130 You’re Right
“But the tail is from the Dragon Race…”
Roswiser looked up, suspicion written all over her face. “Which time?”
Leon confidently replied, “That time with bl**d Enchantment.”
At his words, Roswiser’s memories came rushing back to that night when she used bl**d Enchantment on Leon.
On that wild, decadent, and passion-fueled night, under the spell of bl**d Enchantment, Leon kept asking Roswiser for… well, let’s just say they got a little carried away for a whole night.
However, during that very night, Roswiser underestimated the side effects of the bl**d Enchantment on the Dragon King’s body. One thing led to another, and she blackout cold.
She was out for three days straight.
Three whole days, which definitely exceeded any reasonable safety limits.
When she finally woke up, Leon whisked her off to the backend of the Holy Temple to take “pictures” everywhere without giving her any time to sort her head out.
By the time she recovered a little, the safety measures were a total afterthought.
Looking back now, it really was a case of absent-mindedness.
The Queen closed her eyes tight, knocked on her head, and murmured in frustration, “How could this happen…”
Leon sighed by her side, “Well, it’s too late for regrets. Who told you to use bl**d Enchantment on me?”
Hearing this, Roswiser immediately got annoyed. “What do you mean I had to use it on you? If you hadn’t used it on me back in the dungeon, would I have had to use it on you the last time?”
“Duh! If I hadn’t, I’d be dead in that dungeon!” Leon defended himself.
“No problem, it’s not too late now. I’ll just handle you right this minute!”
With that, Roswiser made a move to strangle Leon’s neck, but she didn’t put much effort into it—just venting her pent-up annoyance over her previous carelessness.
But Leon wasn’t about to make this easy for her!
He immediately pulled back his neck and thrust out his chin, leaving Roswiser nowhere to grab.
In the end, Roswiser could only furiously poke his shoulders a couple of times before turning away, arms crossed, pouting in silence.
But it wasn’t about being angry over the “pregnancy,” nor was it about being angry at the second child in her belly. It was more about her current frustration with herself.
And of course, the worry and confusion about all the chaotic events linked to being pregnant afterward.
She vividly remembered how chaotic her life became after getting pregnant with Noia and Moon.
Drowsiness, morning sickness, dizziness—she was bombarded with all sorts of strange symptoms that made it nearly impossible to focus on work.
By the second trimester, she couldn’t even handle normal work anymore and had to delegate some tasks to Anna while she just relaxed under her maid’s care.
However, the emotional rollercoaster during pregnancy was incomprehensible.
Plus, how she got pregnant was too embarrassing to even bring up, and the real culprit was still conked out in the adjacent nursery.
This led to her often feeling down, so she resorted to writing letters to her sister Isar to cope with her mood swings.
And now that the real culprit was awake, not just awake, but thanks to their “efforts,” they’d managed to get pregnant again—
It was almost as if the universe had decided to give Leon a freebie at being a “pregnant dad.”
Please, just give that opportunity a skip!
After a moment of silence, Roswiser sighed.
She turned around, lowered her gaze, gently touched her belly, and said softly, “Like you said, it’s done, so let’s focus on the baby. Do you have any experience with this?”
“…” Leon was speechless, “Do you really not know if I have experience?”
The first time around, he was out cold, and when he woke up, the kid was already running around yelling “Daddy!”
Do you really want to know if I’ve got experience?
Roswiser smirked triumphantly, “So that means you have none! Good thing I do have some.”
“Ha! Very funny.” Leon forced a smile, clearly not amused.
They both had been each other’s “first love,” yet one had pregnancy experience while the other didn’t—
This was usually the other way around, where one had gone through it all before while the other was new to it.
To say Leon had perfectly incorporated the abstract ideal of his life into his marriage with Roswiser would be an understatement.
In his mortal guise, he somehow dragged a mighty dragon down to the depths; Leon Casmod was truly one-of-a-kind.
“Well, since I have the experience and you don’t, I think I should explain some pregnancy tips,” Roswiser said with all seriousness.
Leon shrugged, “I’m all ears.”
“I don’t know how humans feel during pregnancy, but Dragon Race pregnancies often come with symptoms like aversion to food, excessive sleepiness, and mood swings. So, can you handle me throwing tantrums at you?”
“Can’t do that! If you yell at me, I’ll blow up your Silver Dragon Temple!” Leon replied as if he was dead serious.
“I don’t believe you.” Roswiser chuckled slyly, seeing right through his bravado.
“If you don’t believe me, then why ask?” Leon closed his eyes in resignation, one arm over his chest while rubbing his forehead with his other hand.
“Tsk, but considering you like to argue with me about anything and everything, I think I need to remind you: during pregnancy, the pregnant woman is the queen, got it?”
Leon squinted at Roswiser.
She smiled sweetly while batting her beautifully captivating eyes at him.
Leon knew her game; behind that radiant smile was a cunning heart.
And of course, she knew that he would know.
But she still boldly laid her intentions bare, riding high on her current status of “I’m pregnant.”
As she said, the pregnant woman is the queen.
This applied to humans as well.
But the “pregnant woman is the queen” idea only holds weight in a standard household.
However, look at this wacky couple—they’re anything but normal!
Leon probably could already foresee how this mother dragon would torture him with the excuse of “I’m pregnant” in the days to come.
But he also had no way out—after all, Roswiser’s unexpected second pregnancy was not solely her doing.
As for previous tactics like “bunny girl threats,” “dark secrets,” or “retreat-defense strategies,” these were a whole different matter.
This time, Leon didn’t have many choices to work with; he had to take things as they came, step by step.
“Alright, the pregnant woman is the queen, you’ve got it,” Leon conceded.
Roswiser smiled in satisfaction. “Good! You’re quite enlightened.”
She lowered her gaze, looking at her still-flat belly, reminiscing about when she first confirmed her pregnancy—her feelings were a whirlwind.
Fear, anxiety, resentment, and anger all mixed together.
Now feeling her present emotions, though there was some regret, it was mostly joy and happiness for the new life about to come.
After contemplating for a moment, the Queen murmured softly, “I wonder who this little one will take after when they’re born.”
Leon’s ears perked right up, “They’ll definitely take after me more!”
Competing with Roswiser had become muscle memory for him.
Of course, the same went for Roswiser.
She raised an eyebrow, glancing at him. “Dragon Slayer, where does your confidence come from?”
“Noia and Moon give me confidence.” Leon stated his case confidently.
Roswiser scoffed, “What confidence do those two give you? They look more like me than you!”
Leon threw up his hands, beginning to present the evidence, “I’ve seen childhood photos of you at your sister’s place. They obviously look more like me!”
Roswiser arched an eyebrow, intrigued, then calmly replied, “But they have tails.”
“Noia shares my original element; we’re both lightning.”
She repeated slowly, “You’re right about that, but they have tails.”
“…Their hair color is predominantly dark, so that’s a point for me, right?”
“Mmm-hmm, but they have tails.”
Leon was at his wit’s end. “Can we drop the tail topic already?!”
The Queen shook her head, smiling. “Nope.”
Tails were the most obvious difference between humans and the Dragon Race.
As long as Roswiser clung to this point, no matter how many arguments Leon presented, they’d all be overshadowed by “the tail.”
Frustrated, the Dragon Slayer jumped up, pointed at Roswiser’s belly, and declared emphatically, “Sweetheart, you are not allowed to have a tail when you’re born, got it?!”
