Chapter 170: Looking at the entire Dragon Clan, it was quite lively

Rosvitha deliberately applied exquisite makeup and put on a beautiful dress. Besides what she just mentioned to Leon about wanting to change her style after giving birth to her second child, there was also tonight’s banquet.

It had been a week since they defeated Constantine. The maid corps and the guard team had also recovered almost completely. According to Dragon Clan tradition, they needed to commemorate their fallen kin in every post-war ceremony.

Of course, while mourning their comrades, they would also celebrate the hard-won victory.

“It seems like your Silver Dragon Clan rarely hosts such banquets, a bit dull compared to other Dragon Clans, who celebrate lavishly at every festival,” Leon said.

“I remember many years ago, our unit received an order for a night raid. When we charged up, that Dragon Clan was still partying for the ‘100th Day of Repelling the Imperial Dragon Slayer Corps’.”

Rosvitha chuckled, “Yeah, we Silver Dragons don’t like those flashy things. The last time we held such a large banquet was three years ago.”

Leon raised an eyebrow, asking with interest, “Three years ago? Was it to commemorate something?”

Rosvitha narrowed her eyes with a smirk, “To commemorate the day we defeated the Empire’s strongest dragon slayer, Leon Casmode, and successfully captured him.”

“…”

Rosvitha’s lips curled with amusement as she leisurely approached, patting Leon’s shoulder, “You’re really lucky, husband. The protagonist of two consecutive large banquets in the Silver Dragon Clan is you. You’re quite a sensation throughout the entire Dragon Clan.”

Leon swatted away her hand impatiently, then grabbed his coat from the hanger and strode toward the door.

Rosvitha watched his retreating figure, “Where are you going?”

“Taking care of the kids!”

“Don’t play too late, my lord. You still have to attend the banquet tonight, Prince~”

Bang—

The only response to her was the sound of the door being slammed shut angrily.

Rosvitha crossed her arms, gazing at the empty foyer, still able to hear footsteps echoing in the corridor. She remembered the disgruntled look on that blasted man’s face just now.

It was like a pufferfish after eating dynamite.

She chuckled, inexplicably thinking of the word “cute.”

But the next moment, the queen’s smile froze instantly.

Cute?

How could she ever think Leon was cute?

No no no, impossible.

“Cute” here was… derogatory!

Yes, for the Dragon Clan, “cute” was a derogatory term.

So, she found absolutely nothing cute about Leon.

After finding a good excuse for her inexplicable thought, Rosvitha breathed a sigh of relief.

She patted her cheeks, adjusted her mood, and in just a second, regained her usual lofty and arrogant queen demeanor.

Rosvitha picked out the outerwear for her dress, adorned herself with some small accessories only worn on formal occasions, and after getting ready, she stepped out of the room.

Returning to duty just seven days after childbirth, giving the maids a little shock with her workaholic attitude!

Charge!

…

At eight o’clock in the evening, the banquet started right on time.

Anna, the head maid who was almost fully recovered, was in charge of the entire banquet’s schedule. Actually, she hadn’t expected Her Majesty to resume the daily work of the Silver Dragon Temple just one week after giving birth.

She asked Her Majesty why she didn’t take more time to rest. Although she herself was injured, she could still handle the work on behalf of Her Majesty without any problems.

Rosvitha said that despite the recent victory, we still lost some of our kin, and some of the soldiers were also feeling low. As the Queen of the Silver Dragons, it was her duty to boost the morale of her people and get the Silver Dragon Clan back on track as soon as possible.

Anna understood her and didn’t ask any further.

Her Majesty was still the same, serious, responsible, diligent. After decades on the throne, her enthusiasm and attitude remained undiminished.

After the banquet began, the first thing was to express condolences to the Silver Dragon warriors who sacrificed their lives in this defensive battle.

The way Dragons mourned their kin was quite ceremonial. They would write the names of the fallen on small objects resembling talismans, then place them into specially crafted lamps called “Soul Guiding Lamps.”

When the flame in the lamp ignited, the lamp would slowly expand and rise into the sky, drifting away into the distance. The flame in the lamp would extinguish after reaching a certain height, preventing forest fires or any other dangers.

Releasing the Soul Guiding Lamps symbolized that the souls of the fallen would forever soar freely in the sky.

Tonight, the Silver Dragon Clan released a total of two hundred and thirty-four Soul Guiding Lamps, representing the two hundred and thirty-four warriors the Silver Dragon Clan lost in the battle against Constantine.

Compared to the humans who relied on overwhelming numbers and luck, the Dragons, who focused on “quality,” didn’t have a large population, so two hundred and thirty-four was not a small number.

By the bonfire in the courtyard, two hundred and thirty-four Soul Guiding Lamps were released one by one, illuminating the night sky.

At the banquet, some of the Silver Dragon Clan members quietly sobbed, discreetly wiping away tears, not allowing their grief to spread. Others shouted the names of their former comrades and close friends toward the Soul Guiding Lamps in the sky, telling them to live freely in the other world.

Once the emotions of the clan members had somewhat subsided, Rosvitha, as the queen, stepped onto the lectern to begin her address. It was mostly words of encouragement for the future, urging them not to despair and to carry on with the belief of the fallen.

However, she wasn’t particularly skilled at such rallying speeches, and speaking in front of so many dragons always brought back some unpleasant memories of her past. So, after starting off, she let Anna take the stage to continue the speech.

Anna was quite familiar with such tasks. After the speeches, everyone chatted and reminisced as appropriate. The banquet continued in its orderly fashion.

Leon wasn’t very interested in the Silver Dragon Clan’s celebration. He sat on the steps at the entrance of the temple the whole time, holding his little daughter, silently watching as they lit lamps, gave speeches, and shed tears or laughter.

Just now, Shirley came to find him and asked if the prince wanted to say a few words as well. After all, defeating Constantine this time was a significant contribution, making the prince a great hero of the Silver Dragon Clan.

Every word was praising Leon, but the more he heard, the more uncomfortable he felt.

“How did I, a human hero, become your Silver Dragon hero in just three years?” Leon thought sarcastically.

However, he replied honestly, saying he wasn’t very good at giving speeches, so they could handle it themselves, and he would just take the little princess back to bed later.

Shirley nodded understandingly and didn’t insist.

However, Shirley couldn’t help but feel a little sigh of admiration in her heart. It’s no wonder both Her Majesty the Queen and the prince, being a couple, are not good at speeches and prefer to keep a low profile. Ah, is this the mindset of the strong? It’s worth learning!

After Shirley left, Leon continued to sit there. The second baby was still lively, showing no signs of sleepiness at all.

Every now and then, she would pinch Leon’s collar and vigorously punch her father’s chin with her little pink fist. Suddenly, she even managed to hurt him.

He lowered his head, pinching his daughter’s small fist. “Baby, you’re really something. Constantine didn’t manage to hurt your old man, but you did. You’re much more powerful than Constantine.”

The baby babbled, incomprehensible.

Leon pinched the baby’s nose, then continued to look up at the Silver Dragons’ banquet.

After the mourning, drinking was inevitable at the banquet. Although Rosvitha wasn’t good at speeches, she was quite good at drinking.

Normally, human women couldn’t drink alcohol within a few months after childbirth because it would affect the nutritional content of breast milk.

However, Leon had read in Dragon pregnancy literature that postpartum female Dragons didn’t secrete breast milk like human women, which meant that newborn dragon girls needed to drink other types of milk to supplement their nutrition.

At first, he was a bit worried about the lack of breast milk affecting the nutrition of his daughter.

But thinking about Noia and Muen’s lively and energetic appearances, Leon dismissed this concern. So, Rosvitha drinking alcohol seven days after giving birth wouldn’t affect her or the health of their daughter.

Leon watched Rosvitha, sitting by the bonfire, drinking with the maids, her face illuminated by the firelight and her smile seemingly carefree as she accepted each toast. It looked like a relaxed and pleasant scene.

However, having spent so much time together, Leon now understood Rosvitha better than before. He was quite certain that her current smile and apparent ease were deliberately put on. In reality, she was… very tired.

“Is this also part of your job… you silly Dragon?”

Leon lowered his head, pinching his daughter’s cheek.

“Don’t follow mommy’s footsteps in this regard. You should balance work and rest, don’t become a workaholic, or else daddy will worry about you~”