Chapter 21: My Family’s Throne — Soft and Hard at the Same Time (3rd Update!)
More than half a month had passed since Morin’s incident, and Leon still hadn’t found any other clues about the Empire’s cooperation with the Dragon Race.
He had asked Roswiser when the internal turmoil of the Red Flame Dragon Race would calm down.
He was eager to investigate the Red Flame Dragon that Morin had seen with Constantine.
But Roswiser told him not to consider that path for the time being and suggested he look elsewhere.
Other avenues?
Roughly equivalent to zero.
Helplessly, Leon had to put his investigation on hold.
And as we all know, when real tasks have to pause, people’s excess energy has nowhere to go, leading them to indulge in strange activities to burn off that surplus energy—
And no, I’m not talking about turning in homework.
For those with overactive imaginations, it’s time to face the wall!
Actually, this was about Little Light.
Little Light had been born for over a month, and Leon recently insisted on bringing her everywhere he went.
Making it all very mysterious.
Roswiser had occasionally sneaked after him, wanting to see what he was up to with their precious daughter.
She discovered that the most common thing this Dog Man said to Little Light all day was:
“Little Light, be good. Call Daddy.”
This made Roswiser recall the argument she had with Leon about whether Little Light’s first word would be “Daddy” or “Mommy.”
Calculating the days, it really was almost time for the young dragon to start talking.
Roswiser came to understand that this Dog Man was preparing for a potential future.
So, since that was the case… how could she let Leon have an easy victory?
Little Light’s first words had to be “Mommy!”
Ah, the familiar feeling—it was time to fight for family status once again.
But Roswiser was busy working during the day and had little time to play with the baby at night. Little Light spent at least half of her time with Leon.
No matter how self-aware or resistant the little hatchling was, twelve hours of “Call Daddy” brainwashing was probably too much to bear, right?
So, Roswiser’s first step in her plan was to separate the Dog Man from Little Light.
The plan was clear, and executing it wasn’t too hard.
That morning, Roswiser was, as usual, handling work in the Holy Temple’s grand hall.
Before long, she heard hurried footsteps approaching.
“Where’s my Little Light? Where could my big little girl have gone?” With a lost child, General Leon was naturally frantic.
Calmly, Roswiser tucked a strand of hair behind her ear without looking up, completely focused on her work. “I had Sherry take Moon and Little Light to the back mountain to play.”
With Noia off to school, only the second daughter and the youngest daughter were left at home.
Once Leon learned where the little girl was, he didn’t hesitate and turned to leave.
“Where are you going?” Roswiser asked.
“Going to find Moon and Little Light.”
“Don’t go.”
“Why not?”
Roswiser blinked her beautiful eyes; she certainly couldn’t tell Leon directly that she didn’t want him alone with Little Light, so she had to find another way to say it.
“It’s been so many days, you’ve been with our daughter, and not with me at all. I’m so bored.”
“Does throwing up in your Silver Dragon Temple do you any good?”
Roswiser thought for a moment, then put down her pen, stood up, and vacated her seat.
“Leon, take a seat.”
Leon: ?
“What are you doing? Are you testing me? No way I’m falling for that!”
Bright as a whip, General Leon’s mind raced. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to. The moment I sit down, you’ll immediately accuse me of ‘usurping power and position.’ Silly dragon, what a low-end trick!”
Roswiser was taken aback, her eyes wide with innocence and confusion.
What filthy power struggle are you talking about, Casmod!
You followed me, the queen, to learn about power, and this is the nonsense you picked up?
“No, no! You see, you’re my husband—”
“Fake husband,” Leon corrected.
“Okay, okay, fake husband, but to Anna and the others, you’re the real royal highness!”
Roswiser coaxed, “So what’s the big deal about having the royal highness sit on the throne for a bit? If I really wanted to frame you for usurping power, everyone would know!”
Hiss~
Mother Dragon made a valid point.
Leon snuck a glance at the Silver Dragon throne, which looked to have cost a fortune.
Think about it—General Casmod had fought countless battles, killed more dragons than pigs, yet he had never sat on the Dragon King’s throne.
Why not?
Since Roswiser was so warmly inviting today, he’d give it a go and see if the throne was as comfy as all the dragons said, worth all the fuss.
He gripped the throne’s armrest and slowly sat down.
The seat still held a bit of warmth—presumably from Roswiser’s recent occupancy.
But honestly, the throne wasn’t all that comfy…
In fact, it was a little hard.
Leon sat there, facing the grand entrance of the Silver Dragon Temple, taking in the spacious, luxurious hall.
And this was the view the Silver Dragon Queen saw every day.
Majestic, yet exuding a sense of monotony.
He withdrew his gaze and looked at the desk in front of him.
The exquisite mahogany desk was cluttered with various documents and logs, piled high like a small mountain.
This scene brought back memories for Leon.
He remembered at the victory feast after defeating Constantine, Roswiser, slightly tipsy, had come to chat with him.
She said the throne was a giant cage, and she was the queen trapped by it.
At the time, Leon didn’t quite understand what she meant.
But now, he could somewhat grasp the feeling of being a ruler.
Or rather, the cost of being one.
No wonder Master didn’t let him delve too deeply into the world of the powerful; just be a good little cog in the machine, that was the way to go.
“How’s it feel?” Roswiser asked, standing by.
“Feel… is fine, I guess.”
Leon struggled to describe his feelings sitting on the throne.
Feeling lost, oppressed.
And… a bit of, uh, sympathy for Roswiser?
Let’s just label this emotional rollercoaster “sympathy.”
Even the well-spoken General Leon couldn’t find a suitable word.
In a moment of distraction, Leon suddenly felt something soft beside him.
Turning his head, he saw Roswiser leaning over, squeezing in beside him on the throne.
Leon shifted over slightly, giving Roswiser some space.
The couple sat shoulder to shoulder, legs touching. Even after shifting, it was still pretty cramped.
Leon placed his hands on his knees, pursed his lips, and felt a bit awkward. “It’s, it’s a bit small, huh?”
“Yeah, when they made this throne, they never considered I’d have a husband to share it with, so it was designed for just my size,” Roswiser replied casually.
She paused, then mischievously looked at Leon, resting her chin on his shoulder.
“Hey, how about we find someone to make a bigger throne? Big enough for us to sit together and… do some other things up here.”
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