Chapter 183: Are we talking about the same Constantine here?

After roughly understanding the information in each other’s hands and exchanging our thoughts, Leon brought up something very important.

This was what Rosvitha reminded him of a while back—Even though we’ve gone from living together to being apart, my stubborn and willful wife is still outputting!

“There’s one more thing, Master. Do you know the Crimson Flame Dragon King, Constantine?”

“Constantine? Yes, I do. He’s a very ancient dragon king, only existing in the crevices of historical documents. I never encountered his true self when I was young,” Teg said.

“It’s rumored that Constantine is an ancient hero of the dragon race, with immeasurable strength. The Dragon Slayer Corps of the past few generations have crossed swords with him a few times, but they’ve always come back empty-handed. He’s truly a formidable opponent.”

“Wow, is there really such a powerful dragon king?” Rebecca asked.

Teg nodded, “He’s revered as a hero of the dragon race because in the early stages of the war, he snatched countless territories from various foreign races for the dragon race. Not only humans but also other more mysterious races. It’s a pity I never had the chance to face such a powerful dragon king. I hope I get the opportunity to spar with him someday.”

Leon scratched his forehead and cleared his throat, “Master, you probably won’t get that chance anymore.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because I killed him…”

Teg: ??

Rebecca: ??

Alright, alright, the reunion of the two big B kings of the Dragon Slayer Corps is truly spectacular. Rebecca got so caught up in the drama that she forgot about the canned beef in her hand.

“Are we talking about the same Constantine, right?”

Teg didn’t doubt his disciple’s words, he just wanted to confirm again.

“Um… I think so?”

Leon said, “He was planning to invade the Silver Dragon Temple a while ago, and coincidentally, at that time… the situation was special. The Silver Dragon Clan couldn’t resist, so I intervened slightly…”

Smack—

Suddenly, Rebecca’s small hand slapped Leon’s shoulder, her lolita face filled with seriousness. “Captain, you actually lent a hand to help the Silver Dragon Clan. You really have betrayed the revolution, haven’t you!”

Leon silently covered his face. “It’s not… I said the situation was special, didn’t I? Do you think I wanted to?”

“What does ‘special situation’ mean?” Teg asked.

“It’s… uh…”

Leon’s gaze shifted uncomfortably, feeling like he was on pins and needles.

Rebecca was getting impatient beside him. “Come on, what is it?”

“It’s because… uh… at that time, the Silver Dragon Clan’s Third Princess was about to be born…”

“She was going to be born, so what? What’s it got to do with you, Captain? Why didn’t you just take the opportunity to eliminate her directly?” Rebecca said.

Teg squinted slightly, as if he had seen through everything. “Rebecca, your captain didn’t want to eliminate her.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“The Silver Dragon’s Third Princess… is his third daughter, right? Leon?”

“Daughter?! You had daughters with the Silver Dragon King?! And three?!”

Click—

Rebecca instantly pulled out a handgun from her waist and pointed it at Leon’s temple.

“Dad, step aside. I’ll clean up this traitor who colluded with foreign enemies with one shot!”

Teg remained calm. He knew Rebecca was joking. The gun in her hand wasn’t even loaded, and her index finger was far from the trigger.

Crazy as she may be, this girl still has some sense in her.

“Before we knock him out, maybe we should hear what he has to say first,” Teg said. “When the Silver Dragon King found me a year ago, he didn’t mention the details between you two.”

“Master… can we finish talking about Constantine before we talk about me and Rosvitha?”

“Constantine’s already dead, what’s the point of talking about him? You’re fresh with the Silver Dragon King. Hurry up, spill it, how did you two get together? Who pursued whom first?”

When Teg first met Rosvitha, to maintain his own dignity and aura, he restrained his curiosity and didn’t ask Rosvitha about her relationship with Leon. But now his disciple was back, they were all family, no need for pretense.

Time for some direct interrogation!

Leon glanced at his master, then at Rebecca, who seemed eager to spill the beans despite her facade of wanting to clean the house, and sighed inwardly. It seemed that unless he spilled the beans about that “regrettable” incident with Rosvitha, these two wouldn’t let him off easily.

“It should be… she pursued me first,” Leon said.

“Oh? My disciple has that kind of charm? Tell me, how did she pursue you?”

Leon replied straightforwardly, “By imprisoning me.”

Rebecca cheered, “Exciting!”

But being older, Master Teg naturally didn’t understand what “imprisonment” meant in the context of young people’s love lives. But he figured it must be… quite romantic?

A dragon king falls in love with a human, afraid of losing her, so he “imprisons” him.

Hmm… that’s probably how it should be understood, Teg thought.

“Before, when the Silver Dragon King met with me, he left behind a photo.”

As Teg spoke, he took out a folded photo from his pocket and unfolded it, revealing a family portrait of Leon’s family.

Curious, Rebecca leaned in to take a closer look. She also wanted to know how handsome this dragon king must be to make her dense, straight-laced captain swoon. Peering at the photo, Rebecca praised, “Wow, she’s really a beauty.”

Leon raised an eyebrow. “She actually gave you the photo?”

“Yeah. At first, I just thought it was already great that you were alive, regardless of whether you were missing limbs or had suffered some inhuman abuse. As long as you were alive, that was better than anything else.”

Teg looked at Leon in the photo, then his gaze fell on the two little dragon girls. Soon, a smile of contentment crept onto his lips.

“But I never expected you to live so well. Not only did you marry the Silver Dragon King, but you also had two such adorable daughters.”

Pausing for a moment, Master Teg muttered under his breath, “Looks like there’s really no reproductive isolation between humans and dragons…”

“But Captain, this girl without the bangs seems to have a bit of a temper,” Rebecca pointed at the photo of Noia.

“Oh… Noia had a little misunderstanding with me at that time, but it got cleared up later, and she still likes me.”

“Her name is Noia? What about this one?” Teg had kept this photo for a year but still didn’t know the names of his two adorable granddaughters.

“Muen, it means moon.”

“Oh, okay, good name.”

Leon pursed his lips, rubbed his hands together, and asked, “Master, can I see the photo?”

“Sure, here you go.”

Teg handed over the photo, and Leon took it, holding one corner of the photo and lowering his gaze, looking at it earnestly.

In the photo, he and Rosvitha formed a heart shape, with him using his hand and Rosvitha using her tail—a romantic gesture in the eyes of the photographer. But at the time, they had felt awkward and embarrassed.

However, looking back now, it did seem… very romantic. The union of human and dragon, expressing love in their own ways by forming a heart shape, was quite romantic indeed.

At that time, Rosvitha and Leon’s relationship wasn’t very harmonious. She had been finding all sorts of ways to make Leon uncomfortable, while Noia also had some misunderstandings with him, always giving him the cold shoulder. Only Muen would follow him around sweetly, calling him “Daddy.”

Though it had been a year ago, now recalling those scenes, they were still vivid. This photo marked the beginning of this “false” family, carrying Leon’s most precious memories.

Of course, he didn’t want those days to be just memories in the future. If possible, he wanted them to continue. What could be wrong with that?

Leon’s fingertips gently brushed over the faces of his two daughters in the photo, then slowly slid to Rosvitha’s face. With her silver hair and silver eyes, her exquisite beauty made her look like she had stepped out of a painting.

After gazing at her for a while, Leon smiled.

Seeing the captain’s strange expression, Rebecca quietly leaned over to Teg and asked in a low voice, “What’s wrong with him?”

“Don’t you understand? He’s reminiscing about the past,” Teg replied in a low voice.

Master Teg was indeed experienced and insightful, just as one would expect from a master.