Chapter 93: Stand Up, Class is in Session
A day later, we still didn’t know what Roswiser meant when she said she could help Leon store more magic.
She only said that with his injuries, he wasn’t fit for any “intense actions.”
So, we had to wait until both of their wounds healed.
Leon pondered over her words.
“Intense actions… Really doesn’t sound good no matter how I think about it…”
In the front yard of the Silver Dragon Temple, Leon sat under the pavilion, gazing at the blue sky, completely cloudless.
He took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, then closed his eyes, trying to clear his mind.
His body was still extremely fatigued and weak; even the simplest act of gathering magic set his magical circuits ablaze with intense burning sensations.
And this was merely a symptom of overexertion.
The side effects of the Nine Gates of Hell also tormented him, leaving his bones and muscles achingly sore.
These side effects couldn’t be alleviated by medicine; they could only fade away slowly over time.
Leon estimated it would take at least ten days to half a month to recover.
Honestly, he rarely overstrained himself like that in a fight, unlike yesterday.
But clearly, that group of Dragon Kings was dead set on killing him. If he had held back even a little, where would he be now, reflecting on life in the Mother Dragon’s yard?
He’d be down there battling with Old Kang in a resurrection match.
However, after this battle, Leon speculated that the Empire wouldn’t choose to confront him head-on anymore.
After all this time, to k*ll just one human, they lost a whopping six Dragon Kings in a single day—previously, that was General Leon’s half-year score.
Given that efficiency in layoffs, it’s no wonder Leon himself could barely stand it, and surely the Empire and the colluding Dragon Race couldn’t handle it either.
So after this, the Empire would likely think of other ways to deal with Leon.
As for what specifically those methods would be, that’s a step-by-step situation.
Before long, Roswiser exited the Holy Temple, stood on the steps, and looked around. Upon spotting Leon in the pavilion, she made her way over.
Hearing her footsteps, Leon turned and raised his eyebrows in mild surprise.
“Well, well, it’s rare to see you in casual clothes, Your Majesty.”
Roswiser was dressed rather casually, sporting a white long sundress and a pair of stylish sandals that highlighted her lovely, rounded ankles.
A warm breeze slightly lifted her dress, making her well-proportioned calves quite eye-catching.
No wonder Leon was surprised; she usually walked around the temple dressed formally. It was uncommon to see her this relaxed.
Roswiser sat next to him, stretched her long legs, rested her hands on her knees, and looked down at her shoes, replying lightly,
“Most of the clan members have been sent away; there aren’t many left in the temple, so I’m just dressing down.”
Leon blinked, “So without your subordinates, does that mean you can’t call yourself a queen anymore?”
“And even if I’m not a queen, you’re still my captive.”
“Hey you!—”
“Don’t accept it?”
Leon turned his head away, not wanting to get into it, muttering sulkily, “Fine.”
Roswiser chuckled, “I’ve already sent Anna and the others to gather the clan again, and this is a good opportunity to rebuild the Silver Dragon Temple. So, I guess I have…”
She calculated in her head before continuing, “About a week off. And since it’s a holiday, there’s no need to dress up so formally.”
Sitting beside her, Leon listened quietly while glancing at her dainty, pale feet.
He wasn’t necessarily wanting to be called a pervert, but that Mother Dragon had some really nice feet.
Her feet looked like they were sculpted by a master, with elegant, proportionate lines; the skin was as soft as jade, and the pale pink nail polish added a hint of playfulness.
Everyone has a love for beauty, right?
It doesn’t matter which part I love; it’s beautiful, and it’s okay to appreciate it.
As if sensing the Dog Man’s gaze, Roswiser wiggled her toes and suddenly lifted her leg onto Leon’s lap,
“Here, here, look, look, the queen lets you look as much as you want. If you don’t like looking, just touch!”
“Um, um, um! Quickly, get it away! How can such perverse and filthy things be so close to this pure person like me? It’s utterly inappropriate and unacceptable!”
Roswiser gasped, narrowing her eyes slightly, squeezing out a few words through her teeth,
“You really are quite the gentlemanly captive, aren’t you?”
With a cold snort, the queen lowered her leg and covered it with her dress.
“Of course, my life is upright and honorable. You think I could be a foot fetishist? Absolutely not.”
“But you were peeking for quite some time, weren’t you? Afraid you didn’t even hear what I said.”
“I heard you! You said you’re taking a break.”
“How long?”
“Uh… Three days?”
“I’ll smack you for that foot f*tish!”
Roswiser turned sideways, trying to grab Leon by the neck.
But General Leon was faster, swiftly ducking, tucking his chin down, leaving that silly dragon with no way to catch him.
After her failed attempt, Roswiser reluctantly gave up.
She pouted, arms crossed, “You’re just like this, Leon, all timid and cowardly, not daring to say what you like directly.”
“Aw, don’t scold me, Sis, I’m fragile.” General Leon put on a dramatic display.
Roswiser stared at him, visibly annoyed.
Oh, sure, he went to the future, gained some skills, but his skin thickened by several inches too!
Fine, if that’s how it is, this queen will pick a fight with you!
You like my feet but won’t admit it, huh?
Then today, I’ll make you say it out loud!
Forcing Leon Casmod to do things he doesn’t want to do, say things he doesn’t want to say, and acknowledge facts he doesn’t want to acknowledge is one of Roswiser’s great joys.
She loved seeing the Dog Man look reluctant and helpless.
What?
This queen can’t beat him, but can’t I seize the opportunity to tease him a bit?
What, am I going to lose my family standing? Really now.
“Let’s go, breakfast time.”
Roswiser got up and headed toward the Holy Temple.
Leon followed behind her.
The couple entered the dining room where Moon and Little Light had already finished eating and left, leaving only Noia.
“Good morning, Mom and Dad,” the eldest daughter greeted them.
“Morning, Noia.”
The two sat down.
Breakfast was simple: bread, milk, jam, and some vegetable salad.
Leon skillfully spread jam on a slice of bread, smoothed it out, then topped it with another slice and handed it to Roswiser, “Here.”
Roswiser smiled but didn’t take it. Instead, she leaned closer, opened her mouth, and took a tiny bite.
Leon grimaced, “Can’t you just take it and eat it yourself?”
“Why be so grumpy? Did six months apart make you lose all your patience for me?”
Leon took a deep breath.
Great.
Here we go again, right?
Every time this happened, Leon knew he better comply with her wishes and not snap back.
Especially with Noia still there, he had to continue playing the role of “Roswiser’s good husband.”
So, he ended up holding the slice of bread, feeding her bite by bite.
Anyone who didn’t know would think the queen was pregnant and needed such pampering.
Roswiser savored each bite of the breakfast Leon handed her, gazing at him with a smile.
Her chewing was quite elegant, not in a hurry at all, forming a stark contrast to Leon’s impatient demeanor, unable to voice his thoughts.
“I’m thirsty,” Roswiser said.
Leon grabbed a nearby milk jug and handed it to Roswiser.
Roswiser accepted it, took a sip.
The milk flowed into her stomach, rich and warm, leaving some remnants on the corner of her mouth.
That little bit of white against her red lips looked rather cute.
The milk slowly dribbled down to her chin, and Roswiser seemed to realize it was a bit unsightly. Unbothered, she casually used her finger to wipe it away, saying,
“Oops, sorry, got a little messy.”
I see you’ve gone a bit overboard, Mother Dragon.
Eating breakfast doesn’t need to be this seductive, does it?
Noia wouldn’t understand this, but if she did, who knew what kind of shocking material it would add to her next assignment about her parents’ relationship.
Leon grumbled internally but continued feeding the Mother Dragon bread.
After a few more bites, he opened his mouth to make a little joke.
But before he could speak, he suddenly felt something gently grazing his calf.
Looking down, it was Roswiser’s foot.
She was playfully teasing him, having slipped off one sandal, letting her soft, bare foot glide over Leon’s leg.
The pressure was just right, making his heart flutter.
“What’s up?” Roswiser feigned innocence.
“Your foot—”
Halfway through his sentence, Leon caught a glimpse of Noia still eating.
He bit his lip, lowering his voice, “Your daughter is here, don’t go too far.”
“Whaaat~ hubby, can you speak a little louder? I~ can’t~ hear~ you~”
Every time there was a flirtatious pause, Leon felt that mischievous little foot lightly scrape against his calf.
The sole of her foot pressed against his thigh, her five dainty toes lifted and dropped rhythmically.
The sensation was pretty clear.
Meanwhile, Roswiser rested her chin in one hand, smiling as if she had no clue what was happening beneath the table.
“Dad, Mom, I’m done!”
Noia set down her fork and kn*fe, hopped out of her chair, and ran toward the door.
Roswiser calmly retracted her foot, slipped on her shoe, then reminded, “Be careful while playing outside.”
“Got it, Mom.”
Noia answered as she left the dining room.
As the sound of her footsteps faded, Leon slammed the bread onto Roswiser’s plate and glared at her.
Roswiser wore an innocent expression, “Why are you being mean to me again, hubby?”
Looks like… this fire-playing Mother Dragon needs a bit of a lesson.
Without saying a word, Leon suddenly stood up, bent down, and swept Roswiser into his arms.
Roswiser gasped slightly and quickly wrapped her arms around Leon’s neck, “What are you doing?”
Leon ignored her, hurrying out of the dining room and headed upstairs.
Roswiser pressed her lips together, stifling laughter, but pleaded pathetically, “Leon, please don’t bully me, okay? I was wrong.”
“Only now you realize you were wrong? Too late!”
Oh boy, oh boy, here we have a man who never looks back at an explosion, pretending to be all serious so quickly~
Well then… it’s time to revisit the fun lessons of married life!
