Chapter 153: Don’t You Dare Get in Bed

“Mommy~”

Muen stood next to two snowballs, one big and one small, waving her little arms toward Rosvitha.

Rosvitha waved back, then glanced at Leon and Noia. Judging by the damaged practice dummy next to the father-daughter duo, they were probably teaching some offensive magic.

“When using magic, be careful not to hurt yourself, Noia.”

Rosvitha had no intention of interfering with Leon’s teaching of their eldest daughter; he had a knack for teaching children and didn’t need her to worry too much.

“Okay, Mommy.”

After Noia responded, she focused on gathering lightning-element magic in her hands.

Leon looked up at the silver-haired beauty, snowflakes falling on her head and shoulders as she stood straighter than a meticulously crafted porcelain doll, even more beautiful.

Rosvitha returned his gaze, but the couple didn’t say anything, just exchanged a quick glance. Rosvitha then withdrew her gaze and stepped over to Muen.

“Daddy teaches the big one, Mommy teaches the small one, fair division of labor.”

“Muen, making a snowman?” Rosvitha approached.

“Mhmm, Muen rolled out the body and head of the snowman, but… but Muen is too short to put them together.” Muen lifted her head, her big, shimmering eyes seeking help from her mother.

Rosvitha smiled. “Mommy will help you, okay?”

“Okay~”

Rosvitha nodded and bent down to lift the snowman’s head, but because her nearly four-month baby bump was starting to show, she had a bit of difficulty straightening up.

Seeing this, the little dragon girl hurriedly ran to the side, lifting her arms high to help Mom support the other side of the snowball, even tiptoeing, her tail seemed to be exerting effort too.

In the end, with the cooperation of the mother and daughter, the snowman’s head was perfectly stacked onto its body.

“Mommy is amazing!” Muen ran over, shaking Rosvitha’s wrist.

Rosvitha rubbed her head. “Muen is amazing too. The snowman’s face is bare now, let’s make its eyes, mouth, and so on.”

“Okay!”

Rosvitha had experienced over two hundred winters and had never built a snowman with anyone. Even in her own childhood, she had no interest in such games. When Isabella called her out to build snowmen or have snowball fights, she remained indifferent. She didn’t understand what sense of accomplishment there could be in rolling a pile of snow into a big ball and shaping it into a person.

For the Rosvitha of that time, it was better to spend time reading more books and practicing magic than to waste time on such things. Even in the first winter her two daughters experienced, she only stood aside and watched them play, never joining in.

But after spending so much time with Leon, she gradually dropped the “haughtiness” that a mother shouldn’t have. From initially having the sisters change “Mother Superior” to “Mommy,” to later taking family photos, attending school sports events, and helping Noia with her “Parental Love” essay, to now building a snowman with Muen.

She really changed a lot.

In the past, she would never have wholeheartedly engaged in these activities. She didn’t want to admit that it was Leon who changed her, but all the subtle changes began after he woke up.

Well, despite all the changes, only matters related to her daughters are influenced by Leon. As for her attitude toward prisoners of war, this queen won’t budge an inch.

Putting aside her wandering thoughts, suitable substitutes were found for the snowman’s eyes, mouth, and arms. Only a nose was missing.

Standing before the almost completed snowman, the little dragon girl scratched her snowflake-covered hair and said, “Muen can’t find a suitable twig for the nose.”

Rosvitha was about to say something when footsteps approached from behind. Turning around, it was Leon.

“Hey, that was quick to build.” Leon said as he looked at the snowman, his eyes falling on the snowman’s nose. “But how is it still missing a nose?”

“The twigs are too thin, they wouldn’t make a nice nose,” Muen explained.

Leon squatted down, pinching Muen’s soft little nose. “Then why not make a nose just like Muen’s?”

“But Mommy said if we do that, the snowman won’t have any character,” Muen replied.

Leon lifted Muen and walked over to Rosvitha. “How wouldn’t it have character? A small nose is adorable.”

“Adorable is Muen, it has nothing to do with the nose,” Rosvitha said lightly.

She had gradually forgotten what she had told Leon about “adorable being a pejorative term for dragons.” There was no way around it; Rosvitha couldn’t find a suitable adjective to describe her daughters, so she simply went along with Leon.

“The snowman should have a longer nose,” Rosvitha insisted.

Leon raised an eyebrow. “I think it should have a small nose.”

“A long nose.”

“Small nose.”

“Long nose!”

“OK, OK, long nose,” Leon didn’t argue with a pregnant woman. He glanced around. “But it seems like you haven’t found anything to use as a long nose.”

“Hmph, no need to look, I brought it with me before I came,” Rosvitha said. “I was just about to take it out when you walked over.”

Leon blinked, thinking Rosvitha was implying that he hadn’t been teaching Noia seriously and had come over here to join in the fun. He quickly explained, “Noia was practicing over there just fine, so I came over here to see you guys.”

Rosvitha shrugged. “That’s not what I meant. I meant you came at the right time.”

“The right time? What do you mean?”

With a smirk, the queen lowered her head and pulled out from the inside pocket of her cloak—a carrot. In the icy surroundings, this orange, stick-like devil was glaringly exposed in Leon’s line of sight. He instinctively took a half step back. “This is what you call a suitable nose?”

“Mhmm,” Rosvitha said proudly, turning around and sticking the carrot under the snowman’s eyes.

Surprisingly, it did look quite fitting.

“Very good, perfect,” Rosvitha was very satisfied.

“Hmph,” Leon grunted discontentedly.

Rosvitha turned to look at him. “What? You’re not satisfied? If you’re not, I have a carrot substitute here.”

“What is it?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Rosvitha pulled out an eggplant from her inner pocket.

Leon: “…I shouldn’t have asked.”

“Great~ Snowman’s done~”

Muen excitedly wagged her little tail, her tuft of hair on top of her head swaying from side to side.

Leon put her back on the ground and let her admire her snowman friend.

The couple stepped aside to speak quietly.

Leon glanced at Rosvitha’s swollen belly. “What if you… in this icy and snowy wilderness, you trip and fall?”

“Dragons hardly ever fall.” Rosvitha swayed her tail behind her. “Besides representing status and age, it also helps us maintain balance more effectively.”

Leon narrowed his eyes, assessing the silver long tail, silent for a moment, then nodded. “Hmm, it does have quite a few functions.”

“Hiss—idiot.”

Rosvitha instantly understood his meaning and muttered before immediately dropping her tail.

Leon chuckled lightly, crossed his arms, and asked, “Didn’t Anna and the others notice you sneaking out?”

In April, even if Rosvitha didn’t say anything, Anna and the others could tell that Her Majesty was pregnant.

Coupled with the cold winter season, as Leon said, in such icy and snowy conditions, it’s easy to slip and fall. So Anna and the other maids have been keeping a close eye on their queen these days, only allowing her to move around within the temple.

As for going out?

Ha, forget about it.

“Restricting the queen’s personal freedom” sounds like a pretty rebellious and overstepping act, and it might even cost someone their head.

But Rosvitha is not some incompetent tyrant. Her diligent servants genuinely have her well-being at heart, which is why they won’t let her roam freely. And if she were to turn around and scold them for it, wouldn’t that hurt their feelings too? So, for the past week, Rosvitha has been engaged in a battle of wits with her maid squad.

The queen may seem aloof and indifferent, but she’s actually quite rebellious. The moment her maids let their guard down even slightly, she slips out in a flash, and they can’t catch her. And as the queen’s husband, Leon naturally becomes an “accomplice” in this.

Of course, his “accomplice” status is involuntary because Rosvitha threatened him. If he dared to report her to Anna, she’d make Leon return to the days of doing homework every day. So, gritting his teeth for the sake of the magic he’s painstakingly saved up, Leon endures it.

Actually, as her confidant, he understands Rosvitha’s physical condition better than Anna. She really doesn’t need to stay holed up in the house every day; going out for a stroll is perfectly fine. But alas, Anna, as the head maid, is specifically concerned with the queen’s well-being and can’t afford even the slightest lapse.

“No, I slipped out through the side door; they didn’t see me,” Rosvitha paused, then added, “Even if they did, so what? I’m the queen; I don’t believe my head maid would dare lead a bunch of people to try to force me back.”

Leon opened his mouth to say something, but his gaze passed over Rosvitha’s shoulder, as if he saw something. However, he didn’t show any reaction and continued, “It sounds like you’re not afraid of your head maid at all.”

“What’s there to be afraid of? Even if she catches me and takes me back, I’ll still find a way to escape,” Rosvitha shrugged.

“Wow wow wow, so eager for the outside world, huh?” Leon teased.

“Oh, come on, I’m only four months pregnant, not about to give birth,” Rosvitha retorted. She knew her own body best, and she wasn’t wrong; it’s just that in the eyes of her dutiful maids, any potential risks to Her Majesty had to be eliminated.

Watching Rosvitha’s confident demeanor, Leon clapped slowly. “Truly the Silver Dragon Queen. So now that you’ve managed to sneak out without being caught, what do you plan to do next?”

Rosvitha pondered for a moment. “Hmm… maybe teach Muen some fire magic, or build another snowman? Snowball fights could be fun too.”

“If Anna finds out you’re planning to have this much fun, she’ll immediately drag you back,” Leon remarked.

Rosvitha waved her hand nonchalantly. “Well, she’s not here, so I—”

“Your Majesty,” a familiar voice suddenly sounded behind them.

Rosvitha’s hair stood on end. “…”

“Fire magic, building snowmen, snowball fights… which of these do you think a pregnant woman can do?” The head maid’s tone was full of resignation.

At this moment, Rosvitha had her back to Anna and faced Leon. She glared at the infuriating dragon slayer, gritting her teeth. “You dare twist my words!”

“I was just asking, not reporting you; it’s none of my business,” Leon quickly distanced himself from Rosvitha.

“You!”

“Your Majesty, please listen to me and come back with me. If you fall, it will be my negligence,” Anna said.

She had served His Majesty for decades and knew that he responded better to gentle persuasion rather than forceful demands.

Rosvitha glared fiercely at Leon again. From the emotions reflected in her dragon eyes, if Anna and Muen weren’t here, she might have directly pressed Leon into the snow.

Leon, on the other hand, looked innocent.

Come on, I really didn’t report you!

“Casmode, well done. If you have the guts, don’t come to bed tonight!”