Chapter 167: It’s Okay, Even the Small Ones Are Cute

For Leon, the amount of information he had at his disposal was extremely limited. He had no idea how Constantine had discovered his human identity, nor did he know where to start piecing it together.

It was like he had been given only a few fragmented descriptions and a riddle-like ending, and then asked to perfectly deduce an entire story from these scant clues. No matter how clever Leon was, this was an impossible task.

On the other hand, although Rosvitha had thought about the one-year agreement with Teg and the fact that Constantine had started to become active about a year ago, she couldn’t clearly connect these two events with a single thread.

Adding too many useless clues and speculations would only burden their thinking process. Rosvitha decided to sort things out on her own first before discussing them with Leon.

Leon, meanwhile, didn’t dwell too much on this unsolvable mystery. Indeed, he was someone who liked to think and research, but he wasn’t inclined to ponder over Constantine’s enigmatic behavior. Had he known this would happen, he would have left Constantine barely alive to ask some questions before finishing him off. But since things had already come to this point, he might as well move forward.

Leon sighed and turned to look at Rosvitha. “What’s for dinner?”

The queen was taken aback. “Jumping straight from your human identity being exposed to dinner plans—isn’t that quite a leap?”

“Man cannot live on thoughts alone; food gives us the strength to solve riddles, doesn’t it?” Leon replied righteously.

“Besides, I’ve gone over ten hours without eating since we killed Constantine in the early hours of yesterday morning. Is this how you Silver Dragons treat your saviors?”

Rosvitha rolled her eyes at him.

Alright, alright, you have merit, you’ve worked hard. This queen knows right from wrong and won’t argue with you.

“What do you want to eat?”

“Dragon meat.”

Rosvitha was speechless. She knew Leon was intentionally provoking her.

During the ten months of her pregnancy, this scoundrel of a man had restrained himself, diligently playing the role of a responsible “husband,” trying his best to fulfill all of Rosvitha’s needs. He almost never argued with her.

Now that their little daughter had been born safely, he finally had the freedom to speak his mind.

But even though they hadn’t bickered for so long, Rosvitha hadn’t lost her sharp tongue. She calmly replied, “Heh… Constantine was so big, he should last you a year. Go ahead.”

“I don’t eat dead meat.”

“Oh, now you’re picky.”

Annoyed, Rosvitha thrust her tail right up to Leon’s mouth.

“Here’s some live dragon meat. Go ahead, eat it. Eat it! Why aren’t you—ah!!! You jerk, you actually bit me?!”

“You put it right in front of my mouth. Wouldn’t it be rude not to take a bite?”

“Casmode!!! I’m going to kill you!!!”

Their second baby watched with wide eyes, thinking: Amazing, just born and already witnessing such a spectacular show. Worth the ticket price.

…

A few days later in the morning, the weather was clear. Rosvitha decided to take her little daughter out to enjoy the sunshine.

Compared to human babies, dragon hatchlings were more adaptable to their environment. Even though she had just been born, she could still be taken out for a walk to get some fresh air.

This was the little one’s first time leaving Rosvitha’s bedroom, and her big eyes were full of curiosity about this new world.

The couple arrived at a bench in the backyard and sat down side by side. Their little daughter lay back on Rosvitha’s lap, her tender little hand gently playing with Rosvitha’s hair. Her lively eyes glanced at her mom, then at her dad, before emitting a baby’s coo.

Leon couldn’t understand baby talk, but judging by their second baby’s expression, she seemed quite happy?

“By the way, how long does it take for her to start talking?” Leon asked.

“Dragon hatchlings can start talking after about two months,” Rosvitha paused, then added, “Noia called me ‘mommy’ when she was about a month old.”

What a precocious princess, curling up like a queen at just over a month old, huh?

Rosvitha cradled her little daughter and then looked up at Leon. “How about human babies? How long does it take for them to start talking?”

“The books say eight to twelve months.”

The reason it’s “what the books say” is because Leon has never been a human baby’s caregiver from scratch, so he can only rely on some popular science books to understand.

Rosvitha smirked triumphantly. “Humans are so dumb. What about you? You’re such a genius, did you start talking right after birth?”

To this mother dragon’s teasing, Leon retorted confidently, “Wrong, I started slaying dragons right after birth.”

“Tch, idiot.”

As they bantered, they heard hurried little footsteps nearby. The couple looked over and saw Noia and Muen.

“Good morning, Mommy and Daddy.”

“Good morning, Daddy! Good morning, Mommy!”

After greeting them, Muen agilely leaped onto Leon’s legs with a “dragon leg kick.”

She was Daddy’s little cotton-padded jacket, and Daddy was her real leather seat. The father and daughter duo were all about keeping each other warm.

Noia, on the other hand, moved closer to Rosvitha to take a look at her new little sister. The baby could already open her eyes, which were a light pink color, quite different from Mommy, Daddy, Muen, and even Noia herself. It seemed Auntie’s genes were indeed quite strong. With Mom and Dad vying over names, Auntie ended up with a bargain.

“By the way, Daddy, Mommy, have you decided on a name for the little sister?” Noia asked.

Rosvitha shook her head. “Not yet. It’s not urgent. Your and Muen’s names were decided over a month after birth.”

Noia nodded lightly. “Oh.”

After chatting about the baby for a bit, Noia also sat down on the bench, next to Leon. “Daddy, I’ve already mastered the Thunder Thrust you taught me last winter vacation. I want to learn something else.”

Learning magic wasn’t something simple. It’s common for it to take three to five years to master a type of magic.

Moreover, Noia was just over two years old, and it wasn’t something achievable just by “rolling up.” Talent was equally important.

And now, she probably brought this up because she had witnessed firsthand what Daddy looked like at his peak during Constantine’s invasion a few days ago.

With Thunder Thrust in both hands, he entered the enemy group like entering an empty space. Just calling him “cool” wouldn’t be enough to describe Daddy anymore. So, since Daddy was already so cool, teaching her one more move would make him even cooler!

“So Noia, what else would you like to learn?” Leon asked.

“Well… the last move you used to defeat Constantine a few days ago,” Noia paused, thinking of a fitting description. “The Hand-Rubbed Holy Sword!”

Leon recalled it—Hand-Rubbed Holy Sword? Oh, his eldest daughter must be referring to “Thunder Sword Transformation.”

This move wasn’t particularly difficult to learn and was only a B-level spell in the human system. All one needed was a good grasp of condensing and shaping thunder elements. As for the final effect, it depended entirely on the user’s own strength.

For example, in the hands of an average person, this B-level magic might just serve as a temporary weapon. But in Leon’s hands, its power and effect were enough to kill the Crimson Flame Dragon King. Since his obedient daughter wanted to learn it, there was naturally no problem.

However, the issue was… that night, in order to quickly take down Constantine, Leon had depleted all the blue bars he had painstakingly saved up over the past year.

These days, he had been busy taking care of his little daughter and hadn’t had time to refine and store magic power. After a slight hesitation, Leon thought it might be better to teach Noia this move in a few days.

But just as he was about to speak, Rosvitha beside him said, “Noia, Daddy’s been quite tired these days. How about we wait a little longer before he teaches you?”

Noia blinked, showing her understanding. “Okay, Daddy’s health is the most important.”

Leon looked slightly surprised at the mother dragon. Was the sun rising from the west today? She was actually speaking up for him?

But before Leon could feel touched, Rosvitha continued, “However, Daddy can give you a demonstration, right, dear?” She looked at Leon, her eyes full of playful meaning.

Leon squinted at her, annoyed. How did this mother dragon always seem to know something? But Leon was certain he had never told Rosvitha about his inability to condense magic power. Ugh, why do you dragons always say things I can’t understand?

“Really? Daddy, demonstrating it would be great!” Noia’s eyes sparkled.

“Yay! Muen also wants to see Daddy’s Hand-Rubbed Holy Sword! So cool!” Muen chimed in, joining the excitement.

Rosvitha smiled slyly at Leon. “Both daughters want to see it, dear. Just give them a casual demonstration.”

Leon felt like he was caught in a difficult situation. He had been pushed into the fire pit by this mother dragon, so he had no choice but to try it out. He just hoped it wouldn’t be too embarrassing.

“Okay, Daddy will demonstrate it for you.”

With that, Leon stood up, took a step back, and clasped his hands together, channeling his magic. Threads of electricity flickered between his palms.

Slowly, he opened his hands, and a flash of lightning condensed into the shape of a sword in his palm—the B-level Thunder Sword Transformation.

With a low grunt, Leon passed the formed lightning sword to Noia. “There you go, for you.”

Noia stared at the lightning sword in front of her, unable to help but swallow. “Daddy, I wanted a lightning sword, not a toothpick.”

Yes, after depleting his blue bars, our great dragon slayer, Casmode, had swiftly fallen from the level of slaying Constantine with a single sword to sweating profusely while making a “lightning toothpick.”

Noia awkwardly took the lightning toothpick and examined it carefully in front of her little nose, trying to discern some details. But it was even smaller than a spark from her Thunder Thrust, barely visible!

Leon cleared his throat awkwardly, about to explain.

But Rosvitha beat him to it again. The queen stood up, placing the little baby on the bench. Then she walked over to Leon, her right hand gently resting on his arm. With a tender gaze in her eyes, she softly said, “It’s okay, dear.”

Leon pursed his lips, cautiously watching her mouth. Experience told him that whatever this mother dragon said next would be explosive.

“Even the small ones are cute, you know~”

“…”

Cursed mother dragon, one day I’ll show you what ‘big’ really means!