67 Skilled Married Man
Leon was still lying in bed, a total corpse.
His Daughters had rushed off to the Academy, and the Mother Dragon was mastering her Primal Power while he had finally perfected the Nine Gates of Hell martial arts—
A feeling he hadn’t experienced even while leading the Dragon Slayer Army in battles across the Empire reared its lonely head: “Is invincibility really this lonely?”
Tsk, could it be that marriage truly changes a man?
Bang—
The sound of a door slamming interrupted Leon’s chaotic thoughts.
Given the force and decibels of that door slam, it could only be the Mother Dragon.
After all, only she would dare to slam the “Queen’s bedroom door” in the whole Silver Dragon Temple.
Moreover, Leon had a gut feeling that the Mother Dragon must have gone off the rails again; otherwise, she wouldn’t be bursting in like this.
Before Roswiser barged into the bedroom, Leon did a quick mental review of what he had done over the past couple of days that would surely set her off.
Emmmm… Did he braid her hair into bunny ears while she was sleeping?
Or had he hidden all her flats, forcing her to wear those lace-up heels he liked the most?
Or had he used the Shadow Stone to record her singing “I Love Bathing, My Tail Upside Down” in the bathroom?
…
It seemed any of these antics would earn him a right scolding.
But!
General Leon was far from panicked; he was even a tad excited.
As the saying goes, no house rules can truly bind a skilled married man.
If there were, it meant that man was still a newbie, unlike General Leon—who was seasoned and matured.
Hmph, Mother Dragon, bring it on!
With that thought, he heard the rapid click of high heels on the floor.
Not long after, the silver-haired beauty hurried into the bedroom.
Leon sat up leisurely, then—
He picked up the pillow beside him and calmly placed it on his forehead.
Almost simultaneously, Roswiser grabbed a stuffed bear from the bed and hurled it at Leon’s head.
The pity was, Leon had anticipated her attack and had put the pillow in place.
The stuffed bear met the pillow in a heartfelt embrace.
Of course, the Queen was not satisfied and swung her tail at Leon’s chest.
Little did she know, General Leon had predicted this move too. He simply lay back, and that silver length glided just past his nose.
Both attacks missed, and the flustered Dragon flipped onto the bed, determined to pin the Dog Man beneath her for a serious takedown.
Of course, this move was also in Leon’s calculations.
With a powerful push, he slipped away like a slippery eel, sliding through Roswiser’s skirt—oh, black lace panties, the Mother Dragon had quite the flair—then he dashed to the foot of the bed, leaping off and landing gracefully.
The whole act was smooth and effortless, a textbook display of “How to Avoid Domestic ab*se.”
Roswiser flopped onto the bed and turned to him, gritting her teeth, she said,
“You better—”
Leon & Roswiser: “Get back here.”
A one-second pause.
Leon & Roswiser: “Don’t copy me!”
A one-second pause.
Leon & Roswiser: “Still copying? I’ll swat you!”
A one-second pause.
Leon & Roswiser: “Aaaah, Dog Man, I’ll eat you alive!”
With that, Roswiser hurled the pillow from the headboard at Leon.
But it was expertly caught by Leon.
Leon quickly calculated the situation—yep, that should wrap it up.
He patted the pillow in his hands, placed it properly aside, and casually greeted Roswiser:
“Good afternoon, Your Majesty.”
“Good, good your head!” Roswiser huffed as she straightened her clothes and menacingly plopped down on the edge of the bed.
“I wonder what mad fit you just had. Care to share?”
With arms crossed and a silent fuming expression, Roswiser remained quiet.
Seeing her like this, Leon pondered for a moment, then stepped forward, disregarding the Queen’s m*rder-d*ath-glare, and boldly sat beside her.
Roswiser shot him a look of disapproval, definitely not offering any graces.
But a high-EQ married man is not easily daunted.
Leon gently tugged at Roswiser’s tail.
She made a half-hearted attempt to shake him off, but he held her tail down and let it rest across his arm.
Then, feigning illness, he dramatically said,
“Oh, Your Majesty, what a delightful tail! It’s making this little captive question his very existence~”
Rule number one of married life: bait and switch, play the weak.
Roswiser held her composure but was secretly fighting a smile.
She pulled back her tail and haughtily declared, “Knowing the prowess of your Queen, you’d better behave and take your beating, got it?”
“Of course, of course, Your Majesty is right.”
Rule number two of married life: admit fault but never change.
“Sure, you say that now, but you’ll forget as soon as you turn your head.” Roswiser pouted.
“Not at all! Everyone knows I’m the most devoted husband ever.”
Rule number three of married life: recruit allies, safety in numbers.
Roswiser glared playfully at him, “Calling me wife so tenderly, someone might mistake us for a real couple.”
Hmm, Leon thought, looks like I’ve calmed her down.
The Mother Dragon wasn’t your average woman.
Typically, after being soothed, a woman would flip to cooing “hubby this, hubbby that,” which was just too much;
But not the Mother Dragon.
When she exclaimed, “I’m not your wife, we’re not married, and I don’t even like you! Aaaah!” it meant she was genuinely satisfied.
Don’t ask, just experience.
“So, what was the fiery reason you stormed in here just now?”
Finally, onto the serious stuff.
Roswiser opened her mouth but hesitated.
Initially, she wanted to ask Leon if they were entering that dreaded “cold period” because he seemed less interested lately.
But if she asked that, wouldn’t it show she cared about his feelings?
What if that Dog Man seized the chance to gloat?
So she swallowed the question.
After a brief thought, Roswiser rephrased her inquiry.
“Recently, it seems our façade of a family is hitting some bumps.”
Leon blinked, “Bumps? What bumps?”
“Just… Milan and the others think… think we’ve cooled off.”
“Cooled off? What do you mean by that?”
“…Our feelings! They’ve cooled off!”
“But didn’t you say you felt nothing for me? How can you cool off?”
“We have no feelings, but we must appear to have feelings to others!”
Roswiser meticulously explained, “Milan just came to me, saying it seems we’ve reached the post-marriage monotony phase, saying you… saying you…”
“Saying what about me?”
Roswiser’s cheeks turned slightly red, and she felt a bit guilty.
Guilt because the next question was one she wanted to ask herself, but due to her “Queen persona,” she had to make her poor maid suffer a little.
“She said you don’t care about me like before…”
Roswiser quickly added, “See? That only shows our fake family has a crack in it from an outsider’s perspective!”
Leon blinked thoughtfully, nodding,
“That makes sense… since it’s fake for show, we can’t judge it by our own standards; the result should be determined by others, right?”
“Yup, exactly!”
“And how did you explain this to Milan?” Leon inquired.
Roswiser froze for a moment and then stammered, “I… I didn’t say much, just told her we’re still the same.”
“What a poorly convincing answer, Mother Dragon.” Leon quipped without holding back.
“What should I have said? You come up with something!”
“I can definitely handle it!”
Leon puffed out his chest proudly, cleared his throat, and earnestly continued,
“First off, we haven’t entered a cold period. As the saying goes, old couples suffer from the seven-year itch, yet we’ve only been married for five years—still a ways to go.”
“Secondly, even in two years, we wouldn’t have a cold period because—”
The Queen perked up at his serious demeanor, “Because?”
“Because every day spent with you is a delight, where’s the coldness in that?”
Roswiser: (//･v･//)
“And I don’t believe expressing affection means we should stick together like glue in front of others. Giving each other a bit of personal space can actually improve the quality of our married life.”
Roswiser: (//･v･//) Yes, yes!
“Oh, and I’ve never stopped caring for you. I really care about you, Roswiser. Without you, I can’t survive.”
Roswiser: (//･v･//) !!
“Because you have to cook for me.”
Roswiser: …?
“Well, finally.”
Leon turned to face Roswiser, gazing into her silver eyes, emphasizing each word,
“If anyone still thinks we’ve cooled off or don’t love each other, I suggest they go ask Vice Principal Wilson for a backup copy of the Shadow Stone for ‘As Love Sinks,’ then fast-forward to the last line.”
