Chapter 147: Don’t get too cozy, okay!

Actually, Leon had always been quite interested in this Crimson Flame Dragon King, Constantine.

He remembered reading about Constantine in the “Enlightening Tales of Young Dragons” that he had shared with Muen shortly after waking up.

Constantine was mentioned as a hero of the dragon race, who had contributed greatly to expanding their territory.

Then, when Isabella visited the Silver Dragon Temple to see Rosvitha, she mentioned Constantine as well, saying that he had been quite active lately, which was a sign of trouble brewing.

In the following days, Leon also came into contact with members of the Crimson Flame Dragon Clan, including Lal’s father, who was outnumbered by Noia.

During his vacation at Flowing Cloud Valley, he chatted with a newlywed couple, and the topic of Constantine came up. They mentioned that he had shifted from being “active” to inciting conflicts within the dragon clan.

Within the dragon community, Constantine seemed to be a prominent figure with a high level of visibility.

However, during the five years from Leon’s graduation from the Dragon Slayer Academy at the age of fifteen to his betrayal by a traitor during the attack on the Silver Dragon Temple at age twenty, he had never heard Constantine’s name mentioned.

Considering this, Constantine must have been a highly accomplished Dragon King who had not been active in dragon or human conflicts for quite some time.

Otherwise, Leon wouldn’t have been oblivious to his existence.

So why was he suddenly so aggressive and territorial in the past few months, almost as if he had taken some kind of stimulant?

As a former top Dragon Slayer, Leon harbored a deep-seated curiosity and impulsiveness when it came to engaging with Dragon Kings.

He yearned to confront different Dragon Kings in battle, seeking victory amidst life and death struggles.

Countless Dragon Kings had fallen by his hand in the past.

Unfortunately, the hero of yesteryears was now a devoted father, living a life focused on raising his children.

“We can only hear about Constantine from the mouths of dragon kings like Rosvitha and Isabella,” Rosvitha asked, “What’s going on with Constantine?”

“He has been actively expanding his territory recently. Until recently, it seems he has swallowed at least four small dragon tribes,” Isabella said.

“A few days ago, the leader of the Wind Dragon tribe wrote, saying Constantine’s next target might be her territory.”

Rosvitha frowned slightly, “The Wind Dragon tribe… that’s quite a powerful dragon tribe, not comparable to those small ones. Constantine’s appetite seems too big if he wants to take them down, doesn’t it?”

Isabella shrugged, took a sip of coffee, and said, “Constantine seems very confident in his own strength. He has been causing trouble on the borders of the Wind Dragon territory several times in a row, as if testing them.”

“The Wind Dragon King doesn’t dare to act rashly. Her territory happens to be mutually defensive with our Red Dragon Temple, so she invited me to Sky City to discuss how to deal with Constantine.”

Rosvitha’s mind stirred slightly, contemplating for a moment before replying, “If Constantine really starts a war against the Wind Dragon tribe, it will surely be larger in scale than the previous four tribes and even bloodier. If you get involved, it may be hard to get out, sister.”

Isabella finished her coffee, sighed softly, and looked at the empty cup with a few drops of light brown liquid left, “There’s no choice. Help must be given. If the Wind Dragon tribe falls, the next target might be my Red Dragon tribe.”

“Sister, should I send some Silver Dragon soldiers over to your side?” Rosvitha asked.

Isabella smiled and shook her head, “Not for now. It might startle the snake if we do that. Don’t worry too much, Little Rose.”

“Constantine has also experienced failures in conquest before. He may not dare to attack the Wind Dragon tribe with the support of my Red Dragon tribe.”

To Leon, wars within the dragon tribe were nothing rare.

Even among races naturally predisposed to war like the dragon race, internal conflicts exist, extending to humans, intelligent monsters, and even slimes.

In this world, every resource is finite, yet the desires of intelligent life are infinite. Under these boundless desires, limited resources become increasingly precious.

Between them lies a fragile string. When desires and resources become imbalanced, this string breaks, and war ensues.

When Leon was young, he seldom pondered the meaning of war. His master once said, “This world is like a vast and intricate machine, and we are merely screws within it—oh, lad, perhaps you’re equivalent to two screws, given your prowess in Dragon Slayer. But even so, all you need to do is what a screw ought to do.”

As for how this machine operates, how electricity is supplied, how gears mesh together, these are not your concerns.

And even if you were to ponder them, could you change anything? You cannot. So, just be a good screw, slaughter your dragons, and that’s what’s best for you.

As far as Leon could recall, it was the first time his master had spoken in such cryptic riddles, leaving one perplexed.

And just as Leon began to contemplate his master’s words in earnest, orders came from above: “Leon, fetch me that dragon king”; “Leon, take care of that dragon king”; and so on.

During the days of subjugating various dragon kings, Leon gradually began to grasp the superficial meaning behind his master’s words.

He’s just a brick in the Empire, ready to be moved wherever needed.

“Hiss—”

How did I end up thinking about this?

Leon clicked his tongue lightly. It wasn’t bothering him until now, but once he started, he couldn’t help but feel frustrated.

He had worked diligently for the Empire, killed more dragons than you’ve eaten donkeys, and yet he ended up being betrayed by some damn insider?

Could it be that my efficiency as a screw was too high, causing this machine to overload?

Ridiculous.

Leon closed his eyes, took a deep breath, trying to calm down. Rosvitha noticed a slight change in Leon’s mood. It seemed unrelated to the recent heavy topic.

“What’s wrong?” Rosvitha asked.

Leon rubbed his nose, “Nothing.”

He didn’t elaborate further, turning his gaze out the window. Rosvitha didn’t press further.

“Well, originally, I came to Sky City just to discuss strategies with the Wind Dragon King, but unexpectedly, I ran into you guys,” Isabella deftly changed the subject, perhaps feeling that the previous topic was too heavy.

“But if I hadn’t run into you guys, would you really have told me about the second child?” She smiled, looking at the two opposite her.

“Oh, come on, sis, didn’t Leon just say he would definitely tell you?” Rosvitha interjected playfully. “Right, Leon?”

“Huh? Oh… yeah.”

“Hmph, following the husband’s lead. Your relationship is much better than I thought,” Isabella remarked.

Indeed, their relationship was great. So great that they had been married for over two years and had just started living together yesterday.

But if even someone as intelligent as Isabella thought their marital bond was strong, it meant that Leon and Rosvitha were indeed playing their roles well. How did that saying go? “No feelings, just skills.” Yeah, it was all about skills (firmly convinced).

The sisters chatted about various other topics, and in the afternoon, they casually explored Sky City.

As an older sister, Isabella naturally cared a lot about her sister’s well-being, so she bought her some supplements not mentioned on the list.

When they passed by a prenatal yoga class, Isabella took the opportunity to sign her sister up.

“…Sis, can we skip the yoga?” Rosvitha pleaded.

“We can’t skip it. I heard that doing yoga during pregnancy is beneficial for the baby’s health,” Isabella insisted, handing the registration form to Rosvitha.

It said that yoga could start three months into pregnancy. But there was only one month left… Rosvitha had a hard time expressing her reluctance.

Seeing the mother dragon’s expression, Leon knew she was resistant to the idea. And if she resisted, Leon had something to say about it.

Snap—

Leon placed his hand on Rosvitha’s shoulder. “Sis, it’s all for you and the baby’s sake. You should attend the classes when the time comes.”

Rosvitha gripped the registration form, giving him a glare. Revenge for his earlier teasing, huh? Hmph, typical guy.

Rosvitha glanced at the registration form again and chuckled, “Alright, I’ll come. But it says here that pregnant women must be accompanied by their husbands. Honey, you’ll definitely come with me, won’t you?”

Her “honey” sounded so sweet. Could she just call him “honey” and forget the rest?

Leon clicked his tongue and replied, “Mmm, yes, I’ll come with you.”

“If you don’t want to, it’s okay, I can go by myself,” Rosvitha pretended to sound pitiful.

“…You’re pushing it.”

“Hone~y~”

“Alright, that’s enough from both of you,” Isabella intervened. If she didn’t stop them now, these two would probably end up flirting on the street forever.

Seriously, she came here to scold them, but how did she end up getting fed a mouthful of dog food?

However, what Isabella saw as flirting, Leon and Rosvitha regarded as merely teasing each other. So, don’t misunderstand, it was just playful banter.

After chatting for a while longer, the sisters said their goodbyes. Rosvitha carefully tucked away the registration form for the yoga class. “Well, let’s head back. We can make dinner for our daughters once we’re home.”

Leon weighed the jade dew dragon fruit in his hand. It had been quite a fruitful day.

He had acquired loot and endured teasing from his sister, feeling fulfilled.

He nodded, “Alright, let’s go home.”