Chapter 95: Reporting!

Leon Casmode’s, who was highly expected by us, ultimately fell into the hands of carrots. After breakfast, that taste lingered in his mouth and nose.

In the afternoon, when Muen was playing with him, she asked in puzzlement, “Daddy, why do you look unhealthy after eating carrots?”

“My dear daughter, just because you don’t like purple cabbage doesn’t mean you can’t eat it; but when Daddy doesn’t like carrots, he really can’t eat carrots! You just don’t know what Daddy used to do.”

“Daddy used to be the treasure of the Empire’s Dragon Slayer Army. The cooks in the army knew Daddy didn’t like carrots and eggplants, so they removed all carrots and eggplants from the nutrition meals served to Daddy after he enlisted. See, that’s how top dragon slayers are treated, like how top students can freely choose their seats in class.”

“But on another note, of all the dishes, Leon only fears those two types of food, and yet, this morning, he was caught red-handed by Rosvitha. Is it really a coincidence? Or is there something else? Can’t figure it out for now.”

“But there’s no time to mourn the vanished carrots. What’s coming up next is revenge from Leon Casmode!”

“As a dragon slayer, I cannot let that mother dragon off easy!”

Through spending such a long time together, Leon also found out that, apart from activities in bed, Rosvitha basically had no weaknesses in her daily life.

She loved taking baths and being clean but didn’t have serious cleanliness OCD. She could cook well without any flaws, and she handled household chores effortlessly, from sweeping the floor to mopping it.

Finding a weakness that would make her lose her appetite for a day was as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack.

“Unable to eat… unable to eat… oh, I got it!”

He remembered when he was trying to subtly inquire about where Rosvitha had gone yesterday with Anna. Anna casually mentioned, “Her Majesty doesn’t like coriander.”

Ah ha! He had indeed found the needle in the haystack!

During dinner, Leon volunteered to cook himself.

Following the principle of “going all out,” every dish Leon made was seasoned with coriander.

No matter how cunning the mother dragon was, she couldn’t escape my coriander array.

After preparation, Leon proudly brought the food to the table.

As the first dish of grilled chicken wings landed, Rosvitha’s smile instantly froze.

The fragrant chicken wings emitted an enticing aroma, and the few small green specks on them were quite eye-catching.

Rosvitha took a deep breath.

Well, it’s just a dish of grilled chicken wings. I can just not eat it, right? There are other dishes anyway, aren’t there?

So, for the second dish, roasted fish—coriander-flavored version.

Rosvitha’s frozen face finally couldn’t hold back.

Would this guy, Leon, really put so much coriander in his cooking before?

Seeing Rosvitha’s reaction, Leon tried to stifle his laughter as he continued to serve the dishes.

And each subsequent dish had coriander as an accompaniment.

Rosvitha couldn’t escape! This was like coriander hell for her!

“Come, Muen, your pan-fried steak should be eaten with vegetables too,” Leon said.

“I know, Daddy~”

“Here, your roasted fish, and some other side dishes, help yourself.”

After serving the dishes, Leon took his seat. But instead of hurrying to start eating, he leisurely admired the expression on Rosvitha’s face.

Rosvitha bit her lip, staring at the roasted fish on the plate for a while. Finally, she squeezed out a sentence, “I… am not very hungry, you guys go ahead.”

Just as she was about to get up, Leon suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist. “You were out for so long yesterday, tired from the journey, and didn’t rest much. How can you not eat dinner? Have a little, don’t make me worry.” Leon’s tone was sincere, full of affection.

“…”

How disgustingly attentive, Casmode! But at least there’s no coriander disgust.

“Yes, Mom, balanced nutrition is important, and three meals a day are important too!”

Good daughter, whose side are you on, anyway!

Having been inexplicably arranged by Leon for a coriander feast, Rosvitha didn’t know if this guy did it on purpose. But to avoid setting a bad example for her daughter not to eat properly, she reluctantly sat back down, picked up her knife and fork, and looked at the roasted fish adorned with coriander. Her voice trembled slightly, “Okay… Mom will eat.”

“Mm-hmm~”

Enduring the taste of coriander, Rosvitha ate the roasted fish in small mouthfuls.

Who said there’s no such thing as empathy in the world? She now understood the pain Leon felt during breakfast.

Even though that pain was caused by her own hand.

Wait a minute—

As Rosvitha chewed on the fish, she glanced over the dishes on the table. Every dish had coriander… It’s really hard not to suspect that this guy did it on purpose.

So, he decided to eat a whole dumpling of jealousy!

But how did he know she didn’t like coriander? Rosvitha’s mind stirred slightly as she endured the overpowering scent of coriander, pondering over this matter.

This dinner was the most satisfying dinner Leon had had recently.

Hmm, coriander truly is the most perfect food in the world!

After dinner, Muen went to rest in her room, and the couple washed dishes in the kitchen.

“Did you enjoy dinner?” Leon persisted.

Seeing through his intentions, Rosvitha replied, “It was good, really well made.”

Alright, alright, stubborn dragon, I’ll continue to make you a coriander feast tomorrow.

“As long as you enjoyed it,” Leon said.

Rosvitha chuckled, setting down the cleaned plates. Changing the subject, she said, “Tonight, I’ll sleep in your room.”

Leon was taken aback, “Sleep in my room…”

“Yeah, remember to tidy up, see you tonight.”

With that, Rosvitha wiped her hands, offering no further explanation. But even if she didn’t explain, Leon understood the meaning behind her words very well.

After all, being an old married couple, a single glance was enough to understand such matters. No doubt, tonight’s coriander feast had sparked her desire to torment Leon again.

Besides, it had been half a month since Leon last handed in his “homework” after the hot spring battle.

In the past, when handing in “homework,” Rosvitha would usually choose between her own room or Leon’s nursery. If she wanted to play some fancy games, like teacher roleplay or boss roleplay, she would stay in her own room.

But if she wanted a simple night of intense passion, she would go to Leon’s room. The reason for this choice was that she didn’t want to mess up her own room. So, tonight is going to be another intense night, huh?

However, after the brief shock, Leon quickly calmed down. Because with a full half month of time, his body’s amazing recovery rate combined with the highly nutritious food of the dragon race had already made him much stronger than before.

Did Rosvitha want to casually manipulate and exert pressure on him again this time?

It wouldn’t be so easy!

If she wanted to come, fine. He vowed to make this dragon regret it!

But to maintain his facade of confidence, Leon symbolically declined, “Shall we do it another day?”

As expected, the reply was, “No.”

“Okay.”

Alright, alright, mother dragon, I’ve given you a chance. Don’t beg for mercy when the time comes!

…

In the evening, Leon quickly tidied up his nursery and then sat quietly at his desk, waiting. Before long, the door creaked, and Rosvitha walked in wearing a thin-strapped nightgown.

She wore dragon-wing slippers, and her skirt was a bit short, just covering the top of her thighs. Her long and slender legs were exposed, exuding a fiery sensuality.

The dragon tattoo on her chest was faintly visible, her round and delicate shoulders were fair and smooth, and her soft curves swayed slightly with each step.

As she passed by Leon, a delicate fragrance mingled with the pleasant scent of shower gel wafted over, intoxicatingly alluring. Without greeting, she climbed into bed and pulled back the covers to lie down.

“Did you shower?” Rosvitha asked.

“Yes, I did.”

“Hmm, come here.”

After a pause, she added, “Shirt off.”

Leon silently got up and took off his shirt. Rosvitha glanced over, captivated by Leon’s solid and well-defined muscles, especially his abs, which were so tempting that one would want to reach out and touch them. However, Rosvitha’s goal tonight was not that.

She averted her gaze and closed her eyes slightly. A few seconds later, Leon lay down beside her.

“Should I turn off the light?” Leon asked.

“Yes, please.”

Click—

The bedside lamp went out, plunging the room into darkness. Moonlight filtered in through the window, but Leon didn’t take the opportunity to admire Rosvitha’s profile. He was quietly waiting for the right moment, like a lion lurking before its hunt.

You may not know how exaggeratedly skilled it is to kill a mother dragon effortlessly. I often say, if Noia could take on three opponents at school and defeat them all, then it’s no problem for me, Leon, to take down Rosvitha alone.

Lying in wait, Leon knew he couldn’t consume this kidney treasure. He didn’t need to. Rosvitha was as good as dead. If only he could exchange this kidney treasure for Dragon Strength, it would be a decisive blow.

But unfortunately, it wasn’t possible. Come on, mother dragon, hurry up. Move a little faster. Stop dawdling. I still need to take you down. He handed her a small whip, signaling her to start the show.

But as time ticked away, Rosvitha remained motionless. Leon turned his head and found her eyes closed, breathing steadily. Was she… asleep? What happened to the intense passion? How could she fall asleep?

Leon gently nudged her arm, “Hey, hey.” No response. She was really asleep. Damn it. Did she really come to my room just to sleep and nothing else?

Leon’s mind raced. Rosvitha was now asleep. If he took her down now… No, it wasn’t the right time. She usually liked to produce aggression, so counterattacking her would be more meaningful.

And Leon had spent half a month accumulating his strength. He couldn’t afford to lose it so easily. Money should be spent wisely on the blade’s edge.

With these thoughts in mind, Leon shifted away from Rosvitha, creating some distance, and then drifted off to sleep himself.

However, in the early hours of the morning, around two o’clock, silver eyes slowly opened.

Rosvitha quietly sat up and gently nudged Leon’s shoulder, “Wake up, I’m going to punish you. Wake up.”

Leon didn’t respond.

Rosvitha smiled knowingly. “Very well.”

She glanced at the clock on the wall, which showed exactly half-past two in the morning. Teg had said that if Leon was asleep at half-past two in the morning, there was a chance she could hear his inner thoughts when asking him questions.

Rosvitha couldn’t wait to give it a try.

Without hesitation about what question to ask, she had already decided.

“Let’s start with a simple test,” Rosvitha cleared her throat. “Leon Casmode, what’s the name of your little daughter?”

“Mmm…” Leon murmured in his sleep, but didn’t answer Rosvitha’s question.

Rosvitha frowned. “Could it be that it’s not working tonight?”

Just as Rosvitha was hesitating whether to try again tomorrow night, she heard Leon, in a daze, say, “Muen… Muen K. Melkvi.”

Rosvitha’s eyes lit up. “Ah-ha! Got it.”

A perfect answer, they really were family!

“Then, for the second question, what does the girl you rejected in five seconds during your school days look like?”

Combining relationship history and embarrassing past equals double critical hit!

Leon hummed, “Hmm… Silver hair, tall… Kind of pretty…”

Rosvitha lowered her gaze and snorted coldly. “After all these years, you still remember her so clearly. What a dog of a man. So why did you hesitate for five seconds when rejecting her, while you were quick to reject everyone else?”

“Mmm… hehe~ hehehe~”

“Why are you laughing? Give me a proper answer!”

“She… she’s pretty… hehe…”

Rosvitha’s face unknowingly darkened. “Then why did you reject her? Why don’t you go date her if you think she’s pretty?”

“Because… um… because I only like silver hair and tall girls… not her.”

Upon hearing this, Rosvitha softened slightly. “Then what else do you like?”

“I also like… mature women, black stockings, bunny girls…”

Rosvitha suppressed a smile, holding her hands to her chest as if she had discovered some incredible secret. “So you like bunny girls, huh, you dog of a man.”

This was something even his master didn’t know. Unexpectedly, there was a surprise revelation!

“Do you… want that five-second girl from school to dress up as a bunny girl for you?”

“N… no…”

Rosvitha: “Then who do you want to see in a bunny girl outfit?”

“Um… Rosvitha.”

Rosvitha: ?

Well, dream on. As the esteemed Silver Dragon Queen, I would never dress up as a bunny girl for you!