Chapter 69: Dad, You’re Handsome!

The principal wanted to help his obedient daughter fulfill her filial duties. This greatness needed no further words!

Before Leon could start berating Wilson, Rosvitha pulled him out of the principal’s office.

The couple made their way to the entrance of the academy, intending to return to the Silver Dragon Temple. But just then, a familiar figure emerged from the side, it was Lal’s father.

This troublemaker seemed to have been lurking at the school gate for quite some time. He blocked Leon and Rosvitha’s path. From the looks of it, he wanted to have another chat with the couple about the “second half.”

“Is there something else?” Rosvitha’s tone rarely betrayed impatience; she genuinely felt it was beneath her to talk to such a person. Despite her dissatisfaction, Rosvitha maintained her elegant demeanor, her innate aura of dignity fully on display. This aspect was entirely inherited from Noia.

“Of course, I still want to talk to you about the children,” he said.

“The academy has already given its decision on this matter. You just said in the office that you respected the academy, didn’t you? So, I believe there’s no need to discuss this further. Please step aside; we’re going home,” Rosvitha replied calmly.

Lal’s father shook his neck, bones cracking, adopting a thuggish air. “That was just polite talk in the office. I said that out of respect for the academy. But now that we’re outside the academy, we’ll settle it the way we dragons do.”

With that, the two toad-like dragon parents also emerged from the side. However, their demeanor was clearly not as arrogant as Lal’s father’s. They didn’t even dare to meet Leon’s gaze and walked hesitantly.

They were probably brought here by Lal’s father to show support.

“I warn you, don’t mess with the Silver Dragon clan. Move aside,” Rosvitha repeated.

“What if we provoke you? My Flame Burn dragon clan has never feared such things. Besides, your man doesn’t even dare to show his tail. I wonder which insignificant clan he’s from. If it comes to a fight, he wouldn’t last three rounds. Even then, I’d consider it my loss.”

When a son loses a fight, the father definitely needs to salvage his son’s reputation. This dragon named Leon is probably from some obscure dragon clan, not even daring to show his tail. How could he compare to their noble Flame Burn dragon clan?

So, even if he plastered the words “provoking trouble” on his face, what’s the harm?

Leon thought to himself, “Lal might not inherit your title, but he’s inherited that spirit of not backing down.” And, this was him asking me for a fight, everyone heard it, didn’t they?

Leon glanced at Rosvitha, as if seeking approval. Rosvitha sighed helplessly and whispered, “Don’t kill him.”

Leon made an OK gesture and then stepped forward.

Both sides were tense, locking eyes, sparks flying. Meanwhile, inside the academy, Noia hurried to the door with a box of cookies she made in cooking class.

Originally, she planned to bring them home the day after tomorrow when they had a day off. But since she was already here, she might as well bring them along.

However, when Noia reached the door, she happened to see Leon preparing to fight Lal’s father. It seemed like they were about to throw down.

The academic radar went off in Noia’s mind – this was… study time!

Lal’s father threw punches from left and right, each powerful, but Leon dodged them effortlessly.

Noia remembered the duel between Leon and her mom in the training ground a few days ago. Leon was cautious then, giving his all against her mom.

But when it came to the crucial moment, you could still feel that Mom and Dad were holding back. After all, when a couple sparred, they couldn’t really treat each other like enemies.

Although Leon ended up losing in the end, it was evident that Mom didn’t win very easily either. However, when facing Lal’s father, Leon seemed to be playing with a child, not taking it seriously at all.

How much more does this man… still have hidden? Noia couldn’t help but wonder.

Lal’s father swung a few punches, all of them missing, getting frustrated and attacking even more impatiently and without any technique.

Just by these few moves, Leon had already gauged the opponent’s approximate level. While the Flame Burn dragon clan had strong members, this mad dog in front of him was only slightly stronger than the toad-like dragon. In the past, on the battlefield, Leon wouldn’t even bother to look at dragons of this level.

“So boring, idiot,” Leon mocked as he effortlessly dodged, “I don’t even need to use magic to deal with you.”

“W-what—”

Before the words were even out, Leon delivered a vicious roundhouse kick to Lal’s father’s knee.

The knee was a weak point for the Flame Burn dragon clan, and this was Leon’s decades of experience in dragon-slaying, something he wouldn’t tell just anyone.

Lal’s father instantly knelt in pain, his knee throbbing unbearably.

Leon then took a couple of steps, stepping onto the nearby stone steps, using the momentum to spin and deliver a clean and decisive spinning kick that sent Lal’s father crashing to the ground.

But that wasn’t the end of it.

Leon put his hands in his pockets, whistling casually, and walked over, expressionless. He stepped on Lal’s father’s tail, causing the man to scream in agony.

Leon reached into his pocket, clenched his right fist, synchronized his body and horse stance, gathering all his strength into his fist as he delivered a powerful punch aimed at Lal’s father’s face.

“N-no!”

Boom—

Lal’s father was so frightened by this move that he trembled, and at the last moment, he awkwardly hugged his head and curled up.

He felt like he had made a mistake. The guy in front of him didn’t seem particularly special on the surface, but once he started throwing punches, the aura of killing intent emanating from him was undeniably real. It was like the aura only those who crawled out of a pile of dead dragons could possess…

Who the hell is this bastard…

However, Leon’s punch didn’t land on his face. He cautiously withdrew his hand, seeing Leon’s fist smashing into the concrete floor right in front of him. The hard ground was actually dented by the force of the blow. Even dragon bones couldn’t withstand such a punch.

In harsher words, if Leon hadn’t held back, Lal might have been an orphan by now.

“See, besides my mouth, my fists are pretty tough too,” Leon remarked as he stood up, kicking Lal’s father’s shins. “Get lost, and tell your son to stay away from my daughter in the future.”

With that, he looked at the two toad-like dragons beside him.

In the past, Leon wouldn’t even spare a glance at such small fry, “You two, want to give it a try too?”

The two toad-like dragons shook their heads like drums.

“Then take him and get lost.”

Lal’s father stood up shakily, clutching his sore knee. With the support of the two toad-like dragons, he left in embarrassment. But his eyes towards Leon couldn’t conceal the venom and resentment within.

Leon breathed a sigh of relief and turned around. “Alright, let’s go—Noia? When did you get here?”

As he turned around, he happened to see Noia hiding behind the school gate. From her expression and the wagging of her tail, it seemed she had witnessed the whole process, and she appeared… quite excited?

Rosvitha hadn’t noticed her daughter behind her until Leon mentioned it and turned to look.

“Noia? Why aren’t you back in class?”

Noia approached, holding the box of cookies. “I wanted to give these to you.”

With that, she handed over the cookie box.

Rosvitha took it with both hands, delighted. “Did you make these yourself?”

“Yeah, we learned how to make them in cooking class.”

Pausing for a moment, Noia added, “They might… not taste very good, so don’t mind.”

Rosvitha didn’t say anything like “They’re delicious, daughter’s cooking is the best,” but instead, she took out a cookie from the box, broke it in half, handed one half to Leon, and tasted the other half herself.

“These are quite tasty,” Rosvitha said.

Leon also ate his half and genuinely praised, “Yeah, really delicious.”

Noia’s nervous expression finally relaxed. “I got second place in cooking class.”

Rosvitha reached out and ruffled Noia’s hair. “Cooking is just child’s play for you. Next time, we’ll definitely get first place.”

“Yeah, okay.”

Noia nodded, then turned her gaze to Leon. She bit her lip, as if hesitant to speak.

After some thought, she finally mustered the courage to say, “You were… very handsome just now.”

At that moment, Leon seemed to grasp the significance of being a father. In the pure act of loving his daughter without expecting anything in return, a simple compliment from her outweighed a thousand words.

Especially coming from someone like Noia, who usually didn’t express her preferences so bluntly, being able to praise Leon so directly was more joyful than receiving any gift for him.

He didn’t think it had anything to do with PUA or personality manipulation nonsense. It was just a normal psychological reaction when a father received praise from his daughter.

If Leon had a tail, he’d be wagging it vigorously right now!

Compared to “My daughter has finally grown up and learned to compliment people,” Leon’s thoughts leaned more towards “There’s finally a clear sign of breaking the ice between my daughter and me.”

He didn’t care if Noia had become more mature; he had never been so demanding of her. He just wanted to enter Noia’s heart and truly live up to the “father-daughter” relationship between them.

Seeing Leon stunned by his daughter’s brief “very handsome” compliment, Rosvitha quickly nudged his arm.

Leon snapped out of it, scratched his head, and chuckled. “Ahaha, well, of course! Your old man here is quite impressive! And I didn’t lie to you, right? The knee really is a weak point for the Flame Burn dragon clan. Next time if Lal bullies you again, just kick his knee hard.”

Noia chuckled but quickly suppressed her smile, just like her mother, as if laughing once required an extra fee.

“Okay, I got it. Then—wait, your hand… is it injured?”

When Leon raised his hand to scratch his head earlier, he inadvertently revealed the knuckles on the back of his hand. It was the wound he got from punching the ground just now.

Upon hearing her question, Leon quickly put his hand behind his back. “It’s nothing, just a scratch from the fight. Bumps and bruises are normal in a brawl.”

“But still—”

“Isn’t the next class about to start? Go back to class. We’ll make something delicious for you when we go home the day after tomorrow,” Leon said.

Noia’s pupils trembled slightly, and she pursed her lips. “Uh… okay. Goodbye.”

“See you the day after tomorrow.”

Noia waved and hurried back to the academy.

Rosvitha handed the cookie box to Leon and then transformed into her dragon form. “Let’s go back too.”

“Yeah.”

…

Later that evening, Leon sat in the nursery, reading educational dragon books, preparing to teach Muen tomorrow. After a moment, the door clicked.

He set down the book and glanced towards the door. Before he could see who it was, he heard the familiar sound of high heels.

Leon didn’t greet her, quietly picked up the book again, and continued reading.

Rosvitha sat down beside him, waiting silently without saying a word.

After a few minutes, Leon put down the book. “What is it?”

“Your hand.”

“Huh?” Leon was confused, but Rosvitha didn’t explain. Instead, she lifted Leon’s right hand and placed it on her own lap. Then she took out the wound medicine she had brought, dipped a cotton swab into it, and carefully applied it to Leon’s wound, bit by bit.

As the medicine entered the wound, it stung a bit, and Leon instinctively flinched his hand. “Does it hurt a lot?” Rosvitha asked.

Leon stubbornly replied, “N-No, it doesn’t hurt.”

Rosvitha chuckled and continued applying the medicine, but her movements became much gentler. “Hmm, well, it doesn’t hurt me anyway.”

The evening breeze flowed in through the window, refreshing and pleasant. Rosvitha applied the medicine very carefully and slowly. The medicine was cool, but the palm of the beauty’s hand was warm and soft.

As a seasoned dragon slayer, Leon had countless wounds on his hands from battles. In the past, he would just deal with them casually. But no one had ever applied medicine to his wounds with such meticulous care, especially not like Rosvitha.

People always remember their first experiences vividly, and every detail is felt profoundly. Rosvitha’s palm was soft and warm, but her fingertips were slightly cool. As they brushed against Leon’s hand, the sensation was delicate and ticklish.

Leon awkwardly cleared his throat and then turned his head, trying to divert his attention from this simple physical contact. Although it was a bit painful, he didn’t dare to move around recklessly, especially with his hand on someone else’s lap; it could easily be misunderstood as inappropriate behavior.

“It’s actually… not necessary to apply the medicine. It’ll be fine in a couple of days,” Leon said.

“It’s Muen who wanted to apply the medicine for you,” Rosvitha said quietly, lowering her head.

“Oh.”

“I was afraid she wouldn’t do it properly, so I came by myself.”

“Oh.”

“Why are you saying ‘oh’? I’m telling the truth.”

Leon shrugged. “Yeah, I know it’s true. I didn’t say it wasn’t. Why are you so nervous?”

“I’m not nervous.”

“Well, if you’re not nervous, then I am. Okay? Oh, damn—ouch!” Leon winced in pain.

Rosvitha gave him a disapproving look. “Be honest.”

“Tch.”

She continued applying the medicine.

After a while, she spoke again. “Today, thank you.”

“Thank me for what?”

“When we were in the office, Lal’s father was being aggressive, and you stood up to defend me and Noia.”

Rosvitha finished applying the medicine, then tossed the cotton swab into the trash. “I thought you’d be happy to see me being put in my place.”

Leon shook his hand, still feeling the warmth from Rosvitha’s leg. “Well… of course, I’d be happy to see you at a loss for words. I’d be ecstatic. But still, if my wife… if my wife were being insulted to her face, could I just sit there and do nothing? That would make me a coward, wouldn’t it? And, well, it’s not all about defending you. I did it mainly for Noia. Yeah, for Noia.”

Sure, keep pretending to be tough in front of each other.

Rosvitha let out a soft snort and reached up to adjust the strands of hair near her ear. Leon just noticed that she had kept the small braid he had woven for her near her temple while she was unconscious. Seeing this, Leon felt secretly pleased. See? His sense of aesthetics was definitely ahead of the game!

“My sister just sent a letter,” Rosvitha said.

“Is she coming to visit again?” Leon asked.

Rosvitha shook her head. “She’s inviting us to bring the two daughters to her place as guests. Are you going?”

“I’m not going,” Leon shook his head.

“Alright then, if you’re not going, let’s settle some past issues,” Rosvitha replied.

“I’ll go,” someone quickly changed their mind.

“Very well, then we’ll set off when Noia is on break the day after tomorrow.”