### 172 Unlocking Moon’s Attributes
Alcohol is quite a magical thing.
It can dilute sadness and even catalyze happiness.
No wonder various celebration feasts love to use drinks to set the mood.
Unfortunately, Leon isn’t great at drinking.
He can effortlessly slay a Dragon King several times his size, but a small glass of red wine can knock him out cold.
Beer is barely manageable, but only just.
The Silver Dragon Race Members, after a few rounds, either completely toss their sadness aside or let it spill out recklessly before tossing it aside.
In any case, as Roswiser thought, morale was gradually getting back on track.
Leon was busy playing with his little daughter.
The father and daughter duo were engaged in one-sided, ineffective communication.
“Good daughter, what name do you want?”
“Woah… Abba Abba?”
“Hey, how much has your mom had to drink? She hasn’t even recovered yet; she should rest more.”
“Umm… oh dear~”
“Your two sisters are over there making noise. It’s still better that Dad is here with you; you should lean towards your dad a bit more, okay?”
“Whimper~”
They were both talking past each other.
The little baby didn’t understand adult conversations, and Leon didn’t understand baby talk, but that didn’t stop him from having a cheerful chat with his little girl.
After a while, the baby yawned, and her interaction with Leon decreased significantly.
She was sleepy.
Leon got up and took the little one back to Roswiser’s bedroom.
After waiting for her to fall asleep, he left and returned to the steps at the entrance of the Holy Temple.
The bonfire in the courtyard was still blazing; the feast hadn’t ended yet, and it looked like that Mother Dragon was definitely going to drink too much tonight.
Although someone would surely escort her back if she got too tipsy, as the “husband” of the queen, it was polite to wait here a bit.
That might even make him and Roswiser appear more “lovey-dovey” in front of others, making their family seem a bit “warmer.”
If she could change her dressing style to make the performance more convincing, how could Leon fall behind?
After all, he was just putting on a show; it wouldn’t cost him anything.
Leon was lost in thought.
After an unknown amount of time, soft footsteps could be heard.
Leon looked up to see what was coming.
It was Roswiser.
She was a bit tipsy, holding two cans of beer in her hands.
The queen’s steps were a little floaty, but she hadn’t reached the point of stumbling yet.
Leon watched her every move, afraid this clumsy dragon might trip over a step or rock.
Only when she stood firmly in front of him did Leon shift his gaze from her feet to her face.
A delicate, beautiful face was flushed with a hint of red; her silver eyes were half-open, and her ears were also a bit pink.
She had a blissful smile on her lips, though it was unclear what she was enjoying.
Leon sat on the steps behind the temple, eye level with her.
This scene reminded Leon of three years ago when he was ambushed by a traitor during the assault on the Silver Dragon Temple, leaving him locked up in the dungeons.
It was there that he first met Roswiser.
At that time, she had also left the celebration feast to come see him, looking just as tipsy as she was now.
If she hadn’t been drunk back then, and if she had been a little more alert, she probably wouldn’t have fallen for Leon’s bl**d Charm trick.
Ah, what a twist of fate—oh no, a twist of dragon! Leon mused silently.
“Here.”
She handed over a can of beer, interrupting Leon’s thoughts.
The liquid sloshed in the can, making a soft clinking sound.
Leon shook his head, “I don’t drink.”
“Then I will drink.”
Leon knew Roswiser had a bit of a drinking problem.
But… it couldn’t really be called a problem.
As a queen, the pressure was immense, and without any means to unwind, a bit of alcohol was her way of numbing herself.
Having been alcohol-free for ten months while pregnant, it was no wonder she was itching to drink.
She opened the can and then settled down beside Leon on the steps.
A faint smell of beer wafted over; it wasn’t unpleasant.
She had a good taste in drinks, even when it came to beer; she had carefully selected it, so even though she smelled a bit like alcohol, it mostly carried a nice fragrance.
The silver-haired beauty took a refreshing sip, then placed the can beside her.
Her sitting posture was different from Leon’s.
Leon was sitting upright on the step, feet planted on the lower two steps, in a very standard “straight male” pose.
Roswiser, on the other hand, was leaning back on her hands, gazing up at the night sky, her long legs stretched straight, sprawling across several steps.
The couple was close enough for their shoulders to occasionally brush against each other.
The evening breeze rustled through the temple, gently blowing their hair.
The air was filled with cicada sounds, and the night sky above looked like a beautiful unfolded painting.
“I think—”
The queen suddenly spoke up, her expression extremely serious, “The world is just a gigantic eggplant.”
Leon shot her a bewildered look, “…How much have you had to drink?”
“If the world were an eggplant, what would you do?” She seemed eager to delve deeper into this nonsense topic.
Sighing, Leon played along, “Then I’d scatter some carrot bits on the ground and make a pot of braised eggplant with radish.”
“Interesting! Are you a genius or what?!”
“Ha, thanks for the compliment, Your Majesty.”
When Roswiser heard the word “Your Majesty,” her smile noticeably stiffened.
She awkwardly retracted her long legs, resting her arms on her knees, cradling her chin, pouting, murmuring, “Being a queen is no fun at all.”
“Hmm? Not fun, and you’re still doing it so seriously? If it’s not fun, just hand the throne over to me! I’ll be the big boss of the Silver Dragons; how about that—”
“Throne!”
Her sudden exclamation startled Leon.
He clutched his chest, forcing his heart to slow down, “What about the throne?”
“The throne is just a cage.”
She had the energy of a hyperactive little girl, suddenly enthusiastic, and then plummeting into melancholy.
Roswiser supported her chin with her hands, her silver eyes staring blankly at the ground beneath the steps.
“When you sit in it, your life no longer belongs to you.”
“…Roswiser?”
“But I will keep guarding this cage and do all my responsibilities! Who told me I’m the best queen in the world~ Leon, don’t you think I’m the best queen?” She lightly bumped her shoulder against Leon, her previously gloomy expression now full of a pleading look for compliments.
Leon chuckled, “Yes, you are the best queen.”
“Yay~”
Got it! Before drinking, she’s Noia, after drinking, she’s Moon.
He knew it! With their personalities, how could he and Roswiser produce such a lively little treasure like Moon?
Turns out you have to wait until she drinks to unlock all the attributes of this Mother Dragon.
“The best queen deserves the best captive, perfect~~”
“Do we really have to use the word captive?”
“Why, are you not my captive?”
Leon didn’t want to argue with a tipsy Mother Dragon, “Fine, if you say so.”
After a pause, he added, “But it was I, this captive, who saved your Silver Dragon Race from Constantine just a week ago.”
“Yeah, yeah! That’s why I say you’re the best captive~”
Great, looks like there’s no dodging the captive reference.
Leon chose to go along with her.
“Um… actually, you really are amazing. I always thought you were just boasting.”
This was Roswiser’s inner truth. After the battle with Constantine, she genuinely believed Leon was incredibly strong—almost absurdly so.
On a normal day, she wouldn’t praise him, fearing he’d get too big-headed.
But tonight, letting the alcohol take the wheel, she decided to indulge, and tomorrow, she could just claim she was drunk and that her words didn’t count, playing the blame game to see what he would do.
Ah, as expected of me, still sharp as a tack! Roswiser thought happily.
As expected, Leon puffed out his chest pridefully, “Of course! Do you think I just claimed the title of the strongest Dragon Slayer? It’s recognized by the Empire!”
“Rawr~~”
Roswiser turned her head, leaning closer, resting her tiny chin on Leon’s arm, her beautiful silver eyes sparkling at him, “But three years ago, you were captured by me, right? Tsk, tsk, tsk.”
Leon twisted his arm, pushing her chin down gently, “I, um, I was betrayed by a traitor! Otherwise, I would’ve—”
“Would’ve what? Hmm?”
“Would’ve…”
Strangely, the words got stuck in his throat.
He wondered why the Dragon Pattern hadn’t lit up; why couldn’t his mouth obey his brain?
Could it be… that he had developed a soft spot for this Mother Dragon?
Yikes… how scary!
He pursed his lips, unsure how to change the subject.
“Hmph! Dog Man, you heartless fiend,” Roswiser huffed.
“Where’s the heartlessness in that? We were enemies back then! Besides, if it weren’t for my bl**d Charm, you wouldn’t have captured me at all, would you?”
“Back then, we were enemies?” Roswiser seized on the keyword.
“Yep.”
“Then that means… we’re not enemies anymore, are we?”
Leon’s face flushed with embarrassment, and he turned his head away, muttering, “Still enemies, just temporarily co-parenting three daughters.”
Roswiser got mad.
She reached over, grabbed Leon’s chin, turned his head towards her, and pinched his cheeks, rubbing them repeatedly.
“If the apocalypse hits one day and all magic ceases to exist, and all creatures turn to ashes, your mouth will still be perfectly fine!”
Leon couldn’t let her push him around like that!
So he, of course, retaliated by pinching Roswiser’s cheeks in response.
The pair were like bickering elementary school kids, sitting on the steps, gripping each other’s faces, neither willing to let go.
“So, what should I say? Hmm?”
“Say you’re my captive!”
“I won’t say it! You let go of me!”
“I won’t let go! Say you’re my captive, and I’ll let go!”
“I won’t! You let go first!”
“I won’t; you say it first!”
“……”
After a bout of tug-of-war, Roswiser finally relented, “I’ll count to three, two, one, and we’ll both let go.”
Leon’s eyes shifted slightly, “Okay.”
“Three… two… one!”
……
Leon: →_→
Roswiser: ←_←
The air suddenly fell silent.
Leon gazed down at the hands still pinching his face, then glanced at his own hand on Roswiser’s face, chuckling softly, “I know you too well, Mother Dragon.”
“This time, I really mean it—three, two, one, let go.”
“Okay.”
“Three… two… one!”
Finally, the couple released each other.
After each rubbing their flushed and hot cheeks, Roswiser took another sip of beer.
Sighing contentedly, Roswiser looked at Leon, “But since we brought up you being betrayed by a traitor… it seems we’ve never really talked about it. So, should we discuss it now?”
