Shut up, malevolent dragon! I don’t want to have any more children with you V2C21

Chapter 21: My Throne at Home: Soft and Fierce

It’s been over half a month since the incident with Maureen, and Leon hasn’t found any other clues about the cooperation between the Empire and the Dragon Clan.

He asked Rosvitha when the internal turmoil within the Red Flame Dragon Clan would calm down. He was eager to investigate the Red Flame Clan member who appeared in Maureen’s memory, the one who had been with Constantine at the time.

But Rosvitha told him not to consider that route in the short term and to approach it from other angles instead.

Other angles? Almost zero.

Helplessly, Leon’s investigation had to be temporarily put on hold. As everyone knows, when serious matters have to pause, people often find themselves with excess energy and need some strange activities to expend it—no, not assignments.

If you’re overthinking, go face the wall!

Actually, it has something to do with Little Light.

Little Light is just over a month old, and lately, Leon has been taking her with him wherever he goes. He was being quite secretive about it.

Rosvitha occasionally tried to secretly follow him to see what exactly he was doing with his precious daughter. She found out that the phrase Leon said most to Little Light throughout the day was:

“Little Light, be good, say Daddy.”

This reminded Rosvitha of the argument she and Leon had before about whether Little Light’s first words would be “Daddy” or “Mommy.”

Given the timing, it was indeed close to the point when young dragons start speaking. Rosvitha understood now; that dog of a man was preparing ahead of time.

Since that was the case, how could she let Leon succeed so easily? Little Light’s first words must be “Mommy”!

Ah, the nostalgic feeling of vying for family status was upon her again. However, Rosvitha was busy with work during the day and had little time to care for the baby at night.

Little Light spent at least half of her time with Leon. Even a young dragon with a strong sense of self would probably succumb to twelve hours of “say Daddy” brainwashing, right?

So Rosvitha’s first step was to separate the dog man from Little Light. The plan was clear, and executing it wasn’t difficult. That morning, Rosvitha was handling her daily work in the temple hall as usual. Before long, she heard hurried footsteps approaching.

“Where’s my Little Light? Where did my Little Light go?” Naturally, General Leon was anxious when he realized the child was missing.

Rosvitha calmly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and continued to work without looking up. “I asked Shirley to take Muen and Little Light to play in the back mountains.”

With Noia starting school, only the second and youngest daughters were left at home. Upon learning where his youngest daughter was, Leon didn’t linger and turned to leave.

“Where are you going?” Rosvitha asked.

“To find Muen and Little Light.”

“Don’t go.”

“Why?”

Rosvitha blinked her beautiful eyes. She certainly couldn’t tell Leon directly that she didn’t want him spending so much time alone with Little Light, so she had to come up with another reason.

“You’ve been spending so much time with our daughter lately, and not with me. I’m so bored.”

“How does throwing up in your Silver Dragon Sanctuary benefit you?” Leon retorted.

Rosvitha thought for a moment, then set down her pen, stood up, and vacated her seat.

“Leon, you sit here.”

Leon: ?

“What are you doing? Are you testing me? I’m not falling for that.”

General Leon’s mind raced. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re planning. As soon as I sit down, you’ll accuse me of plotting to usurp power. Silly dragon, such a low-level trick!”

Rosvitha was taken aback, her beautiful eyes showing innocence and confusion. What dirty power struggle are you talking about, Casmode?

You’ve been learning the ways of power and politics from me, but what kind of nonsense have you picked up?

“No, no. Look, you’re my husband—”

“Fake husband,” Leon corrected.

“OK, OK, fake husband. But to Anna and the others, you’re the real prince.”

Rosvitha coaxed, “So what if the prince sits on the throne for a while? If I really wanted to accuse you of plotting to usurp power, no one would believe it, right?”

Hiss~

The dragoness had a point. Leon glanced at her Silver Dragon Throne, which looked like it had cost a fortune to make.

Despite being General Casmode for so many years, having slain more dragons than he had pigs, he had never sat on a dragon king’s throne before.

Alright then.

Since Rosvitha was graciously inviting him, Leon decided to give it a try and see if the throne was truly as desirable as it seemed, the object of so many dragons’ contests.

He placed his hands on the throne’s armrests and slowly sat down. The seat was still warm from where Rosvitha had just been sitting.

But honestly, the throne wasn’t all that comfortable. It was actually a bit hard. Sitting there, facing the grand entrance of the Silver Dragon Sanctuary, the entire spacious and luxurious hall was within his view. This was the view the Silver Dragon Queen saw every day: magnificent, yet tinged with a sense of monotony.

Leon shifted his gaze to the desk in front of him. The exquisite mahogany desk was piled high with various work documents and logs, almost forming a small mountain. This sight triggered Leon’s memories. He recalled the victory banquet after defeating Constantine, when a slightly tipsy Rosvitha had come to chat with him.

She had said the throne was a giant cage, and she was a queen bound by it. At the time, Leon hadn’t fully understood what she meant. But now, he could somewhat grasp the feeling of being a king—or rather, the cost of being one.

He realized the throne wasn’t just a symbol of power and authority; it was also a burden, a responsibility that bound its occupant.

No wonder his master had advised him against delving too deeply into the world of those in power, suggesting he just do his job well.

“How does it feel?” Rosvitha asked from beside him.

“It feels… just okay.”

Leon found it difficult to describe his feelings after sitting on the throne. He felt both confused and oppressed. And… a bit of something for Rosvitha, perhaps, a sort of… pity?

Let’s call it “pity” for lack of a better term.

Just then, Leon felt a soft presence beside him. Turning, he saw that Rosvitha had squeezed in next to him on the throne. Leon shifted a bit to make more room for her.

The couple sat shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh, even with Leon moving over, it was still quite cramped. Leon placed his hands on his knees and pursed his lips, feeling a bit awkward. “It’s, uh, pretty small.”

“Yeah, when they made this throne, they didn’t consider that I might have a husband to sit with me in the future, so it’s sized just for me,” Rosvitha replied calmly. She paused, then mischievously looked at Leon, resting her chin on his shoulder.

“Hey, how about we commission a larger throne? One big enough for both of us to sit on comfortably, and maybe even do… other things on?”