15 Couple’s Double Play, Sailing with the Wind
Upon hearing that, Roswiser’s eyes flickered, and her long legs, which had been propped up, slowly lowered. She straightened her previously relaxed pose on the couch, suddenly all business-like.
Being as sharp as a tack, she caught the meaning behind Leon’s words.
“You’re suggesting that there’s a spy from Constantine infiltrating our Silver Dragon Race?”
“Yep, when Constantine attacked, I had a sneaking suspicion about it,” Leon replied. “But I never had the time to really dive into it, so I wanted to ask for your thoughts now.”
Truth be told, Leon wasn’t particularly concerned about the infiltration of the Silver Dragon Race; his only focus was on his daughters—
Hiss… and regarding Roswiser… she barely made the cut.
Just barely, though. After all, if anything were to happen to her, the daughters would be upset too.
Well, that’s just love, right?
Back to the point.
If the suspicion about a spy within the Silver Dragon Race was accurate, then this spy posed a threat to Leon’s family.
So even if he didn’t care much for helping the Silver Dragon Race, it was necessary to either warn or directly help Roswiser root out this spy.
Just like when the Red Flame Dragons had attacked out of the blue, Leon had not jumped into action right away.
From the battlefield situation at that time, Anna and her Silver Dragon soldiers could hold off the attackers thanks to their terrain advantage, and Roswiser and Noia were safe.
It wasn’t until Constantine himself stormed onto the battlefield with overwhelming force, shattering Anna’s defenses, that Leon donned the Black Gold Battle Armor and rushed to the fray.
Being betrayed by the Empire didn’t mean Leon could shrug off his lingering grudges towards the Dragon Race.
There were not many Dragon Kings like Roswiser, who were chill and focused on internal matters; most of the Dragon Race were fierce and combative.
Roswiser pondered for a moment and replied,
“It hasn’t been long since Constantine’s attack, and with a lot of… surprises in between, I haven’t had the chance to properly think this through.”
The “surprises” she referred to likely pointed to the days when Leon returned to the Empire.
For Roswiser, that counted as a… disturbance sufficient to make her uneasy and unable to ponder anything else.
But as long as she didn’t say it out loud, no matter how clever Leon was, he wouldn’t be able to guess.
She absolutely did not want Leon to think she would get all worked up over him and lose her cool.
Waiting five days and bringing him back home was enough face given to this Dog Man.
If she indulged him further, his tail would probably be wagging all the way to the sky.
Indeed, Leon’s focus immediately zeroed in on the last part of Roswiser’s previous statement:
“Hmm… you mean to say, you were already aware there might be a spy in the family?”
Roswiser nodded, “Of course. I initially planned to deal with it after resting for a few days when you returned, but then you suddenly mentioned going to the seaside, so I thought I’d handle it afterward.”
Leon blinked, grinning as he asked, “Aren’t you worried that this spy might cause trouble in the meantime? Or maybe make a run for it?”
“Before setting off, I made sure Anna kept a close eye on the clan members in the Holy Temple, especially the maid group.”
Roswiser explained, “After all, only the maids knew my exact delivery date; it’s highly likely the spy is among them.”
After a moment, Roswiser playfully countered, “If you’ve already noticed this, why were you all set to take Noia and the others to the seaside first?”
Leon shrugged, “I brought the daughters out, so even if that spy wants to cause a ruckus, they can’t harm them. And if the spy wants to run away, go ahead! With Constantine dead, where can they run to?”
A standard daughter-doting dad surely only sees the daughters as the top priority.
But Leon’s latter observation was indeed sound.
Considering Roswiser had told Anna to watch over the clan members in the Holy Temple, while the couple hadn’t conferred beforehand, they seemed to have achieved a pretty good outcome.
Now this is what you call professionalism.
And as Leon said, with Constantine dead, that spy they were discussing was likely still pondering how to face their future.
“There’s no way they can escape. First, Anna’s been on high alert these days; anyone trying to slip away would undoubtedly have something to hide, and that spy knows it too.”
Roswiser stated, “Secondly, as you mentioned, with Constantine fallen, there’s nowhere for them to go. So… if we want to catch this spy, it’s really not that hard.”
As they finished speaking, the couple’s eyes met.
Black and silver gazes locked, moonlight streaming in through the window.
After a moment, they both chuckled, and with perfect timing, pointed at each other with their index fingers, as if saying, ‘Hey, just like I thought!’
“Mr. Casmod truly exemplifies sailing with the wind.”
“Miss Melkway is no less than I am.”
Though they might appear to be worlds apart with not a single shared trait, this particular knack for sailing smoothly through a crisis was eerily similar.
Surely, this spy had led Constantine to choose the moment when Roswiser was at her most vulnerable to strike.
The chances of success were high, and had things gone awry, it would not have been Constantine who fell that day but the Silver Dragon Queen herself.
But now the matter was settled, and Constantine’s head was already hanging as a trophy on the border of the Silver Dragon territory.
With only that isolated spy left within the clan, the couple had nothing to fear.
It would merely take some finesse to pull off a classic “catching a turtle in a pot” scenario.
Speaking of that, this couple was exceptionally skilled.
After all, it usually revolves around the husband catching the wife or vice versa, so they were quite familiar with it~
After a bit of teasing, Roswiser asked,
“Do you have a plan to flush this spy out?”
Leon’s eyes flickered, contemplating for a moment, then he flashed a confident smile and countered, “What if I said I already know who the spy is and just need her to admit it? Would you believe me?”
The queen raised an eyebrow, a hint of skepticism appearing, “Are you serious?”
“Absolutely, when have I ever lied to you?”
“Ha, have you ever not deceived me?”
“Mother Dragon, you need to distinguish between harmless white lies and—”
Roswiser waved her hand, uninterested in his defense, “Alright, alright, I’m willing to live in your blissful little lies. Now, hurry up and tell me, who do you think the spy is?”
