Chapter 171: Unlocking Muen Attributes(part1)

Alcohol is a magical substance.

It can dilute sadness and also catalyze joy.

No wonder it’s a staple at various celebratory banquets to enhance the atmosphere.

Unfortunately, Leon is not good at drinking.

He can kill a dragon king several times his size with his bare hands, but a small glass of red wine can knock him out.

Beer is something he can barely handle, but just barely.

After a few rounds of drinks, the silver dragons’ sorrow either dissipated entirely or was vented recklessly before being forgotten.

As expected by Rosvitha, morale was gradually returning to normal.

Leon kept his head down, amusing his little daughter.

The father and daughter engaged in a one-sided, ineffective conversation.

“My dear daughter, what do you want to be called?”

“Uwaa… abaa abaa?”

“Hey, how much did your mom drink? Her body hasn’t fully recovered yet; she should rest more.”

“Uhm… ayayaya~”

“Your two sisters are over there having fun, but Dad is here with you. In the future, you should be more on Dad’s side, okay?”

“Ying~”

They each spoke their own language.

The baby couldn’t understand the adult’s words, and Leon couldn’t understand baby talk, but this didn’t dampen Leon’s enthusiasm for chatting with his little daughter.

After a while, the baby yawned, and her interactions with Leon decreased significantly.

The baby was sleepy.

Leon stood up and carried the little one back to Rosvitha’s bedroom. After making sure she was asleep, Leon left and returned to sit on the steps at the entrance of the temple.

The bonfire in the courtyard was still burning, and the evening banquet hadn’t ended yet. It looked like the dragon queen was going to drink a lot tonight.

Although there would be maids to escort her back if she drank too much, as the “husband” of the queen, it seemed appropriate for him to wait here for a while. This might make him and Rosvitha appear more “loving” in front of others and make the family seem more “warm.”

She had even changed her style of dressing to make this grand play more convincing, so how could Leon fall behind?

Anyway, it was just a matter of keeping up appearances and wouldn’t cost him anything.

Leon mused distractedly.

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed when he heard faint footsteps approaching.

Leon looked up in the direction of the sound.

It was Rosvitha.

She looked a bit tipsy, holding two cans of beer. Her steps were slightly unsteady but not to the point where she couldn’t walk.

Leon kept his eyes on her steps, worried that this clumsy dragon might trip over a step or a stone.

Only when she stood steadily in front of him did Leon shift his gaze from her feet to her face.

Her delicate and beautiful face had a faint blush, her silver eyes were half-open, and her ears were also red.

She had a contented smile on her lips, though it was unclear what she was enjoying.

Leon, sitting on the steps at the back door of the temple, found his line of sight level with hers.

This scene reminded Leon of three years ago when he was attacking the Silver Dragon Temple. After an insider betrayed him, he was captured and imprisoned by the Silver Dragons.

It was there that he first met Rosvitha.

At that time, she had also left a celebration banquet to see him, and she was similarly tipsy.

If she hadn’t been drunk back then, if she had been a bit more clear-headed, she probably wouldn’t have fallen for Leon’s blood enchantment trap.

Ah, fate plays tricks on us—no, on dragons, Leon thought to himself.

“Here,” she said, handing him a can of beer, interrupting his thoughts.

The liquid sloshed inside the can, making a soft, muffled sound.

Leon shook his head. “I don’t drink.”

“Then I’ll drink,” Rosvitha replied.

Leon knew that Rosvitha had a bit of a drinking habit.

However, it couldn’t really be called an addiction. As a queen, she faced immense pressure daily, and when she had no other way to relieve it, she turned to alcohol for solace.

During the ten months of her pregnancy, she hadn’t touched a drop, which had been quite a strain on her.

She opened the can of beer and then sat down on the step next to Leon, shoulder to shoulder.

A faint smell of alcohol wafted over, not unpleasant.

Rosvitha had very refined taste in alcohol. Even when it came to beer, she was meticulous in her selection, so the scent that clung to her was more of a pleasant aroma than a stench.

The silver-haired beauty took a hearty swig, then set the can down beside her.

Her sitting posture was different from Leon’s.

Leon sat on the step with his feet planted on the two steps below, a very standard, straight-man style of sitting.

Rosvitha, on the other hand, leaned back with her hands supporting her body, gazing slightly upward at the night sky. She stretched out her long legs straight, spanning several steps.

The couple sat very close, their shoulders brushing against each other now and then.

The evening breeze swept through the temple, gently tousling their hair.

The wind carried the sound of cicadas, and the night sky above was as beautiful as an unfolded painting.

“I think—” the queen suddenly said, her expression extremely serious, “the world is a giant eggplant.”

Leon glanced at her, speechless. “…How much have you had to drink?”

“If the world were an eggplant, what would you do?” She seemed very eager to continue this topic she had initiated.

Leon sighed and played along. “Then I would scatter some carrot pieces on the ground and make an eggplant and carrot stew.”

“Interesting! Are you a genius or what?!”

“Haha… Thank you for the compliment, Your Majesty.”

When Rosvitha heard the term “Your Majesty,” her smile visibly stiffened.

She awkwardly retracted her legs, rested her elbows on her knees, propped her chin up with both hands, pouted, and muttered, “Being a queen is no fun at all.”

“Mm? If it’s no fun, why do you take it so seriously? If you don’t like it, give the throne to me, and I’ll be the leader of the Silver Dragons. What do you think—”

“The throne!”

Rosvitha’s sudden outburst startled Leon.