Chapter 74: First-Line Watermelon Eating
Leviathan’s space teleportation magic doesn’t quite belong to the same school as Rave and the other Dragon Kings. Every time it teleports, there’s a cooldown period, because, you know, even colossal sea monsters need a breather!
And due to its massive size, Leviathan’s teleportation distance is slightly less impressive compared to the spatial magic of Rave and company.
But even so, this was the fastest way for Leon and Roswiser to reach the Extreme North Land in their current situation.
That evening, Leviathan had just executed a long-distance teleport, and as it waited for its skills to recharge, Leon stood at the edge of this gigantic creature’s back, peering down.
Endless, deep forests sprawled beneath him, and the distant horizon curved with a clear arc. Standing atop such a colossal beast, soaring high above the world, really put a different spin on things.
“Isn’t it magnificent? First-timers on Leviathan always get so shocked they can’t even speak!” a familiar voice chimed in from behind.
Leon turned to see a tall, graceful figure approaching, with the wind tousling her silver hair, making it flutter like drifting fairies in the night.
“I’m not shocked,” Leon replied, turning his gaze back to the horizon.
“What, then?”
“I’m deep in thought,” he said with a serious face.
Roswiser raised an eyebrow, a smirk creeping onto her lips. “You’re actually capable of thinking? What’s on your mind?”
Leon stuffed his hands in his pockets, glanced down, and kicked at one of Leviathan’s giant scales. “A dragon this big must be a real workout to chop down, huh?”
“……”
Roswiser rolled her eyes. She knew this fool wouldn’t have anything meaningful to say while pretending to think.
“How long until we arrive?” Leon suddenly asked.
“Normally it takes three days.”
“Meaning…”
Leon turned to the group of young dragons behind them. “We’re going to spend three days and nights with these weebs on Leviathan.”
“And you dare call them weebs?” she shot back.
“I call it passion; they call it mid-life crisis.”
“Alright, to me, you all look the same, idiots.”
To the over-200-year-old Silver Dragon King, the twenty-somethings like Leon and the teenage dragons were indeed pretty much the same.
Oh, except for one tiny detail—
Leon was way better looking.
Hehe. : )
After a playful exchange, Leon suddenly popped a question, “When was the last time we went out on a date? Was it that time in Sky City?”
“More like the family trip to the beach,” Roswiser corrected him.
“You’ve got a great memory for dates,” Leon teased. “You wouldn’t happen to have a diary recording our love story in private, would you?”
A diary?…
Oof—
She actually did.
But!
Admitting it? Impossible!
“Don’t gross me out, Casmod. There’s no love story between us.”
Roswiser quickly changed the subject to avoid Leon pressing harder. “Besides, we’re not on a date; we’re checking if that maniac Constantine is stirring up trouble, remember?”
But Leon was more intrigued by her sudden flustered reaction.
Could it be he hit the nail on the head? The Mother Dragon really did have a diary tucked away?
Hmm, looks like once they get back, a thorough rummage is needed. Leon thought to himself.
Meanwhile, in an unnoticed corner, two little heads peeked out—one above the other.
“Why haven’t Uncle and Auntie kissed yet?”
“There’s no reason! There’s no one around; it’s nighttime, and given their usual pace, they’d have kissed ages ago!”
The big princess only knew that her parents had a rather shameless private life but didn’t realize that there’s usually a stubborn phase before the shamelessness officially kicks in.
The Melkway household had to keep the stubbornness alive, just as the West couldn’t lose Jerusalem.
Noia’s little head spun with theories. “Could it be they’re worried about having a third child?”
Helena raised an eyebrow, looking down. “What’s kissing got to do with having a third child?”
Noia looked up at her friend. “Because adults get pregnant if they kiss!”
The “Kissing Equals Pregnancy” theory was something they pieced together during the family beach trip when Moon and Noia cooked up an “Artificial Respiration Rescue Plan” to get their parents to kiss.
But after all that time, there were still no signs of Mom getting pregnant.
Once Little Light was running, jumping, and yapping, the three sisters organized another kiss battle.
Unfortunately, their efforts still didn’t bring about a pregnancy.
After that, Noia got busy with school and gradually forgot about wanting another little sister.
Now that they had a chance to secretly observe their parents’ private life, Noia was dying to see whether it was their parents keeping things respectful or simply not planning for a third child.
“Who said kissing leads to pregnancy?!”
The well-informed little sea dragon daughter finally schooled Noia on proper biological knowledge. “Kissing is just a way for adults to express love; it doesn’t lead to babies!”
Noia blinked, taken aback. “Really?”
“Absolutely. If kissing resulted in pregnancy, there’d be way more dragonlings like you around!”
Noia blinked her big, beautiful eyes, pondering her friend’s newfound knowledge.
Seems like there was some logic to it.
“So how does one actually get a baby, then?” Noia asked, her curiosity piqued, albeit in the wrong way.
Helena’s cheeks flushed. “Well… I can’t really explain that right now, but when you reach my age, you’ll probably understand!”
Not that it was guaranteed.
Normal ten-year-old little dragons wouldn’t usually care to understand how grown-ups create babies.
Helena, however, had knowledge in this area because they had a rather ‘peculiar’ pet that Auntie brought way back when.
To figure out its habits, Helena had hit the books on all kinds of biological topics, including reproduction and such.
The little sea dragon shook off her thoughts and continued watching Uncle and Auntie.
“Why are they still chatting? I want to see the adults kiss!”
“Doesn’t Aunt Claudia let you watch?”
Helena nodded. “Uh-huh. Whenever I see couples flirting, Mom covers my eyes.”
“Me too! My maid covers our eyes when my parents kiss!”
Pausing for a moment, Noia added indignantly, “And then they just watch for fun! Not fair!”
“So this time, we absolutely must see Uncle and Auntie kiss!”
“Exactly!”
The two little dragon girls were determined.
If they didn’t get their fill of romantic dog food today, they weren’t leaving!
Meanwhile, Leon and Roswiser were almost at the final tug-of-war phase of their playful banter.
They just needed a climactic moment to blow up all this tugging, stubbornness, and pride.
And then it’d be kiss-kiss time!
“Quit yapping, Leon, I don’t like you at all.”
“I like you just a little more than you don’t like me.”
“No way, I definitely dislike you more.”
The debate of who disliked whom was a continuous running gag in their marriage.
They both knew the truth of their feelings, the likes and dislikes plainly clear.
But they were masters at playing hard to get.
To get either of them to admit liking the other when it wasn’t absolutely necessary?
Good luck.
That would be harder than resurrecting old Constantine twice over!
Leon glanced at the stubborn beauty beside him and decided against continuing the argument.
He turned his gaze and leaned slightly over the edge of Leviathan.
A moment later, an idea sparked in his mind.
“Roswiser, I can prove you not only like me but care about me a lot!”
Roswiser rolled her eyes at his words. “It’s already cold up here; spare me your icy jokes.”
“Don’t believe me?”
“Don’t believe you.”
“Fine, I’ll prove it to you right now.”
Intrigued, Roswiser looked on. “Alright, let’s see what you’ve got.”
Leon smiled slowly, turned around, and spread his arms wide.
“You, Silver Dragon Race, are known for your speed. Let’s see if you can outrun gravity!”
Seeing this, Roswiser’s heart raced a beat. “What are you up to…?”
Leon just grinned and began to lean back, ultimately tumbling off Leviathan!
“Hey, you idiot!”
Roswiser dashed to the edge of Leviathan’s back, looking down.
Leon was still in free fall.
Roswiser clenched her fists. “You think I’m going to jump down to save you?!”
With that, she flicked her tail and stormed off, determined not to help that hot-blooded idiot.
He had so many tricks to climb back up—what with his mirage thing, Nine Gates of Hell, he could manage it. At the very least, he wouldn’t d*e from it.
No need for her to get involved.
If she did, it would only play into that fool’s hands!
Okay, decided! No help—none!
But!
What if………
The next second, a silver flash jumped off Leviathan’s back like lightning, zipped down next to the falling man, and caught him in her arms.
Without missing a beat, Roswiser flew Leon back up onto Leviathan.
Once back, she tossed the idiot onto the ground.
Leon half-sat up, turning back with a grin. “I told you—”
But before he could finish, Roswiser strode over, lifted her dress, and plopped down on his stomach like a cartoon character.
“You’re utterly childish, Casmod!”
“Does that mean you like it?”
“I!——”
Roswiser, flushed with both embarrassment and fury, dropped her head onto his chest.
“You j*rk, you just rely on my care for you! Go ahead and d*e.”
Leon slowly leaned in closer, inhaling the sweet scent of her neck, and raised his head to gaze at her delicately sculpted jawline.
“How rare to have a flying wife, of course, I’d want to make the most of it for our daily… fun.”
“Flying wife? More like a fake one, thanks.”
As their gazes locked, with that last stubborn line, the couple leaned in to kiss.
Their hearts raced, unsure whether it was the thrill from just “jumping off a cliff” or the excitement that surged every time they kissed.
“Wow… this romantic stuff is so exciting! I’ve never seen a couple like this before.”
Helena’s eyes were opened wide, then she pondered aloud, “But wait, don’t all adult dragons fly? Why did Aunt Roswiser have to go down to bring Uncle back up just now?”
Noia blinked, sensing a connection.
“Oh, Mom once said Dad’s dragon wings were injured and took ages to heal. Not only can he not fly, but I’ve never even seen what his wings look like.”
Helena nodded. “Ah, got it. Well, either way, we got to see the juicy part live, so I’m satisfied! Good night!”
“Okay!”
Helena turned towards their little den.
But Noia turned back for one last peek at her parents enjoying their time together.
Mom had mentioned Dad’s dragon wings were injured, which kept him from flying.
But…
“Was Mom a bit… over the top with her nervousness just now?”
In the deep night, Noia’s thoughts swirled with the evening breeze.
