127 The Queen’s Day Off
Roswiser decided to give herself a day off.
When she told Anna about it, the Head Maid was utterly stunned.
You see, Your Majesty was notoriously a workaholic. Unless there was an emergency, she absolutely would not take a day off.
Anna, thinking the Queen must be sick, kindly asked a few questions, to which the reply was simply:
“I’ve been a bit tired lately and want to rest.”
Well, that was simple and bulletproof reasoning for a day off.
So, Anna stopped probing further.
For the day that Her Majesty took off, she would step in to handle both minor and major family matters.
In the morning, Roswiser lay on the living room sofa, dressed in a silk nightgown. The straps slid down her curvy shoulders, dangling precariously like a cliffhanger.
Her body resembled rolling hills—graceful and curvaceous, like a landscape that had no end.
One delicate hand rested gently on her belly while the other supported her forehead.
She felt so drowsy.
For no apparent reason.
She had gone to bed early the night before, so why did she still feel like she couldn’t wake up?
She glanced sideways at the ice cream on the coffee table.
She thought about having a snack to perk herself up, but sadly, it didn’t do much good.
It wasn’t that the icy coolness lacked refreshing effects; it was just that eating anything now made her feel a bit queasy.
Especially in the morning and at night.
She pulled her gaze away from the ice cream and shut her eyes, replaying the various oddities she’d experienced over the past few days.
Mysteriously gaining weight—it wasn’t obvious, but women are highly sensitive to changes in their weight.
Nausea and dry heaving while eating, particularly when smelling oily or meaty dishes, would make her gag even more.
Her head felt foggy, limbs all sore; if she sat up too quickly, the world would suddenly go dark for about ten seconds before she finally came around.
Now, there was also this newfound sleepiness.
Ugh—
The more she thought about it, the more annoyed she became.
Roswiser rolled over on the sofa, facedown against the couch back, arms hugging her elbows, and her silver hair cascading down like a waterfall.
From the back, she looked like a sulking little girl.
Strangely enough, in some ways, Roswiser and Leon were quite similar.
Both would toss and turn, getting anxious over something they didn’t understand.
But while Leon was usually fixated on practical matters and was an action-taker, solving problems was just a matter of time for him.
Roswiser, on the other hand, was more about emotional turmoil—that could take a while to resolve.
The extra weight might have settled on her body, but her worries were trapped in her heart.
After flipping over several times, Roswiser determined she was both tired and wide awake.
So, she simply sat up, slipped off her slippers, and headed to her study.
She planned to write in her diary.
Flipping open her diary, the latest entry documented Moon completing her twin awakening two days ago.
Roswiser bit the end of her pen, pondering over what to write today.
Yet, the morning wasn’t even over, and she hadn’t left the house, so what was there to record?
So, she flipped through previous entries.
Suddenly, she noticed it felt like ages since Leon had last turned in his homework.
Her pupils flickered as thoughts churned in her mind,
“It looks like I need to find an opportunity to stir things up with that Dog Man.”
Ever since the bunny girl photo incident wrapped up, life for the couple had grown harmonious, settling into a stage of stable co-existence—essentially, they were minding their own business.
But Roswiser knew this calm facade wouldn’t last forever.
Otherwise, Leon might forget he was her captive.
Time to wage a little war.
A dragon lady declaring war is both reasonable and justified.
With that thought, she closed her diary, changed into a long dress for going out, and stepped out of her room.
She found herself in the backyard training grounds, where Leon was teaching Moon some basic magic.
From afar, she could hear the father-daughter duo chatting.
“See, this is the advantage of lightning magic! Moon, repeat after me.”
“Okay~”
They sat cross-legged on the grass, little dragon girl recalling the lesson, and elaborating,
“Lightning magic is a comprehensive magic type that can focus power on a single point to inflict effective damage on a single target; or disperse power for a wide-ranging attack on multiple targets;”
“Lightning magic can also enhance one’s speed, strength, and physical attributes.”
“It’s a versatile magic category with both offensive and defensive capabilities!”
Leon gave a thumbs up, “Good job! Moon, remember, mastering lightning magic means you can conquer the world! Got it?”
“Got it, Dad!”
“Why only teach lightning magic? What about fire magic?” came a familiar voice from behind, smooth yet a bit lazy.
The father and daughter turned to look.
A tall beauty in a long dress stood there, her silver hair and skirt gently fluttering in the breeze, revealing her fair, slender calves and dainty ankles.
Even in casual clothing, she radiated an air of icy elegance and nobility.
Moon’s eyes lit up, and she cheerfully exclaimed, “Mom~ Anna said you’re taking a break today, so Dad and I didn’t disturb you!”
Roswiser smiled and sat down beside them, glancing at Leon, then scooting just a tad away as if the couch were molten lava.
“Mom, why are you taking a day off? Are you sick?” Moon asked with concern.
“No, no, Moon, don’t worry! Mom’s just a bit tired; I’ll be back to normal tomorrow~” Roswiser pinched her daughter’s little nose affectionately.
“Oh, that’s good, as long as you’re not sick,” little dragon girl assured, visibly relieved.
“I just heard Dad teaching you lightning magic, right?” Roswiser asked.
“Yep! Mom, let me tell you, lightning magic is super awesome; Dad is totally into lightning magic!”
As Moon cheered for her dad, Leon realized it was time to show off.
He puffed out his chest, coughed slightly to hype himself up, “Moon, come perform for your mom!”
“Sure thing, Dad~”
The Queen was caught off guard, wondering what kind of spectacle this father-daughter duo was planning.
Moon stood up, slightly bending her knees, palms open, and in an instant, blue sparks crackled in her hands.
Not long after, two orbs of lightning gathered in Moon’s hands.
Roswiser’s eyes widened a little in surprise, “It’s only been two days since your awakening, and you can already control the magical energy’s shape?”
Though the spherical form was just a basic shape, the speed of her learning was… already comparable to Noia’s.
Moon dissipated the lightning orbs, resumed her spot beside Mom, and looked at her expectantly, “See? I’m awesome, right~?”
Roswiser reached out and ruffled her daughter’s hair, genuinely praising her, “Yes, very impressive, really impressive! So… what about fire magic? Have you learned anything?”
Just because Leon was primarily associated with lightning didn’t mean he was limited to just that.
After practicing magic for more than ten years, if he could still only wield one element, he should probably restart.
“Um… not yet; Dad hasn’t taught me that one,” Moon said honestly.
Roswiser’s mind sparked with an opportunity to stir things.
She turned her gaze, squinting her eyes at Leon, “Why only teach lightning magic and not fire magic? Is it because you can’t? Dear husband?”
Hearing “dear husband” sent chills down Leon’s spine.
Hearing Roswiser call him that outside the bedroom felt like a reaper was reading names off a list, and whoever’s name was called had to follow.
But it wasn’t all Roswiser’s fault; after all, Leon really hadn’t taught Moon fire magic yet.
On top of that, he had been secretly feeding his daughter the idea that “lightning magic is the number one magic in the world; fire magic is just something that burns and is only lukewarm and useless”—
Though not quite so extreme, that was essentially the point.
So it led Moon to never even bother asking to learn fire magic.
And Leon thought he’d be able to keep this from the busy dragon lady, who he assumed had no time to check on Moon’s progress.
Who would have thought that after just three days, his little game would be busted?
Leon rubbed the bridge of his nose, trying to explain, “It’s a step-by-step approach! Whether it’s lightning or fire, both magic types are equally strong, so it doesn’t matter which one you teach first!”
Equally strong?
Why do I get the feeling you can’t even say “equally strong” with a straight face?
Roswiser narrowed her eyes wisely, “Is that so?”
“Yes—”
“No, Dad, that’s not what you said yesterday,” Moon tilted her head, blinking her big cute eyes.
“How is it not? That’s exactly how—” Leon attempted to halt his sweet daughter from backstabbing him.
But it was too late.
“You be quiet! Moon, what did Daddy say yesterday?” Roswiser turned to Moon.
Moon raised her fingers, counting the “crimes” of fire magic,
“Daddy said fire magic is too single-use.”
“The difficulty to learn is too low, and there’s no sense of accomplishment.”
“Only dumb dragons focus on fire magic, and it’s not as practical as lightning magic—”
“Um… Mom, why do you look like you want to eat Dad?”
XX
Reading Comprehension: How many times did ‘war’ break out in this chapter? And who declared war on whom? (10 points)
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