### 36 My Wife and I are Very Much in Love
(3000 words extra)
In the afternoon, Leon sent Moon to take Little Light for some reading practice.
Moon was over the moon—finally, she’d get to experience the thrill of being a teacher.
However, Leon couldn’t help but wonder if with Little Light’s current understanding of things, who would be teaching whom was still up in the air.
But he held back from meddling too much at this stage. Before diving into the sea of knowledge, the girls needed to find their own paddles.
Respecting a child’s choices starts early, and Leon truly understood this.
With the daughters arranged, Leon had planned to find Roswiser to discuss the Nine Gates of Hell.
After all, this ancient text was written by that sea dragon race’s Claudia Poseidon, and surely Roswiser, being a fellow dragon, would grasp its contents far better than Leon.
But Anna informed him that Her Majesty had gone out to inspect the borders and wouldn’t be back until nightfall.
Alright, Mother Dragon, skipping out without a word to me? This is intolerable!
Just wait until you return; I’ll be looking for trouble to start an argument!
Leon grumbled internally and then headed off to the training ground.
Without Roswiser, he could still figure out the materials in the ancient text.
Sitting cross-legged on the grassy training ground, the afternoon breeze tousled Leon’s dark hair, turning the pages of his ancient book with a gentle rustle.
Leon always immersed himself wholeheartedly in new knowledge, and that was a major reason why he learned things so quickly.
Of course, when someone focuses all their attention on something, they tend to forget about the passage of time.
Before he knew it, dusk had arrived.
Leon finally put down the ancient text, stretched his arms out, and sat there blissfully, yawning.
He looked up at the setting sun, squinting slightly, “It’s almost evening; that Mother Dragon should be back soon.”
As he grumbled about this, he was about to get up and head home when he heard footsteps behind him, making him sit back down.
At this time, the only one who’d come looking for him at the training ground had to be Roswiser.
Her Majesty was accustomed to chatting and bickering with her captive husband after a tiring day; it was one of her stress-relieving methods.
Of course, if chatting didn’t work, Roswiser would get more hands-on with Leon.
The footsteps stopped, and out of the corner of his eye, Leon caught sight of a long silver tail.
Without turning around to look, he gazed at the distant sunset and teased,
“Who would have thought it was Your Majesty returning? You remember you have a husband, right?”
As soon as he said that, he heard a confused “Hmm?” behind him.
Ha! Silly dragon, didn’t tell me you were going out? I was planning to sulk a little today.
“No worries, I know you’re busy. If I got mad over something so trivial, it would just make me look unreasonable.”
“……”
“Cat got your tongue, Your Majesty? Want to apologize, perhaps?”
“……”
“Well, you better think carefully about how to say you’re sorry, because I might not just forgive you!”
“……”
“Why so quiet? At least say something, Mother Dragon.”
“Hello.”
On hearing that voice, the smug grin on Leon’s face froze, then slowly faded away.
This voice… so unfamiliar… it’s definitely not Roswiser!
He quickly stood up and looked toward the source of the voice.
A slightly older woman stood before him, appearing to be around fifty, but even at that age, she still had the semblance of a beauty from her youth.
Her tail wasn’t the silver he’d glimpsed earlier but rather a pale pinkish white, which, due to the sunset, appeared somewhat silver.
She wore a simple long dress, stood with an elegant posture, and looked at Leon with calm eyes.
Feeling a bit embarrassed, Leon scratched his head, bit his lip, and stammered,
“Uh, sorry… I mistook you for someone else.”
The woman smiled gently, “From your earlier tone, you sounded like you were complaining to a lover.”
Lover?
General Leon pondered.
Lover?!
Who’s calling who a lover?
I’m definitely not in a ‘lover’ relationship with that Mother Dragon (we’re married).
Though he vehemently denied it in his mind, he had to keep up appearances in front of others.
“Oh, I was just saying that casually… By the way, may I ask who you are?”
The woman was a stranger to him; Leon had never seen her before.
But since she could waltz into the Silver Dragon Temple’s training ground, she must be someone Roswiser knew well or possibly a family member of one of the maids.
Roswiser wasn’t a strict boss; relatives of the maids could come to visit, but only after the day’s work was done.
Leon had seen this kind of scene a few times before.
It reminded him of when his teacher’s wife would visit him during the closed training sessions at the Dragon-slaying Academy—bringing food, clothes, a hug, and casual chats, it was all very warm and fuzzy.
So, he guessed that this lady was probably a maid’s family member.
The woman’s eyes shifted slightly, pondering for a moment, then replied, “I have someone working here, so I came to see her.”
Ah, so she is indeed a maid’s family member.
“Right, but there’s still about half an hour until the maids finish their shifts. You’ll have to wait a bit.”
As an amiable and friendly prince—thanks to Roswiser’s design for him—seeing to the welfare of employees’ families was part of the job.
Having spent the entire afternoon studying the Nine Gates of Hell and with some idle time on his hands, he figured he might as well chat with the old lady to pass the time.
And wait for that Mother Dragon to come home.
The woman nodded, “Alright then, I’d appreciate it if you kept this old woman company.”
“Sure thing.”
“I heard you calling her ‘Your Majesty’ with such a natural tone; most members of the clan wouldn’t dare speak this way, so… I suppose you must be that Silver Dragon Queen’s husband, right?”
Leon blinked, feeling momentarily at a loss for words.
It wasn’t that he was surprised the woman saw through his identity; it was the way she treated him so casually after recognizing him.
Even Head Maid Anna was always respectful, addressing him as ‘Your Royal Highness.’
Could it be this woman had seen too much in her life, and seeing a prince meant nothing to her?
But honestly, Leon didn’t mind too much about how people addressed him.
His title as ‘Your Royal Highness’ was just a facade anyway; he didn’t carry himself on a pedestal.
Plus, since the woman was older, he decided not to dwell on it.
“Um, how embarrassing, I mistook you for Roswiser and said all those awkward things.”
The woman’s mouth twitched slightly upward, “No worries. But if you could speak so naturally and casually, it suggests that your relationship with the Silver Dragon Queen… is quite good, huh?”
“……”
Auntie, you’re old enough; can we please not ask such young people’s gossip questions?
“Why do you look so troubled, young man? Did I say something wrong? Is your relationship with the Silver Dragon Queen really that bad?”
Upon hearing this, Leon waved his hands vigorously in denial, “Not at all! I mean, Roswiser and I… our relationship is… great, yes, very good.”
He had to maintain that lovebird façade in front of outsiders.
Even if she was just a maid’s family member, who could say she wouldn’t mention it when she got back home?
If word got out that the Queen and the Prince were actually estranged, that would ruin all the hard work Leon and Roswiser had put into their “loving couple” image over the past year!
“Is that so?” The woman seemed doubtful of Leon’s enthusiastic response.
Leon swallowed hard, “Yes, absolutely! We have three children, after all, so our relationship has to be very good.”
The woman raised an eyebrow slightly, “Three kids, huh?”
Wow, did Auntie just land from another planet?
Who in the Silver Dragon Race doesn’t know that Her Majesty and His Royal Highness got married three years ago and immediately had three kids?
That’s a birth rate that’s absolutely explosive among dragons!
But you’ve never heard of it…?
“It seems I’ve missed many significant events,” the woman mused softly.
“Uh, were you not previously in the Silver Dragon Race?”
“Yes, I went far away to handle some matters and just returned recently.”
The woman smiled and asked, “So do you and the Queen plan to have more children?”
“Uh, well…”
She looked at Leon, her warmth still apparent, “You just implied that having three kids means your relationship is great, so logically speaking, does that mean you’ll have more children in the future?”
Auntie, that’s enough!
Just because you’re older doesn’t give you license to ask ridiculously invasive questions!
Do you think the amiable and friendly Prince doesn’t have a temper?
I’m capable of getting riled up too!
“Well, that’s a private matter between my wife and me; it’s not really suitable to disclose too much to outsiders,” Leon said, his tone suddenly serious.
The woman tilted her head slightly, squinting at Leon before breaking into another gentle smile, “Alright, it seems this old woman overstepped, my apologies, Your Royal Highness. I merely wanted to confirm your feelings for the Queen.”
Leon thought he was being very restrained.
Even if she was a dragon, this wasn’t a battlefield, so there was no need to feel tense; it was perfectly fine to have a normal chat.
He was quite willing to keep an old lady company who hadn’t seen her family in a long time.
After all, he understood the feelings of longing since his teacher’s wife could only see him after long intervals.
But this old dragon had been sneaking around trying to dig into his relationship with Roswiser, which was slightly off-putting.
He stuffed his hands in his pockets, lowering his voice,
“My wife and I are very much in love, and that doesn’t need proof; everyone knows it.”
If only Roswiser had been around to hear that; she might’ve tried to cover Leon’s mouth with her tail in embarrassment!
Not that she didn’t want to hear it, but it was just too embarrassing, dammit!
It was like trying to show off your love while accidentally shoving it all back down your throat.
Seeing Leon so serious, asserting his love with veiled wording, the woman smiled approvingly,
“As expected of the man Little Luo chose.”
“Hmph.”
That little huff was like saying, ‘Do I need you to tell me that?’
Leon intended to continue flaunting his love for Roswiser so that this old auntie wouldn’t leave empty-handed.
However, just as he opened his mouth, he suddenly sensed something off.
He turned his head stiffly to look at the old woman beside him, sweating nervously as he swallowed hard.
Silence fell, and upon a moment of hesitation, Leon cautiously asked,
“Did… did you just call her what?”
“Little Luo,” the woman replied naturally, “that’s what we all call her at home.”
