129 Count Your Sins
“Impossible, absolutely impossible.”
Already out of her nurse’s outfit, Roswiser sat on the edge of the bed, adamantly refuting, “I always take precautions after, so I can’t possibly… be pregnant.”
The Queen, usually calm and collected, was now visibly flustered and anxious.
Leon sat on the sofa opposite her, fell silent for a moment, then asked, “So, that ‘precaution’… Is its success rate a hundred percent?”
Roswiser tidied the hair on either side of her face, biting her lower lip, and explained, “It’s a purification-type magic; as long as it’s used within twenty-four hours after, the Dragon Race won’t conceive.”
Roswiser added, “The book says the success rate is ninety-nine point nine percent.”
Leon blinked, “But there’s still that point one percent?”
A zero point one percent chance might be low, but considering Leon and Roswiser’s intensive “three days one day” homework schedule lately…
And “one day” didn’t just mean once.
A night is long, and Roswiser definitely wouldn’t let Leon off easily.
So even if the odds were low, there’s still a chance of winning the lottery.
Roswiser looked up at him, “Although there’s an extremely low risk of something going wrong with this magic, in the Dragon Race’s millions of years of reproduction, there hasn’t been a single case like that. The ninety-nine point nine percent mentioned in the book is just a conservative estimate. So realistically, as long as the purification magic is used afterward, there’s no chance of pregnancy.”
Leon shrugged, “Then… you said you always take precautions, so why are you now—”
“I’m not pregnant!”
Roswiser interrupted sharply.
She seemed a bit agitated.
Regarding pregnancy… she had some issues with it.
She placed a hand on her belly, her beautiful eyes gazing at Leon, filled with a mix of emotions she couldn’t express.
Meeting Leon’s gaze, Roswiser recalled her time carrying Noia and Moon.
That was the most lonely, helpless time in Roswiser’s life, and it was the main reason she felt resistant to “pregnancy” now.
Leon matched her gaze, fully aware that she didn’t want to face this issue.
But he still thought he should encourage Roswiser to take a test.
Not that he was overly worried about the Mother Dragon—okay, maybe just a tiny bit worried, but it wasn’t the main point—
What mattered most was that if Roswiser really was pregnant again, then it’d also be Leon’s child.
Humans have a fundamental love for their bl**d relations, just like he felt for Moon and Noia.
And he knew Roswiser felt the same way.
Because Isar once told him about Roswiser’s mindset when she was carrying the two sisters.
What she feared now wasn’t pregnancy or the arrival of a new life, but that she’d have to face everything alone again, just like before.
Leon hesitated, then stood up and walked over to Roswiser, taking a seat next to her.
Roswiser instinctively tried to shift away a bit, creating some distance.
But as soon as she lifted herself off the bed, she gave up that plan.
The couple sat side by side, shoulders brushing, as the moonlight streamed in from the window, casting a glow on Leon’s profile.
After a long silence, Leon spoke, “Let’s do a test, okay?”
Unusually, his tone had a hint of coaxing.
“I… I’m not pregnant…” Roswiser insisted quietly.
Her hands clenched into fists on her knees, her pretty face betraying her anxiety.
Leon knew, considering the strange reactions she’d been having lately, she must have realized something.
But she wasn’t ready to face it yet.
After hesitating a bit longer, Leon reached over and lightly placed his hand on the back of Roswiser’s hand.
Leon’s hand, marked by years of battle, had calluses and countless small scars.
But having such a hand hold hers made Roswiser feel reassured.
This feeling of reassurance wasn’t the typical “sense of security”; she never sought comfort from others, not even from Leon.
Last year, when she was pregnant with the two sisters, what Roswiser lacked was exactly this sense of reassurance.
“Come on, just do it. Otherwise, you’ll keep stressing about those strange symptoms. You won’t be at ease, will you?” Leon urged.
After a beat, he added, “No matter the result, I’ll… face it with you.”
The dungeon from two years ago was a turning point in Leon and Roswiser’s destiny.
If that day Leon hadn’t held on until Roswiser came to see him, if Roswiser hadn’t tasted that drop of his bl**d, if he had forgotten to use the bl**d Enchantment,…
Then nothing would have happened.
Leon would have been just another warrior who fell in the Dragon-slaying battlefield;
Roswiser would still be perched on her high throne.
But alas, there are no “what-ifs.”
Reality had occurred, and responsibilities came knocking.
And in Leon’s life philosophy, there’s no such thing as “running away from responsibility.”
He wholeheartedly loves Noia and Moon, striving to be the father he should be and to build this “family” with Roswiser.
So when a brand-new responsibility arrives, regardless of whether it’s unexpected or not, Leon won’t choose to run away.
A man’s most important trait is his ability to take responsibility.
Without that, what significance do titles or fame hold?
Roswiser lowered her gaze; she didn’t like hearing those profound truths, and Leon knew that, so he simplified his promise to her with the most straightforward and sincere words.
But Roswiser also understood that Leon’s commitment didn’t stem from any feelings for her.
Leon was simply fulfilling his duties and responsibilities as a ‘husband’ of this family and a father to two children.
As for whether she, the ‘wife’, was part of his considerations?
Roswiser wasn’t sure.
And she didn’t want to know.
But overall, Roswiser felt somewhat comforted by Leon’s sincerity.
At least he didn’t chuckle maliciously, “Hahaha, you’re pregnant with my child again!”
That would’ve been just too much, and Roswiser would have seriously hit him.
“Alright, I’ll take a test.”
“Um… wait, do you have the tools?”
Roswiser stood up, walked over to the storage cabinet, squatting down to rummage through, “Two years ago, someone got me pregnant in a dungeon, and since that day, I bought a bunch of pregnancy tests.”
“Oh…”
“Found it.”
Roswiser held up a paper box filled with little items.
She pulled one out and headed to the bathroom, “Wait for me, ten minutes.”
“Okay.”
Leon sat on the edge of the bed, fiddling with his fingers.
To be honest, he felt a bit nervous.
It was impossible not to feel nervous. If she really was pregnant, the Mother Dragon’s Holy Temple would certainly become lively.
He’d have to add another bold chapter to his “Captive’s Suffering Memoir”:
Fathering a dragon’s second child.
And if Master found out that during the two years his prized disciple was missing, he not only ate well and slept well, but also had a few grandkids? Master would probably be grinning from ear to ear.
The year Leon graduated from the Academy, Master kept pushing him to find a girlfriend, then get married, and afterward, pop out some kids to keep him and the old lady entertained.
Master said the neighbor’s grandson could already run errands, and Leon didn’t even have a partner; what was he doing, planning to live forever with the family donkey? Go find a partner and bring one back by the end of the year.
Leon retorted, “Master, is it possible I’m only fifteen this year? The neighbor’s grandson probably has to call me ‘brother’!”
Master scoffed, “You don’t get it; you need to win at the starting line.”
Leon quipped, “Then why didn’t you just adopt a baby when you adopted me? That would be the real starting line.”
Master kicked him.
Leon shook his head, snapping back to reality.
Just then, ten minutes was up.
Roswiser walked out of the bathroom.
She stared at the pregnancy test in her hand, her expression grave.
Seeing the look on her face, Leon roughly guessed the outcome of the test.
But he still cautiously asked, “So…?”
Roswiser clicked her tongue lightly, her cheeks reddening, “Can’t you tell? Why even ask?”
She said as she sat back down at the edge of the bed, looking down at her toes.
The couple fell silent once more.
After a moment, Leon asked, “When you were pregnant with Noia and her sister, you must have had similar dizziness and nausea, right? Did you not think about being pregnant these past few days?”
“I did, but I really remembered I took precautions every time, so I thought it must just be from working too hard.”
“Didn’t you take a test?” Leon nodded toward the little item in her hand.
Roswiser shook her head, mumbling, “No.”
Leon scratched his nose, “So… which instance was it? The hot springs?”
Roswiser recalled.
Although that night at the hot springs was their most passionate, she was sure she took precautions as soon as she woke up the next day.
So it couldn’t have been that.
“No, I took precautions then.” Roswiser’s memories surged, “Could it have been during the bunny girl photoshoot days?”
During that period, Leon and she were indeed turning in their homework much more frequently than usual.
Plus, Leon had absolute control, and Roswiser could only go with the flow.
But thinking it over, even though the frequency was higher and she lost control, she still never forgot to take precautions.
So she quickly dismissed that thought.
“How about that night with Dragon Strength?” Leon asked.
Hearing this, the Queen gasped.
That was a night she least wanted to remember; crazy Leon was a nightmare of her life!
She couldn’t believe that Dog Man would even bring it up.
But unfortunately, “Nope, not that night either.”
The couple went through their list of past “sins,” almost every encounter etched in memory; just a hint would revive it in full.
They seemed to be on a quest to discover which time was the winning ticket, but in reality, it felt more like settling scores for their intertwined fate.
And they couldn’t run away; they just had to bravely push through the overwhelming embarrassment and remember.
Which instance was it…?
Suddenly, Leon slapped his thigh, lightning striking,
“Oh! I remember which time it was!”
