### Chapter 166: The Genius
When Roswiser woke up, it was already afternoon.
Isar had left—it was tough for her to stick around without the Dragon King, as the tribe was prone to disturbances.
A warm afternoon breeze wafted through the open window, gently swaying the sheer curtains.
Next to her, a distinct baby scent filled the air.
Roswiser turned her head to see her little daughter peacefully sleeping by her pillow, tiny fists clenched adorably on her chest, her pudgy little face radiating an overwhelming sense of cuteness that could heal the world.
And on the other side of the baby lay Leon.
Roswiser’s gaze drifted over the baby to Leon’s face.
His breathing was steady, eyes lightly closed, a tousled mess of black hair falling over his brows.
On that ruggedly handsome face, there seemed to be a new, faint scar.
Roswiser wasn’t particularly sensitive about her own beauty and charm, but when it came to her taste in aesthetics? Absolute confidence!
Three years ago, when she first laid eyes on Leon, she declared that scars were the perfect accessory for his handsome face.
Gone were all the feminine airs, leaving just a man brimming with masculine charm.
Deep down, the Dragon Race craved conquest, but there were times when Roswiser yearned to be conquered as well.
She despised those dragon nobles—those pampered pretty boys. If someone really wanted to conquer her, they’d have to rock a face like Leon’s, overflowing with hormones!
Oh, of course, that doesn’t mean Leon had conquered her!
Please, he’d need at least another 200 years of practice to dream of that.
But that didn’t stop Roswiser from sneaking glances at her “prisoner’s” face.
The Queen confessed—it turned out she was a superficial face addict!
Besides, he just happened to have what fits her preferences—notice how I phrased that—“happened”!
What’s wrong with a little look? A look doesn’t mean anything.
Slowly, Roswiser extended her hand, slipping it over her little girl’s head, her warm, soft palm gently brushing against Leon’s hair.
Her fingers meandered down his forehead, ear, nose, lips, and chin.
“I really want to give you a tail,” Roswiser murmured dreamily.
“Or maybe I’ll just cut yours off!”
Her fingers froze mid-stroke, and after a brief moment of panic, she quickly withdrew her hand.
“You—you’re not asleep, are you?”
“I woke up when you were sneaking a peek at me.”
“Who was peeking?! That’s just me admiring my daughter!”
“I was admiring my daughter~~~” Leon dramatically echoed, twisting her words with flair.
Roswiser gritted her teeth; if their daughter wasn’t sleeping between them, she would’ve kicked him right then and there.
Still pretending to sleep? With how much he loves snoozing, he can get plenty of shut-eye once he’s done with her!
Ignoring him, Roswiser flipped over, dramatically.
Rustle—
Behind her, Leon sat up, leaning against the headboard, letting out a tired sigh.
He ruffled his hair, gaining a bit of clarity before exclaiming, “It was pretty dangerous this morning; your sister almost caught on!”
Roswiser’s pupils shifted slightly. She turned to face him.
The couple leaned against the headboard, launching into their afternoon banter.
“My sister is smart, but I didn’t expect your nonsense to actually work—she believed it!”
“That wasn’t nonsense; it was all based on reality.”
Roswiser raised an eyebrow, glancing at him, “Based on reality?”
“Yeah, every line in that story can correspond to real life.”
Roswiser recalled that ridiculous love fairy tale he spun and asked, “How does ‘we met in a special place and recognized each other in a special way’ correspond?”
“We met in your Silver Dragon Tribe’s dungeon, remember? I got to know you because you were drunk and wanted to torment me.” Leon shrugged, “How special is that?”
Roswiser pouted but pressed on, “And what about ‘you traveled across the entire Dragon Race, traversing mountains and rivers’?”
Leon threw up his hands, “I graduated from the Dragon Slayer Academy at fifteen, had five years in the military before meeting you, and I’ve slain more dragons than a butcher kills pigs, so can’t that be considered traveling across the Dragon Race?”
Roswiser gasped in exaggerated shock, narrowing her eyes, “So, that’s your idea of traveling? Alright then, you’re the ultimate genius, Dog Man.”
Leon let out a long sigh, focusing ahead as he returned to the earlier topic, “Your sister is indeed quite smart.”
Roswiser bit her lip, recalling how, during their eye contact earlier, that Dog Man had actually thought about sending Isar away.
Though she knew he was just joking, she also knew he wouldn’t actually do it.
After all, even if he didn’t care for her, he’d at least be respectful to their daughter; she was his daughters’ favorite aunt—there’s no way he could be aggressive towards her!
Yet, Roswiser decided to drill him for a bit, “So, because my sister is smart, you thought about exterminating her, huh?”
“Not at all! I was just joking to lighten the tense atmosphere!”
Leon insisted, “Moreover, if someone got killed for being too smart, I’d have been diced into a thousand pieces long ago!”
“…Constantine would absolutely refuse to believe he died at the hands of a man with no shame!”
“What do you mean, Mother Dragon? Am I not intelligent enough?”
Roswiser gave a grin that didn’t reach her eyes, “Oh, you’re clever, way too clever—you’re Mr. Genius himself!”
Just as Leon was about to continue their verbal sparring, he seemed to recall something important, and his expression shifted to seriousness.
He furrowed his brow, pondering deeply.
Noticing his sudden change, Roswiser asked, “What’s up?”
Leon fiddled with his fingers, speaking softly, “Your sister almost figured out my human identity, but Constantine… he really knows.”
At this revelation, Roswiser’s spine tingled with alarm, her tension rising. “How could Constantine know your identity? This is your first meeting, isn’t it?”
Leon nodded, “True, first meet; I’d only dealt with the Red Flame Dragon Clan before—I’ve never encountered this Dragon King.”
Roswiser thought for a bit, saying, “The Dragon King has a long lifespan; he might not appear on the battlefield for decades, and you’ve only been in the Dragon Slayer Army for five years, so it’s not surprising you haven’t crossed paths.”
“Yeah, but how does he know I’m human…?”
Leon sighed, “Did he recognize my Black Gold Battle Armor? But I disguised the armor, and it was dark at night; there’s no way he could have figured it out.”
The couple fell silent in thought, until suddenly, Roswiser had a revelation.
Constantine had started stirring internal wars among the Dragon Race about a year ago, swallowing up minor tribes;
Meanwhile, she had made a pact with Leon’s Master Taige for him to stay out of the Empire for a year.
These two “one-year” scenarios… were they a tad too coincidental?
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Author’s note: Update time adjusted to daily at 9 AM; apologies for the early morning posts—author’s mental state isn’t the best.
