95 Inspection Time!
Our hopes were placed firmly on Leon Casmod, yet he ultimately fell to the hands of a carrot. After breakfast, the lingering taste haunted his mouth and nose like an unwanted ghost.
When Moon played with him in the afternoon, she curiously asked, “Dad, why do you look less healthy after eating a carrot?”
“Oh, dear daughter, just because you don’t like purple cabbage doesn’t mean you can’t eat it; but when it comes to carrots, it’s a whole different story—I absolutely can’t eat those!”
“You really have no idea what Dad used to do, do you?”
Once upon a time, Dad was the precious gem of the Empire’s Dragon Slayer Army. The cooks knew that he detested carrots and eggplants, so they immediately banished both from his rations once he was enlisted.
See? That’s the kind of treatment a top-notch Dragon Slayer gets. It’s like a straight-A student freely picking their desk in class!
But alas, despite all the delicious meals, Leon was only ever afraid of those two foods—and wouldn’t you know it, this morning, Roswiser caught him red-handed!
What a coincidence, or perhaps… something more sinister?
Unable to wrap his head around it just yet, he decided there was no time to mourn for the carrots lost; now, it was time for Leon Casmod’s revenge!
As a Dragon Slayer, I absolutely cannot let that Mother Dragon have a good time!
Through their time together, Leon had discovered that aside from their bed activities, Roswiser had no significant weaknesses in daily life.
She loved to bathe, loved cleanliness, but didn’t have a severe case of OCD; she could cook, and her meals were flawless—no complaints there; and she tackled housework without breaking a sweat — sweeping and mopping were child’s play for her.
Finding one weakness that could make her unable to eat for a day was like searching for a needle in a haystack.
“Can’t eat… can’t eat… wait, I’ve got it!”
He recalled that yesterday, while talking to Anna, she had mentioned in passing, “Your Majesty doesn’t like cilantro.”
Bingo! He actually fished that needle out of the ocean!
…
At dinner, Leon volunteered to cook.
Adhering to the unyielding principle of “if you’re gonna do something, do it right,” every dish he prepared was garnished with cilantro.
No matter how cunning that Mother Dragon is, she’ll never escape my cilantro trap!
Once everything was ready, Leon brought the culinary creations to the table.
As soon as the first plate of roasted chicken wings landed on the table, the smile on Roswiser’s face turned to stone.
The delectable aroma wafting from the chicken wings was inviting, but the green specks sprinkled on top were painfully obvious.
Roswiser inhaled deeply.
Alright, it was just a plate of wings—if she didn’t eat, it was fine; there were plenty of other dishes, right?
Next came the second dish: roasted fish—cilantro-flavored.
Roswiser’s frozen face finally started cracking.
Did Leon really put this much cilantro in his food before?
Watching her reaction, Leon stifled his laughter as he continued to serve more dishes.
From this point onward, every single dish was decked out with cilantro.
There was no escape for Roswiser!
This was cilantro hell for her!
“Come, Moon, your steak needs some veggies too,” Leon said.
“Got it, Dad~”
“Here, your roasted fish, help yourself.”
After serving the meal, Leon sat down, but instead of digging in, he leisurely enjoyed watching the expressions on Roswiser’s face.
Roswiser bit her lip, staring at the cilantro-adorned roasted fish for a long time. Finally, she managed to say, “I… I’m not very hungry; you all go ahead and eat.”
Just as she began to rise, Leon suddenly reached out and caught her wrist.
“You were out for so long yesterday, travelling and hardly resting; how can you skip dinner? Just eat a little so I don’t worry,” Leon said, eyes sparkling with sincerity.
“……”
How disgusting, your royal attentiveness, Casmod!
But still not as disgusting as cilantro.
“Indeed, Mom, balanced nutrition is important, and so are three meals a day~”
Good daughter, whose side are you on exactly?!
Thrown into a feast of pure cilantro because of Leon’s whimsical design, she couldn’t tell if he was being malicious on purpose.
But to avoid setting a bad example for her daughter, Roswiser had to sit back down, pick up her cutlery, and look at the cilantro-festooned fish, her voice trembling, “Alright… Mom will eat.”
“Yay~”
Holding back the taste of cilantro, Roswiser took tiny bites of the roasted fish.
Who said true empathy doesn’t exist?
She was already beginning to understand the suffering Leon felt during breakfast.
Though that suffering was entirely her fault.
Wait—
As Roswiser chewed the fish, she glanced over the table.
Every dish had cilantro…
It was hard not to suspect this guy was doing it on purpose.
Was he pulling this massive meal to make her jealous?
But how did he know she didn’t like cilantro?
Roswiser’s mind was racing as she endured the overpowering flavor of cilantro, puzzling over the mystery.
This dinner was the most satisfying meal Leon had enjoyed in a while.
Mmm, cilantro truly was the most perfect food in the world!
After dinner, as Moon retired to her room, the couple began washing the dishes.
“Did you enjoy dinner?” Leon pressed on relentlessly.
Roswiser saw straight through his motives and replied, “It was actually pretty good; you did well.”
Alright, alright, tough luck, Evil Dragon; tomorrow I’ll prepare a full cilantro course for you again.
“As long as you’re happy,” Leon said.
Roswiser snickered, placing the clean plate down, and switched the topic, “Tonight I’m sleeping in your room.”
Leon blinked, “In my room…”
“Yep, remember to tidy up a bit; see you tonight.”
With that, Roswiser wiped her hands and provided no further explanation.
But even without an explanation, Leon understood her meaning completely.
After all, they were already like an old married couple; such matters needed no more than a look to convey meaning.
It seemed tonight’s cilantro feast had reignited her desire to torment Leon.
Besides, ever since the hot springs battle, Leon hadn’t submitted any assignments for half a month.
In previous times, when she’d submit work, Roswiser would make a choice between her room or Leon’s nursery.
If she wanted to spice things up—like teacher-play or boss-play—she’d pick her room; if she just craved a night of unrestrained fun, she’d choose Leon’s room.
The reasoning was simple; she didn’t want her room in complete disarray.
So tonight would undoubtedly be another wild one, huh?
But after a moment of surprise, Leon quickly composed himself.
With the impressive recovery speed he’d been sporting these past two weeks plus the highly nutritious food from the Dragon Race, he was in way better shape than before.
Did Roswiser really think she could just toy with him again?
Not happening!
If she wanted to come…
Sure, why not?
He’d make sure that Evil Dragon had no way back!
However, to avoid revealing his confidence, Leon still played coy,
“Can we reschedule for another day?”
Predictably, her reply was, “No way.”
“Oh.”
Alright, alright, Mother Dragon, I’ve given you the chance; don’t come crying for mercy later!
…
Later that night, Leon tidied up his nursery a bit and then sat at his desk, quietly waiting.
Not long after, a sound at the door signaled Roswiser’s arrival, dressed in a light slip of a nightgown.
She padded in wearing her dragon-wing slippers; the hem barely covered the tops of her thighs.
Her long, beautiful legs were fully exposed, seductive and fiery.
The dragon patterns across her chest subtly peeked through, her soft shoulders delicate and fair, every step shook softly.
As she walked past Leon, a fragrant aroma mixed with her lovely bath gel drifted through the air, intoxicating.
Without a word, she climbed into bed, lifted the duvet, and lay down.
“Did you bathe?” Roswiser asked.
“Yep.”
“Mhm, come here.”
After a pause, she added, “Take off your shirt.”
Leon quietly rose and slipped off his shirt.
Roswiser took a glance; Leon’s solid, toned muscles were eye-catching, his abs well-defined, enough to make anyone want to reach out and touch.
But that wasn’t Roswiser’s goal tonight.
She averted her gaze, gently closing her eyes.
A few seconds later, Leon lay down beside her.
“Should I turn off the lights?” Leon asked.
“Yeah, off please.”
With a click—
The bedside light went out, plunging the room into instant darkness.
A shimmer of moonlight filtered in through the window, but Leon didn’t take the moment to appreciate the side of Roswiser.
He stayed quietly still, waiting for the perfect opportunity, like a lion on the prowl.
You might not realize how absurd it is to counterattack a Mother Dragon with ease.
I often say, back in the day, when Noia managed to take on three in one against the odds, it wouldn’t be an issue for me, Leon, to turn the tables on Roswiser.
If I could momentarily thwart her as she awaited her turn like a sack of potpourri, she was done for—and if I could just swap that potpourri for Dragon Strength, it would be game over.
Too bad that wasn’t an option.
Come on, Mother Dragon, hurry up and move; I still want my counterattack!
Handing over a tiny pointer, please begin your performance.
Tick-tock—
As seconds turned into minutes, Roswiser remained completely still.
Leon turned his head to find her with her eyes closed, her breathing steady.
Wait… has she… fallen asleep?
Where was the fireworks display? Why is she asleep?
Leon gently poked her arm. “Hey, hey.”
No response.
She really was out cold.
Seriously?
You said you were coming to sleep in my room, and it was really just to sleep, nothing else?
Leon pondered, since Roswiser was now asleep, if he took this chance to—
Nope, wrong time.
This Mother Dragon loved her aggressive cuddles too much; countering her would mean so much more.
Besides, Leon had worked hard to recover his vitality these past few weeks; no way he could squander it so easily.
Money must be spent where it counts.
With that in mind, Leon shifted to the other side of the bed, putting some space between them, and promptly drifted off to sleep as well.
However, around two in the morning, with a silver sparkle in her eyes, Roswiser slowly sat up, gently poking Leon’s shoulder, “Wake up! It’s time for your punishment; wake up!”
Leon didn’t respond.
Roswiser smirked, “Good.”
She glanced at the wall clock, noting it was exactly two-thirty.
Taige had said that as long as it was precisely two-thirty, if Leon was asleep, asking him any question would have a decent chance of him revealing his true thoughts.
Roswiser was more than eager to put that to the test.
She didn’t waste time thinking of a question; before coming here, she had already formulated one.
“Let’s start with an easy test.”
Clearing her throat, she said,
“Leon Casmod, what’s the name of your little daughter?”
“Umm…” A sleepy mumble escaped his lips, but he didn’t answer Roswiser’s question.
Roswiser furrowed her brows, “Am I just not lucky tonight?”
Just as she was hesitating over whether to return tomorrow night, Leon mumbled drowsily, “Moon… Moon K. Melkway.”
Roswiser’s eyes lit up, “Oh ho~ Got it.”
Bingo! A direct hit; no wonder they’re family!
“Now for the second question, about that girl you turned down in five seconds when you were in school—what did she look like?”
Romantic history + embarrassing secrets = double trouble!
Leon pondered aloud, “Umm… silver hair, tall… kind of pretty…”
Roswiser lowered her gaze and huffed, “After all these years, you still remember her that clearly? Hmph, Dog Man! So why did you take five seconds to reject her when you could take out the others in a heartbeat?”
“Umm… hehehe~ hehehehe~”
“What are you giggling about? Answer me properly!”
“She… she was pretty… hehehe…”
Roswiser’s expression darkened slightly, “Then why did you still turn her down? Why not just date her?”
“Because… umm… I only like silver-haired, tall girls… not her!”
Upon hearing this, Roswiser eased up a bit. “Then what else do you like?”
“I also like… mature ladies, black stockings, and bunny girls…”
Holding back laughter, Roswiser crossed her arms as if she had stumbled onto a big secret, “Oh, so you’re into bunny girls, huh, Dog Man?”
Even his Master didn’t know that!
Who knew there would be an unexpected gain!
“Then, do you really want that five-second girl to wear a bunny suit just for you?”
“Not… really…”
Roswiser: “So, who do you want to see in a bunny suit?”
“Emmmm… Roswiser.”
Some Dragon:?
Ha! Dream on, I, the Silver Dragon Queen, will never don a bunny suit for you!
