Chapter 71: Deliberate Intentions, Do You Like It?

Isabella glanced at the reactions of the two youngsters, her gaze involuntarily falling on Leon.

Leon, who had just been gleefully mocking, now seemed somewhat shy, unlike his previous self.

As for Rosvitha, who would have thought that what she said over a hundred years ago would come true in such a strange way today?

She really “married” someone who excelled academically, was responsible, liked children, and didn’t bully the weak.

Regarding this “coincidence,” the couple tacitly chose to remain silent.

Isabella looked left and right. Since both husband and wife were feeling a bit embarrassed because of her, her purpose had been achieved.

Putting away the souvenir stone, Isabella asked, “So, who pursued whom first?”

Leon was quick to respond, “She pursued me.”

“Have some shame. Say it again, who pursued whom?”

Leon was about to continue arguing shamelessly when he noticed the look in Rosvitha’s eyes, which clearly said, “If you dare, say it again.”

Leon swallowed hard and reluctantly said, “Uh… it was, it was her who pursued me first. I was clueless, ignored her, then regretted it, and ended up pursuing her.”

Rosvitha snorted coldly, implying, “That’s about right.”

It was rare for their banter to end with one side conceding.

Perhaps the shock of the earlier “mate selection criteria” was too overwhelming, leaving them feeling a bit… deer in headlights?

Seeing the young couple exchanging meaningful glances, Isabella knew it was time to temporarily end this topic.

Coincidentally, the maid came to inform them that dinner was ready, so they all headed to the dining room.

After seating themselves, Isabella asked with a playful smile,

“Muen, Auntie has prepared pan-fried steak for you~ Would you like Auntie to feed you?”

“I want, I want!” Muen ran over to Isabella and extended his little arms, begging to be held.

Isabella, who was quite fond of children, lifted Muen onto her lap, holding her small hand as they together cut into the steak on the plate.

Leon, Rosvitha, and Noia also began to enjoy their dinner.

Through this brief interaction, Leon realized that Queen Isabella of the Red Dragons was actually quite easy to get along with.

Despite being Rosvitha’s sister, she didn’t appear uptight at all.

As Rosvitha had described, she was lively, talkative, and a bit mischievous.

Moreover, she had a special affinity for children.

Even Noia, who usually dislikes being touched by people, had obediently let her hold her for a while just now.

This showed Isabella’s charisma.

She and Rosvitha were completely different from the Dragon Kings they had interacted with before.

They were friendlier, more peaceful, and placed more emphasis on “family.”

Certainly, the lifestyle and educational beliefs of the Dragon Clan differed greatly from humans, but in terms of emotions, they also harbored the purest of intentions.

They loved their family and themselves.

“By the way, little Lo, I heard you had a bit of a clash with a Duke from the Flame Dragon Clan a few days ago?” Isabella casually asked as she passed a small piece of beef to Muen’s mouth.

“Yeah, his son, along with two toad dragons, bullied Noia, and Noia gave them a good beating,” Rosvitha replied.

Isabella looked up, “Toad dragons?”

Rosvitha paused, glanced at Leon, and explained, “Oh, she means dwarf dragons.”

“Ah, I see. I heard that guy went back and complained to Constantine afterward, saying he wanted to teach you a lesson,” Isabella remarked.

“Would Constantine bother with him?” Rosvitha chuckled lightly.

Isabella chuckled, “Who knows, but that old Dragon King has indeed been quite active lately, itching for a fight everywhere. Remember when I mentioned to you last time about his plans to expand territory?”

“Yeah, I remember,” Rosvitha replied casually.

Her expression remained indifferent as she added, “If he really dares to lay a hand on my Silver Dragon Sanctuary for the sake of a worthless duke, I wouldn’t mind trimming down their Flame Dragon Clan a bit.”

“Oh~ come on~ Don’t be so aggressive. Let’s just chat casually and focus on eating,” Isabella intervened.

Leon silently listened to the conversation between the two sisters.

He remembered reading about Constantine’s deeds when he was explaining Dragon Clan history to Muen before.

It described Constantine as a heroic figure who expanded the Dragon Clan’s territory.

He must be one of the older Dragon Kings with formidable strength.

Despite Isabella’s reminder, Rosvitha showed no signs of worry.

She wasn’t the type to overestimate herself or boast. If she didn’t have full confidence, she wouldn’t have uttered the audacious phrase “trim down their Flame Dragon Clan.”

Leon brought his thoughts back and resumed eating.

As the dinner came to an end, the maids came to clear the table.

Isabella carefully wiped the food residue from Muen’s mouth, while Noia obediently sat beside her.

Leon had a faint smile on his lips, seeming to savor the moment of social death just now.

Rosvitha was already regretting bringing him here.

If it didn’t work out, could she just leave him halfway on the way back tomorrow?

Would that be okay? It should be, right?

“So, where were we? Oh~~ it was you pursuing little Lo, right?” Isabella initiated the post-dinner conversation.

Leon’s gaze wandered, feeling a bit guilty, “Ah, yes… I was the one pursuing her.”

“You’re quite something, then. There have been many who pursued little Lo before, and at the peak, the line could stretch from the front yard of the Silver Dragon Sanctuary to the back mountain,” Isabella remarked.

“It wasn’t that exaggerated, sis…”

“Hehe, just reminding your husband to cherish you more,” Isabella teased. “Hey, Leon, did you know, little Lo’s suitors were each more eccentric than the last, as were the gifts they gave.”

Leon’s eyes lit up immediately, piquing his interest.

Was it time for another round of embarrassing stories?

I love it! Bring it on!

And Rosvitha was powerless to stop it.

Whatever, let it be destroyed.

A person’s true death occurs twice: first, the death of the body, and second, the death of being forgotten by others. But a certain Silver Dragon Queen pioneered a third type:

Ultimate social death!

“I remember one gift was a toy bear that would wake you up at exactly six every morning. The noise was unbearable. little Lo tossed it aside as soon as she got it,” Isabella recounted.

“A toy bear?”

“Yeah, don’t know if it was the toy bear she didn’t like, or just the sound.”

“Just someone who thought giving a toy bear was a good idea,” Rosvitha remarked, sipping her post-dinner tea.

Leon pondered, “So, she actually likes toy bears then?”

Rosvitha gave him a sidelong glance, knowing what he was hinting at.

To prevent him from continuing with his teasing, Rosvitha played along with his insinuation and replied, “Mmm, yes, yes, I love toy bears. I absolutely adore them.”

Perhaps, it wasn’t about the toy bear at all.

It was about the person who gave the toy bear—

Well, it’s just a way to get this guy to stop fixating on this matter, Rosvitha thought to herself.

“Speaking of suitors, little Lo, I have a surprise for you here,” Isabella announced.

Rosvitha’s hand holding the tea froze.

It’s not over yet?!

Oh my dear sister, how many more hidden treasures do you have in your arsenal?

How long have you been preparing for this day?

“Sis, no need for further ado, bring out the surprise already!” Leon rubbed his hands eagerly.

If he had known his big sister had such exciting hidden gems, he wouldn’t have refused her earlier, would he?

In this family, his big sister was his confidante!

In terms of orchestrating Rosvitha’s social demise, he and Isabella had an innate understanding.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend!

Isabella dashed off and returned with a large cardboard box in her hands.

“What’s this…” Rosvitha suddenly had a very bad feeling.

“These are all the love letters you didn’t even bother to look at before tossing them away!” Isabella exclaimed.

“Mom, are you okay?!”

“I’m fine… Mom’s still holding on…”

Isabella proceeded to flip through the love letters one by one, as if they were precious treasures.

“This one, from a prince of the Azure Dragon Clan, but sadly, he never even made it through the gates of your Silver Dragon Sanctuary.”

“This one, from a lord of the Frost Dragon Clan, but he had it worse, you didn’t even bother to learn his name.”

“Ah, these letters, none of them were opened, all thrown away by you. Thankfully, your sister is frugal and thrifty, so I saved them for you.”

Rosvitha covered her face. “Sis, how does this have anything to do with being thrifty and frugal…”

“Being thrifty, you can use unwanted love letters to prop up table corners; being frugal, when you’re feeling down, you can take them out and read them, and then you’ll feel happy again!” Isabella replied.

Rosvitha silently gave her a thumbs up. You win.

“Ahem, then, let’s randomly select a lucky one to read the love letter he sent to little Lo,” Isabella suggested.

“Sis, please let me do this!” Leon volunteered eagerly.

“No problem, come on, pick any, there’s a whole boxful,” Isabella replied.

Leon couldn’t wait and rummaged through the box, finally pulling out a pink envelope. He held the envelope close to his nose, took a dramatic deep breath, and said, “Darling, I’m about to start reading~ Take this opportunity to learn, so I can write to you every day in the future.”

“……”

Leon leisurely opened the envelope and began to read with exaggerated emotion,

“My dear Miss Melkvi, the moment I laid eyes on you, I fell irresistibly in love with you. Oh, Melkvi, you shine as brightly as the Milky Way in the sky, like an elf of the night, silently stealing my heart~ Oh~~ Melkvi, my beloved, my—um, um, um—”

Rosvitha grabbed a piece of bread from the table and stuffed it into Leon’s mouth.

“You win, Leon. In disgusting me, you’ve succeeded, and quite perfectly,” the tone of the mother dragon’s voice was somewhat displeased.

Now she resembled a red-hot pufferfish, pouting and with a flushed face.

Leon swallowed the bread and tossed the love letter aside, then pulled Rosvitha into a hug.

Rosvitha thought he was going to continue grossing her out, but what Leon said next caught her off guard.

“Alright, alright, suitors, love letters, it’s all in the past. In the end, you married me and we have these adorable and sensible daughters,” he said, looking at Rosvitha with affection—though mostly out of survival instinct.

If he didn’t appease this mother dragon soon, Leon had no doubt about what she might do tonight.

Rosvitha’s cheeks flushed slightly as she quickly turned her head away. “Your sister and the kids are here, don’t say such things, you idiot.”

“Daddy’s being shy~” Muen chimed in.

Isabella smiled, her lips curved upwards. “You two have a good dynamic.”

She could see that although her sister and brother-in-law were always bantering, refusing to yield to each other, this kind of relationship was the most relaxed.

little Lo would never allow anyone to joke about her, but this man named Leon managed to do so.

In the future… they would surely continue to be happy, Isabella was sure of it.

She stood up and clapped her hands. “Alright, dinner’s over. Let me take you to your rooms. Tomorrow, we’ll go visit the Red Dragon Tribe.”

“Yay~”

Isabella held Noia and Muen’s hands, one on each side, while Leon and Rosvitha followed behind.

Upon reaching the third floor of the sanctuary, Isabella first arranged her sisters in one room.

Inside, there were rocking horses, slides, and a sea of colorful balls—everything a child could dream of.

It seemed their Aunt Isabella had turned a miniature dragon playground into a bedroom!

The two little ones ran excitedly into the room.

Isabella chuckled and then led the couple to the innermost room, opening the door. “Here, you’ll be staying in this room for the next few days.”

This room was much simpler:

Looking around, there was only a large bed and a huge transparent bathroom.

What was more, rose petals were scattered all over the bed and in the bathtub in the bathroom!

“Only one bed?!” Leon and Rosvitha exclaimed simultaneously.

“Hehe, I’ve been preparing for this day for two years. You two rest well now,” Isabella said with a squinted smile, looking like a cunning old fox who had succeeded in her plan.