Chapter 103: Children Can’t Watch

After lunch, Leon and Rosvitha began their afternoon date activities.

They went to an indoor zoo and got up close to feed some adorable little animals. Just like humans, in the eyes of the dragon race, anything not too ugly could be categorized as “cute.”

But Rosvitha wouldn’t describe them as “cute.”

Because in the dragon’s concept, “cute” is a derogatory term.

Throughout the visit to the zoo, Leon kept trying to guide her into saying the word “cute.”

Rosvitha was annoyed, and finally, a bit embarrassed, she blurted out, “Casmode, you are so cute.”

After the zoo, they went to a place for handmade clay sculpture.

Rosvitha made a caricature version of Leon.

Leon, on the other hand, made Rosvitha’s giant dragon form.

After the couple finished, they looked at each other with smiles, their eyes filled with affection—

The clay sculpture shop owner was about to praise them for their skillful craftsmanship.

But this praise was choked back when they snapped the necks of the clay sculptures in their hands.

The marital relationship… wasn’t quite harmonious, the shop owner sighed, then said, “Even if you break them, you still have to pay the full price, you know.”

In the evening, they left the Sky City and headed to the last stop of their date:

The seaside.

It wasn’t far from the Sky City. After descending from above, they arrived in less than twenty minutes.

Near the Sky City, there are no wars, no conflicts, and no racial disputes.

Most of those who come here to relax are laid-back elderly dragons who are tired of fighting.

As the last stop of their date, it’s also quite nice.

The couple sat on a bench by the beach, with bags of various sizes placed beside them.

They gazed at the nearby beach, the sunset casting a golden hue on the sand, making it look like a floor of gold.

Several young dragons were barefoot, building sandcastles on the beach, while the adults strolled and chatted nearby.

Occasionally, seagulls flew over Leon and Rosvitha’s heads, accompanied by the slightly salty and cool sea breeze, making them feel refreshed and comfortable.

Leon sighed leisurely, relaxing his posture and leaning back on the bench.

The requirements given by Noia weren’t too demanding, mainly emphasizing a relaxed and natural atmosphere. So, this moment was probably the most relaxed time for them.

“Let’s talk about something. We can’t just stay here until night,” Rosvitha said.

“What do you want to talk about?”

“Let’s talk about…” Rosvitha smoothed her temple hair, “that female classmate you dreamed about.”

Leon gave her a speechless look. “I declare that the only female being I have any relationship with is you!”

“Tch!”

“Wait a minute, I think I understand…”

Leon sat up straight, seeming to realize something.

Rosvitha glanced at him. “What’s up?”

Leon squinted at her, sizing her up, and said softly, “Oh, someone seems to be a bit too concerned. Could it be… jealous—mmph!”

Rosvitha covered his mouth with her hand.

“Actually, you said even more sensational things that night. Do you want to hear them?” she teased.

“Mmph?”

Rosvitha chuckled, withdrew her hand, and stood up. “Guess.”

She was in no rush to reveal everything. Rosvitha put her hands in the pockets of their couple’s shirt and walked towards the beach.

Her silver high ponytail swayed behind her head, appearing lively and energetic.

Leon wanted to catch up and get some clarity.

Looking left and right, he didn’t see the two directors or the director’s assistant, Anna. But Leon believed they were watching nearby.

So, leaving the bags of clothes here temporarily, he didn’t worry about them being stolen.

With that in mind, Leon stood up and jogged towards Rosvitha.

He reached Rosvitha’s side and was about to speak, “What else did I say in the dream—”

“Shh~” Rosvitha put her index finger to her lips, not interested in discussing the half-hearted truths anymore.

She watched the other couples walking on the beach, all holding hands or linking arms.

Following her gaze, Leon quickly understood what she was thinking.

“A story’s perfection lies in its ending,” Rosvitha said leisurely, lifting her eyes to meet Leon’s gaze.

“So, dear Leo, dare to try holding the hand of the most incompatible Scorpio?” Rosvitha suggested with a half-joking tone.

Leon snorted lightly. “There’s nothing I’m afraid of.”

He reached out his arm and took Rosvitha’s hand, but this time, it wasn’t fingers interlocking.

Because Leon took the initiative to hold hands, their palms were facing each other, with his hand gently wrapping around Rosvitha’s.

Already quite proactive, adjusting to interlock their fingers might lead to some misunderstandings for this female dragon, wouldn’t it? Yeah, just holding hands like this is fine.

The couple walked hand in hand, taking slow steps on the beach.

Behind them, they left behind two lines of footprints and a tail print.

The grains of sand rubbed against the tip of the tail, tickling lightly; tightly holding the large, slightly cool palm, they felt completely safe.

The fortune teller named Aphu was right during the day—Rosvitha was someone lacking in security.

This had nothing to do with astrology.

It was inherent to her.

But what she didn’t expect was that, at this moment, she could actually walk hand in hand on the beach with a dragon slayer who was least likely to provide her with a sense of security.

This world is sometimes quite crazy.

Whoosh—

The waves surged to their feet.

“Oh, wait a moment.”

Rosvitha let go of Leon’s hand, bent down, took off her short boots, then rolled up her pants, revealing her round and delicate ankles.

“Phew, all set. Now I won’t worry about getting my shoes wet.”

Rosvitha held the short boots in her hand. “Do you want to take yours off too?”

Leon paused for a moment. “Oh, sure.”

He also took off his shoes, rolled up his pants, and held the other shoe in his hand.

“Alright, let’s go, let’s stroll some more.”

With that, Rosvitha naturally held Leon’s hand again with her free hand.

The waves surged again, submerging the ankles of the couple. It was refreshingly cool.

The sunset hung precariously on the horizon where the sea and sky met, marking the second time they enjoyed the sunset today.

The first time was at the theater, but it felt surreal. The atmosphere and environment couldn’t compare to the present moment.

However, such moments had to come to an end. Despite the relaxation of completing Noia’s task, there was a faint sense of loss for some reason.

The sound of the waves and the cries of seagulls surrounded them. Leon turned his head to look at Rosvitha. The sea breeze lifted her beautiful silver hair, revealing her delicate forehead.

They say bangs can enhance a person’s appearance, so the true face of a person is revealed when they don’t have bangs. But for Rosvitha, this saying didn’t seem to apply.

With or without bangs, she was always so beautiful. The sunlight on her profile made her features even more exquisite, especially her nose, perfectly straight.

“Why are you staring at me?” Rosvitha looked straight ahead.

Leon withdrew his gaze. “Just looking at the sun.”

The couple walked hand in hand, holding their shoes, stepping on the sand and waves, strolling in the sunset.

Not far away, in a parked carriage, two dragon ladies peeked out.

“Darn it, I should have spent more time looking for the camera this morning,” Noia said indignantly.

It’s such a pity to merely record this scene with words; capturing it in a photo would truly do justice to such an atmospheric moment.

“Huh? Sister, couldn’t you find the camera this morning?” Muen asked.

Noia shook her head. “I searched the storage room in Mom’s house several times, but couldn’t find it. Ah, what a pity, we can’t preserve this scene forever.”

“It’s actually not a pity at all.”

Anna walked up behind the two young dragon girls.

Noia and Muen turned around. “Why do you say that?”

Anna stood behind them, gazing at the couple playing in the distance. “His Majesty always says to me that a dragon’s life is too long. Every beautiful thing has its expiration day, the day it’s no longer loved. So, for her, the fleeting beauty holds even more nostalgic meaning.”

Noia and Muen nodded vaguely, not fully understanding the meaning of the statement, but it must be a good thing because Mom said it.

The two little ones turned their gaze back to the beach.

Mom and Dad had already plunged into the diving area and started a water fight.

As they played, Mom accidentally fell, teetering on the brink of falling into the water, but Dad promptly reached out and caught her waist.

They locked eyes, and then—

Anna covered their eyes.

“This part is not suitable for children to see.”

The head maid chuckled, watching the last rays of the sun disappear on Her Majesty’s figure.