”
Roswiser said this with such conviction yet deep down, even she found it hard to believe.
Introverted, low-key?
Come on!
Leon couldn’t be less like those descriptions!
Give him a sword, and he’d chop down Roswiser in a heartbeat!
As for “not provoking other male dragons,” he’d probably take a swipe at them while he was at it!
“Alright, it’s your private business; I won’t meddle. But enough small talk for now, I came to discuss Red Flame Dragon King’s matter—”
“Eeep…”
Suddenly, Roswiser’s brow furrowed, instinctively clutching her chest, feeling a bit uncomfortable.
Isar hurriedly asked, “What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”
“N-no, sis, you can keep talking.”
Roswiser fought against the reaction from the dragon pattern on her chest and tried to maintain a calm demeanor, smiling at Isar.
Outwardly calm, her mind was raging against that j*rk, Leon.
She had a feeling that his question last night, “Meeting your sister must be important, right?” had some ulterior motive.
That’s why she told Leon not to leave the house and cause trouble.
Roswiser thought that would keep Leon in line.
But little did she know, he could leverage the dragon pattern etched on him…
“When one party with a dragon pattern begins to ‘miss’ the other, the dragon pattern reacts.”
And that “missing” wasn’t just sentimental longing.
It also included… uh… X desires.
“d*mn dragon slayer… he’s truly stripped me of any dignity with his antics!”
Roswiser held back her body’s stirring, forcing herself to appear calm.
Seeing her sister seemed fine, Isar resumed her conversation.
“The Red Flame Dragon King, Constantine, is planning to expand his territory—”
“Yikes…”
Roswiser suddenly tensed again, her tail involuntarily curling up, her legs pressing together slightly, biting her lip and swallowing hard.
“Constantine—Little Luo, are you sure you’re alright? Your face is all red.” Isar asked, looking concerned.
Sure, Roswiser might be a bit odd, but when her sister was unwell, Isar couldn’t help but worry.
Roswiser forced a smile, “I’m fine, just… you wait a moment, sis. I need to handle something—just about… twenty minutes.”
“Okay, hurry back! Do you want me to wait with you?”
“No, it’s fine, sis.”
“Alright.”
Roswiser stood, battling the heat and impulses coursing through her body, and stepped toward the temple.
