150 Half-Truths
The bunny girl didn’t show up, but there was a familiar sight—the “Mother Dragon Seat.”
Roswiser was perched on Leon’s abdomen, one knee pinning his left hand down.
As for his right hand, it was tied to the headboard with one of her stockings.
Although the couple both knew a flimsy stocking couldn’t hold back the right hand of a top-notch Dragon Slayer,
Roswiser truly didn’t believe this dog man could shamelessly go head-to-head with her after she had seen through his little plot.
With her arms crossed and looking down from above, the Queen squinted her eyes and said in a faux affected tone,
“I’m just so touched, dear husband! You must have been deeply moved when you said all those things earlier, right?”
“… I-I don’t dare to move.”
“What’s there to be afraid of? Hmm? In my Silver Dragon Temple—”
Roswiser leaned down, her ample assets gently pressing against Leon’s chest, as she reached out to pat his face with her delicate hand, “Is there anything Prince Leon Casmod dares not do?”
Leon licked his dry lips, “Actually… it’s a beautiful misunderstanding. Want to hear my explanation?”
Roswiser narrowed her eyes, smiling, “Of course! I’m all ears, dear.”
“Then you’d better listen—untie this stocking for your husband first…” Leon shook his wrist bound in those formalistic black stockings.
To untie a stocking, you need the one who tied it up.
If he dared to break free on his own, the already volatile Mother Dragon would surely turn red-hot and speed up their “homework” session.
After that battle in the study, Leon hadn’t gathered much magic power, so he couldn’t afford to give her any more tributes.
But Roswiser just pouted and shook her head, speaking in the sweetest tone that was pure torture,
“No way, dear. This stocking is either tying up your hand or stuffed in your mouth. If you insist I untie you, I can only…”
“Thanks, no need for trouble. Keeping it tied is just fine.”
Roswiser huffed coldly, “Daring to trick me, Leon? Aren’t you afraid your mouth will rot away?”
Leon averted his gaze, mumbling, “If it’s gonna rot, it’ll only be half…”
“What did you say?” Roswiser frowned, not quite catching that.
“I said, if my mouth rots, it’ll only be half. I’m not scared.”
“Half rotting?…… What does that mean?”
She had an inkling of Leon’s implication.
But he had just tried to manipulate her, so Roswiser didn’t immediately confirm her guess.
Leon glanced at her, then quickly looked away,
“What I said to your sister… is half true and half false.”
The last few words came out a bit mumbling, as if he wanted to get that phrase over with in a hurry.
But Roswiser caught on to “half true and half false,” and her worries lightened somewhat due to Leon’s obvious evasiveness.
If he were still trying to fool her and spouting lies, he wouldn’t be so vague.
The expression on Roswiser’s face softened a little; she tilted her head, “Half true and half false? I don’t understand, give me a detailed explanation.”
“What’s there to explain about half true and half false? Besides, there weren’t many words to begin with; you heard them all just now.”
That wasn’t wrong; the promise he made to Isar was indeed simple and direct.
And the so-called half true and half false referred not to the content of that promise, but to Leon’s mindset at that moment.
Very complex, very awkward—let alone saying it out loud in the current situation; even if he had time to think and write it down, he wouldn’t be able to accurately describe that mindset.
So he couldn’t give Roswiser a reasonable explanation.
“Hmph! So you’re just spouting nonsense? What half true and half false? Just a shabby excuse made up on the spot.”
Of course, she knew Leon wasn’t spouting nonsense or making up excuses.
The reason she said that was to put him in a tough spot.
After tricking the Queen with sweet talk and evoking a tiny bit of emotion, it was time for him to pay the price.
“Whatever, believe what you want. I can’t be bothered to waste my breath trying to convince you.”
Oh, look at that stubbornness!
You’re saying you can’t be bothered, but deep down, you want me to understand your thoughts, don’t you?
Hmph, Leon, we may be rivals, but the premise of being rivals is to have enough understanding of each other.
Those little calculations of yours are often written all over your face.
Roswiser was quite pleased with Leon’s reaction.
She had expected him to exchange barbs with her, escalating things to a tense standoff.
To her surprise, even though he was still stubborn, there was some softness she hadn’t seen before.
Roswiser let out a slow breath, thinking it might be best to call it a night.
It was too late for homework; there were less than three hours until dawn.
There would be time to talk another day.
However, just as she was about to let Leon off the hook, this dog man muttered,
“I didn’t expect you to care so much about that promise I made to your sister… you wouldn’t want to make our little act real—huuummph!!”
Before Leon could finish, Roswiser grabbed a giant plush bear from the bed and covered his face with it.
The Dragon Slayer beneath her struggled and twisted, but Roswiser sat on him like a rock.
“m*rder! Roswiser, this is m*rder! Huuummph!!”
“Ha! The one killing you is the teddy bear, has nothing to do with me, Roswiser! You take care now!”
“Huuummph! (Roswiser)!”
“What? I can’t hear you, dear! Just hang in there; it won’t be uncomfortable for long~”
She wasn’t using much force, and Leon’s struggles were not life-threatening.
This was merely a part of their everyday couple’s playful antics.
However, as Leon flailed about, he suddenly touched something slightly hard on the back of the plush bear.
His movements froze, and his mind returned to a long time ago.
That was when Roswiser had used bl**d Enchantment to knock out, and he had been there taking care of her—washing her face, wiping her down, and such.
One day, Leon was so exhausted that he fell asleep at her bedside, and his hand inadvertently brushed against this teddy bear, which he had gifted Roswiser.
At that time, he seemed to have touched something hard.
Usually, plush bears… seem to only have soft stuffing, right?
Lost in thought, the teddy bear covering his face was suddenly lifted.
“Oh, dear! You’re pretty hard to k*ll,” Roswiser said, looking at Leon’s flushed face, teasingly.
Leon ignored her and instead glanced at the teddy bear beside him.
He took a peek at Roswiser, and taking advantage of her momentary distraction, Leon suddenly yanked the teddy bear and attempted to unzip its back.
Seeing this, Roswiser hurriedly wiped the smile off her face and lunged to grab the teddy bear back.
Oh? In such a hurry?
Then there must be some scandalous secret in that teddy bear!
Leon executed a smooth escape and slipped out from under Roswiser’s legs.
Roswiser didn’t even bother to put on her slippers; she hurriedly jumped out of bed to chase after Leon.
Of course, Leon was not going to let her catch him easily—he put on a show, weaving around like a pro.
The couple dashed around the big bed, like little kids playing a game of tag.
After a few laps, Roswiser stood on the left side of the bed, while Leon was on the right.
They faced each other across the bed, stuck in a standoff.
“Give me back my bear!” Roswiser demanded.
“No way! Your urgency shows there’s definitely something good inside.”
“I’m not urgent!”
“Ha! You’re just a step away from writing ‘urgent’ on your forehead.”
As those words fell, Leon seized the opportunity and bolted toward the balcony.
Roswiser, with her long legs, leaped over the big bed and rushed after him, barefoot.
But by the time she reached the balcony, the poor teddy bear had already been “disemboweled” by the wicked Dragon Slayer.
And in Leon’s hand was a photograph.
Seeing this, Roswiser rushed over and snatched the photo from him.
Her face flushed, she hid the picture behind her back.
But she knew full well that Leon had already seen what was on that photo.
Leon also dropped his playful facade, scratching his head and falling silent for a moment before he spoke, “I didn’t expect you still kept that picture.”
Roswiser bit her lip, awkwardly explaining, “I just forgot to throw it away.”
“Forgot to throw it away… but not to hide it in the teddy bear I gave you…”
“I just forgot to throw it away!”
With that, Roswiser bit her lip, hesitated just a second, but ultimately still threw the photo off the balcony.
In the moment the photo vanished into the night, something in Roswiser’s heart twisted sharply.
But she still turned her gaze back to Leon and said stubbornly, “See? I just tossed it away right now.”
“Wait, you really tossed it?”
Leon leaned against the balcony railing, peering down.
Unfortunately, it was night, and due to the darkness, he couldn’t see where the photo had landed.
“Of course, it’s really gone! Tch, so boring. I’m going to sleep.”
Wearing her pink cartoon pajamas and stomping in a huff, she climbed into the messy bed.
Leon, however, didn’t go back.
He stood dazed on the balcony, looking in the direction the photo had fallen, feeling a wave of emptiness and loneliness as this “lively” night drew to a close.
He had already forgotten why he had smiled and locked eyes with Roswiser in that photo.
But the words on the back of the photo remained vividly imprinted in his mind.
“May the silver light forever shine in the eyes of one’s beloved…”
