Shut up, malevolent dragon! I don’t want to have any more children with you V2C30

Chapter 30: Can Do Everything, Except Woo His Wife

Speaking of “meeting the parents,” it seems it’s not an easy task for Xiao Luo and her brother-in-law.

The background of the Melkvi family is somewhat unique. The two sisters have never seen their parents since childhood; they were raised single-handedly by their grandmother.

After bringing the sisters to adulthood, their grandmother left them under the pretense of traveling the world, often not contacting them for decades.

Even when Rosvitha got married, their grandmother couldn’t make it back to meet her granddaughter’s husband.

As for her brother-in-law, Isabella doesn’t know much. She only heard from Xiao Luo that he came from a small disbanded tribe and technically married into her Silver Dragon Clan.

Isabella is half skeptical of her sister’s explanation.

After all, the Red Flame Dragon King, Constantine, was killed by this seemingly harmless brother-in-law of hers.

Someone with the strength to defeat Constantine wouldn’t likely fall to the point of his tribe disbanding and having to depend on the protection of another tribe just to survive, right?

Could it be that Leon married Xiao Luo to avoid enemies hunting him down?

Or perhaps they reached some kind of deal between them?

Isabella has pondered this question more than once, but Xiao Luo firmly believes that Leon is someone reliable and trustworthy.

As for the reason, Xiao Luo didn’t elaborate.

So, what can she, as an elder sister, do?

Of course, she has to trust her sister.

Bringing her wandering thoughts back, Isabella looked at her sister.

“Well, I’ve delivered the message. Grandmother didn’t specify when she’d return, but I need to prepare well in the coming days to avoid being caught off guard if she suddenly shows up.”

Rosvitha nodded. “Yes, me too.”

“Well, there’s nothing else.”

Isabella stood up, took a deep breath, then looked over at Leon, who was taking care of the children. “Finally, I can spend some time with my little niece.”

Leon also stood up and handed Little Light over to Isabella. “Leon, come with me to prepare dinner,” Rosvitha said.

“Okay.” Leon lowered his head and patted Muen’s little head. “Mom and dad are going to prepare dinner. Muen, be good and listen to Auntie.”

The little dragon girl nodded obediently. “Mm-hmm, Muen knows!”

Leon smiled and walked to Rosvitha’s side, and the couple left the bedroom one after the other.

Closing the door, the two walked side by side in the corridor. Dinner was already being prepared by the maids, so they just found an excuse to come out and talk privately. They had this unspoken understanding.

“Does your grandmother really come back only once every few decades?” Leon asked.

Rosvitha nodded. “Yes.”

“For so long, aren’t you afraid that the family will become estranged?”

Rosvitha shook her head. “Dragons have long lifespans, so a few decades isn’t much. Besides, most dragons don’t place much importance on family relationships.”

Leon blinked. “So, your grandmother is also not the type to value family relationships?”

The queen shrugged. “From her infrequent visits, it’s clear she doesn’t prioritize family much. But my sister and I could feel her love and care when we were young.”

As they chatted, the couple arrived at the backyard of the temple and continued to stroll along the shaded path.

“Intelligent beings are very complex; you can’t judge them based on just one aspect,” Rosvitha said. “Just like how dragons are perceived by outsiders as cruel and ruthless, prioritizing strength and showing little regard for bonds and emotions.”

“But living with me for so long, you should have noticed that while dragons may not care much about emotions, once they establish a connection with someone, they remain loyal without wavering.”

“This loyalty extends not only to marital relationships but also to family and friendships.”

“Like that newlywed couple we met during our vacation at the Cloudstream Valley, their marital relationship seemed quite good.”

“And also—”

Rosvitha, who had been speaking confidently, suddenly stopped.

Her steps faltered, and there was a subtle change in her gaze as she looked at Leon.

After a two-second eye contact, Rosvitha looked away, and her steps quickened slightly, betraying a hint of trying to cover something up.

“Cough, you get what I mean,” Rosvitha realized that continuing might sound ambiguous, so she decided to cut the conversation short.

Leon looked bewildered. “I don’t get it. Did you have something else to say just now? How am I supposed to understand if you don’t finish your thought?”

He genuinely couldn’t quite grasp what Rosvitha was trying to convey.

He could understand her initial point about not judging intelligent beings based on one aspect alone. After all, he had mentioned the same principle when he was teaching Muen about the intellect of young dragons.

Back then, the little dragon girl had given him a lesson too, saying that since everything has two sides, if there are dragons known for their fierceness and aggression, there must also be dragons yearning for peace.

Leon had kept his daughter’s words in mind, neither denying nor confirming them. Instead, he had been slowly seeking the true answer through his own observations and personal experiences.

Now, when Rosvitha mentioned something about loyalty once feelings were recognized, Leon listened attentively. But just when it got crucial, the mother dragon abruptly cut the conversation short.

It felt like reading a novel and getting to the climax, only for the author to drop a cliffhanger line like “To know what happens next, stay tuned for the next installment.”

Could he not be anxious?

To the queen, General Leon’s curiosity seemed like teasing her.

Damn him.

He clearly understood what she was about to say, right? He knew she found it difficult to speak about their ambiguous relationship, yet he pretended to be clueless!

Was it fun?!

Queen snorted coldly, crossed her arms, angrily flicked her tail twice, quickened her pace, and left Leon behind.

Leon stood there bewildered. A breeze swept past, blowing away a few leaves.

“No, how… how was everything fine just now, and then suddenly she’s angry?”

A woman’s heart is an ocean of needles.

Even after living together for more than a year, Leon sometimes couldn’t figure out what Rosvitha was thinking.

More and more little temperaments and moods.

When discussing serious matters, she was fine. Her emotions were usually stable, maintaining the dignity and elegance of a queen.

But if they talked about everyday life, she would be like a walking pufferfish. Maybe a single sentence would provoke her, causing her to puff up with anger.

General Leon had fought on battlefields for many years and had never encountered an enemy that gave him a headache.

Rosvitha was the first.

But this enemy, he couldn’t fight, couldn’t scold—actually, he just couldn’t bear to.

So, what could Leon do?

Just make do with it. Was divorce even an option?

“Hey, wait for me!”

Leon also quickened his pace, waving his hand as he ran towards Rosvitha.

Though Rosvitha didn’t turn back or give any response, she noticeably slowed down her steps.

Leon caught up to her, looking at her sulking profile, opening his mouth, not knowing where to start.

Rosvitha glanced at him and snorted lightly.

“What was the human girl calling you in the cave?” Rosvitha asked.

Leon thought for a moment before realizing Rosvitha was referring to Rebecca.

“Um… Captain,” he replied.

“No, the other nickname.”

Rosvitha looked at him and said slowly, word by word, “Stupid, Egghead, Straight, Male!”

Indeed, God is fair to everyone.

From marching into battles, strategizing against spies, slaying dragons, and taking care of children to completing various tasks, General Leon excelled in everything.

Except for knowing how to coax his wife.

Don’t be impatient.

Leon Casmode had legitimate reasons for thinking he couldn’t coax his wife.

“Damn it, they never taught this at Dragon Slayer Academy!”

Conclusion: Leon Casmode is a product of rigid exam-oriented education, Sad.