Chapter 155: It’s okay to raise a fetus, but not to grow meat

The next morning, Rosvitha stood on the balcony, looking out towards the backyard of the temple. Noia and Muen, the two sisters, were there playing in the snow with the maids, their faces lit up with innocent joy. Meanwhile, the queen, confined to her chambers, could only watch silently.

Sigh.

In the past, when others dragged her to play in the snow, she had disdainfully refused; now that she wanted to play herself, she couldn’t even step out of the temple’s gates.

Damn it, everything was Leon Casmode’s fault. If it weren’t for him, she wouldn’t be pregnant; if she weren’t pregnant, she wouldn’t be confined to the temple by the maid-in-charge during this beautiful winter, nurturing her unborn child.

Rosvitha thought indignantly, if she ever got out one day, she would definitely build a snowman named Leon, pile it up high, give it a good kick, and then stomp it to bits!

Ah, just the thought of it felt satisfying.

Rosvitha closed her eyes and imagined the scene, feeling a bit better instantly. But speaking of Leon, she hadn’t seen him all morning. Where had he gone and what devious tricks was he scheming now?

Just as she was thinking, there was a noise at the door. The footsteps sounded a bit mixed, indicating there were probably three people.

Rosvitha stepped towards the door, and indeed, besides Leon and Anna, there was another member of the maid team. Her name was Milan, also a gentle and considerate girl.

Before Rosvitha could ask what they were up to, she saw Anna approaching with a registration form, her expression showing some self-blame.

“Your Majesty, it turns out you’ve always wanted to do yoga. It was my oversight for not considering your needs,” Anna said.

Rosvitha blinked in surprise. “When did I ever want to do yoga?”

“Huh? Your Majesty doesn’t remember? When you and the prince went to Sky City recently, didn’t you sign up for a prenatal yoga class?”

Anna handed over the registration form for the yoga class.

“I looked at the registration date, and it seems you signed up when you were just two months pregnant, Your Majesty.”

“Ah…yes…but this—”

“It seems the prince wasn’t wrong after all. Couples really understand each other the best.”

Anna’s tone carried a hint of envy mixed with the frustration of being a maid. No matter how concerned or worried she was about Her Majesty, it couldn’t compare to the closeness Her Majesty shared with her partner.

Rosvitha squinted slightly, pondering Anna’s remark about the prince not being wrong. What nonsense was this man spouting again?

She glanced sideways at Leon, the Dragon Slayer, who stood with his arms crossed, wearing a nonchalant expression as if he found the whole situation amusing.

Alright, Casmode, is this your way of admitting you’ve been up to something? Well, tonight I’ll shut that foul mouth of yours!

“After Your Majesty began nurturing the heir, all major affairs of the Silver Dragon Clan were delegated to me,” Anna continued.

“The prince mentioned to me this morning that Your Majesty might worry about me being overwhelmed, so he didn’t mention the yoga practice. However, Your Majesty, no matter how busy I am, I would never neglect your needs. You can always bring them up.”

“Today, when the prince told me about the yoga practice, I immediately thought of Milan. Before joining the maid team, she had many years of yoga experience and can perfectly meet Your Majesty’s needs.”

“The journey to Sky City is not short, especially in the cold winter season. Anna believes that learning at home could also be a good option.”

In some more private matters, Anna definitely didn’t understand Her Majesty as well as Leon, her so-called “husband”.

However, if given a task, she would undoubtedly carry it out meticulously, leaving no room for criticism. That’s why she stood out among the excellent maids and became the head maid.

The maid named Milan also stepped forward, kneeling and bowing in standard etiquette. “It’s an honor for Milan to learn yoga with Your Majesty.”

“So, Your Majesty, what do you think?” Anna asked.

What do I think? Do I even need to think about it? Even with my knee, I can guess this is all a ploy orchestrated by that dog of a man, Leon, just to mess with me.

Of course, Rosvitha also understood Leon’s reason for wanting to tease her. It must be because in recent days, she had been bossing him around and tormenting him under the guise of being pregnant, so he wanted to get back at her.

But Leon also had his limits. Ordinary revenge tactics couldn’t be used on a pregnant woman, so he came up with this maneuver that could both advance and retreat smoothly.

Advance could be spun as “I’m doing this for your own good, my dear wife!” while retreat could be “Oh no, my dear wife, you don’t understand my love for you!”

Just endure this cohabitation quietly, one day at a time.

At first, Rosvitha had intended to refuse Anna’s suggestion. But then she realized that if she rejected this yoga teaching, her life of nurturing her unborn child in confinement would become nothing but “eat, sleep, repeat.”

Being so lazy would definitely lead to gaining extra weight. Rosvitha recalled the awkward joke her weight played on her right after giving birth to Noia and Muen.

Even though the maids thought the slightly plump queen was perfectly charming, even more so than before she conceived the two little princesses, it was only because the extra weight wasn’t on them, so they naturally didn’t mind. It took her a lot of effort to get back to her current figure after pregnancy.

Rosvitha didn’t want to go through that again. So…this time, she would just go along with Leon. Practice yoga and maintain her figure!

“Alright, thank you for your hard work, Anna,” Rosvitha said.

“Not at all, Your Majesty. Feel free to let me know if you have any needs in the future,” Anna replied.

“Alright, I will,” Rosvitha nodded.

“I won’t disturb Your Majesty and the prince any longer. Milan, you arrange the class time with Her Majesty and make sure there are no mistakes,” Anna instructed.

“Yes, Head Maid,” Milan nodded.

With her instructions given, Anna left with a sense of relief. Leon, having achieved his goal, obediently sat aside, becoming a bystander.

Rosvitha glared at him, but with others present, she refrained from engaging in banter. It might even be misinterpreted by Milan as flirting. She’d wait until they were alone to interrogate her captive.

Rosvitha shifted her gaze to Milan beside her. “Shall we start now?” she asked.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Milan replied.

With that, Milan went to the door and returned carrying two yoga mats in her arms—one black and one blue.

“Prepared quite thoroughly,” Rosvitha remarked as Milan laid out the yoga mats. She then looked up with a smile and asked, “Your Majesty, which color do you prefer?”

“Black,” she replied decisively. She did indeed like black. Leon knew that too. During the compatibility exercises for Noia’s entrance test at the St. Hys Academy, they had looked at each other’s hair colors and said “silver” and “black.” Of course, that didn’t mean anything—at least that’s what Leon and Rosvitha had always believed.

After choosing the mats, Milan inquired further, “Your Majesty, do you have any tight and breathable pants?”

“Oh, yes, I’ll change into them.” Rosvitha opened her wardrobe and retrieved a sports tank top along with yoga-appropriate pants.

Once changed, she tied her silver hair into a ponytail, letting it sway behind her head. Her enticing long legs were hugged by the snug pants, drawing attention, and the slightly protruding pregnant belly didn’t detract from her overall beauty. Her curves were still evident, accentuated by the outfit.

Unlike her athletic appearance during training for the school sports festival, this version of Rosvitha exuded a bit more sensuality. Leon silently observed.

Usually, he could nitpick various flaws and imperfections, but when it came to her figure and appearance, he had nothing to say. In this regard, the couple was quite similar. After all, Rosvitha had once remarked upon seeing Leon in the dungeon, “What a handsome man.”

Case closed, it seems both spouses are into looks. Leon averted his gaze, looking elsewhere. He wasn’t keen on dwelling too much on Rosvitha’s virtues.

The yoga class began.

Leon secretly breathed a sigh of relief, finally, you have something to occupy yourself with, no more bothering me~