7 Little Light Knocked Leon Flat!
Evening time, it was the seaside outdoor barbecue session.
Leon was standing by the grill, wearing an apron and holding tongs, seriously attending to a prime piece of beef leg.
The hot coals in the grill were burning, little flames flickered upwards along the flow of heat, and the beef on the rack was sizzling and dripping with juice, filling the air with a mouth-watering aroma.
Two little dragon girls flanked Old Man—one on each side—forks clutched tightly in their tiny hands, eagerly ready to demolish the beef beast before them.
This was way more delicious than the armored yak meat Moon normally ate, considering this was food supplied by a high-end tourist spot for the Dragon Race—something you just couldn’t get anywhere else!
As for Roswiser, she didn’t have much expertise in cuisine. Sure, she could whip up a delightful meal herself, but when it came to food, she had no special cravings.
As long as it was tasty, nutritious, and safe, she was good to go.
So right now, she was just holding Little Light, standing quietly behind Leon, watching him with pride in her eyes as he bustled about.
Little Light’s teeth weren’t developed enough yet to munch on grilled beef—she’d have to wait about another week or so.
But her nose? Oh, it was sharp as a tack.
Upon catching a whiff of the grilled meat, she started babbling in her cute baby language, waving her little arms at Leon’s back.
Roswiser pinched her little daughter’s cheek, “Not yet, Little Light! Mommy brought you something else tasty!”
Cozying Little Light in her arms, she plopped down on a beach chair, spooning some nutrient shake into the eager little mouth.
Little Light obeyed like a champ, happily sipping the shake while the smell of grilled meat tickled her senses.
The Queen flashed a satisfied auntie smile.
Turns out, raising a daughter was such a gratifying venture!
Watching her grow bit by bit, getting closer to her—it filled the soft part of Roswiser’s heart with immense satisfaction.
She remembered feeling a hint of this joy a year ago when she was with Noia and Moon, though it was very fleeting.
Back then, Leon was still in a coma and couldn’t share the burdens with her. Plus, her ‘feelings’ for Leon were mostly about revenge, so the predominant feelings at the time were disappointment and sorrow.
It was tough—a child born from an archenemy and brought into this world was something hard to swallow, no matter how you looked at it.
But that didn’t mean Roswiser had any less love for Noia and Moon. Her love for her daughters was no less than Leon’s.
And now, she and Leon maintained their little façade of a family, living in harmony. No one around had any clue they were a couple of fakers.
Although the girls were born into this make-believe family, the love they felt was as real as it gets.
And that was plenty. Way more than Roswiser had ever expected.
But… behind this beautiful lie, someone had to bear the weight of the deceit.
What Leon didn’t know was that during the time Roswiser was carrying Little Light, she often had nightmares.
In those dreams, Leon left the Silver Dragon Temple, departed the fake family, and abandoned the daughters who loved him.
And of course, he left Roswiser behind too.
Every time this dream invaded Roswiser’s mind, she jolted awake in the dead of night.
She couldn’t quite recall the dream’s details; the only thing that stuck was the simple fact that Leon was gone.
No terrifying visuals, no heart-wrenching screams, just a quiet departure—enough to send cold sweat down Roswiser’s back.
And when she turned to look at the person beside her, her pounding heart would slowly calm.
It was all just a dream.
Roswiser didn’t understand why she had such dreams or why they disturbed her so much.
She pondered and figured it was probably her fear of the fragile family they painstakingly built collapsing overnight.
Like when Leon returned to the Empire a few days ago—the pressure she felt was something no one could relate to.
Five days and five nights. To a dragon with a lifespan of a thousand years, that was barely a speck—but those were the most torturous five days for Roswiser.
She feared Leon wouldn’t come back, feared that seeing him only once every three months would feel too long, and feared that the next time they met could be their last.
Even now that it was all over, Roswiser occasionally recalled how she felt back then.
The only person who could make the Silver Dragon Queen lose her dinner and sleep… had to be that guy.
Hiss~
She felt a bit vexed.
Alright.
She’d be angry with him later, not telling him why, just letting him guess.
“Wah wah~” Little Light finished her shake, waving her tiny fist and grabbing a lock of Roswiser’s hair.
What a little sweetheart, right? When Dad holds you, you throw him an uppercut, but when Mom carries you, you just hold onto her hair.
Roswiser teased Little Light, “Grow up quick, Little Light! The bigger you get, the harder those uppercuts will be!”
“Wuwu~ Ababa~”
“Beef is ready. Let’s eat! I’ll hold Little Light.”
Leon walked over while untying his apron.
Roswiser stood up, handing Little Light over to his embrace.
Leon reached out to take his little daughter, eagerly leaning in to give her a cheek rub, however—
Pia!
Uppercut!
“Eh~~ Ahwa ahwa~”
Leon had no idea why Little Light always wanted to throw uppercuts at him.
He thought back and realized he didn’t teach her that during her prenatal education…
Roswiser covered her mouth, chuckling, “Looks like our little girl just isn’t meant to be on your side.”
“Pssh, she’s just a little kid, wanting to punch at anything she sees. You come over and see if you can take a hit too.”
“Little Light wouldn’t hit me!”
“Prove it, then.”
“Fine, I’ll give it a shot.”
Roswiser, grinning, bent down, bringing her lovely face closer to Little Light.
Little Light raised her tiny fist, bouncing with excitement.
Leon’s eyes lit up—yes, yes, good girl, punch her!
“Wah wah~”
Little Light babbled in baby talk, scrunching Roswiser’s cheek with her tiny fingers.
Roswiser lovingly nuzzled Little Light’s palm and straightened up to look at Leon, “See? I told you she wouldn’t hit me; she just wants to hit you!”
“Impossible! It’s just a coincidence.”
Leon was still skeptical, leaning towards Little Light again.
And, of course, the result was—
Pia!
Uppercut!
“Why?!!!” For the first time, Leon, the Master, felt raising a daughter was a brain teaser.
Roswiser patted Leon on the shoulder, “Ah, don’t sweat it; it’ll be fine later.”
“You mean later Little Light won’t punch me anymore?”
“No, I mean you’ll just get used to it.”
“… Go eat your barbecue, I can’t be bothered with you.”
Roswiser narrowed her eyes with a smile and was about to turn away when she asked, “Aren’t you going to eat?”
“I just had a bit; I’m not that hungry yet.”
“Oh, okay.”
Roswiser didn’t press further, heading to the grill to join her two daughters in devouring the barbecue.
Meanwhile, Leon gently placed Little Light on the beach chair, squatting beside her, looking all serious.
“Good girl, let’s try again. This time, no punching daddy, okay? Just give daddy a snuggle, got it?”
Once a daughter’s slave gets stubborn, not even eight dragons could pull him back.
Leon said, slowly inching toward Little Light.
Little Light tilted her head, watching her dad inch closer and closer, let out a little sound, and slowly extended her tiny hand.
Seeing that, Leon felt a surge of happiness.
Finally, he could snuggle his daughter~~
Pia!
Uppercut!
“Wah wah~” Little Light clapped her hands, looking super excited.
After enduring the fourth punch of the day, Leon threw in the towel.
He lay back on the sand, utterly defeated.
Hearing the commotion, Noia peeked over, blinking, asking, “Why is Dad lying down?”
While Roswiser nibbled on delicious barbecue, looking at the glum-faced General Leon, she chuckled lightly,
“Probably just tired. He’ll be fine; let’s go back to eating barbecue.”
