Chapter 175

Leon blinked and nodded. "That makes sense. So should I stop working out, let my beer belly grow, and then spend half an hour a day in a white tank top, smoking cheap cigarettes, holding a newspaper, and squatting in the toilet?"

"You can describe middle-aged greasy men in such detail, have you had any personal experience with them?"

"I'm only twenty-three years old. I don't look like a man who has experienced a midlife crisis, do I?"

"Heh... I advise you that you're just saying that casually. As my prisoner, you have an obligation to maintain a good figure and physical fitness."

"Since when have prisoners of war been obligated to do this?"

"The other prisoners have all been executed, so why do you think I haven't executed you yet?"

"Because you can't bear to part with it."

"No, I want you to be my prisoner for life, and never be able to escape."

"How did we go from talking about clothes and appearance to the topic of being a lifelong captive?"

After exchanging a few words, the couple simultaneously fell silent and gazed at each other quietly.

Their black and silver eyes met for a long time, and finally, the couple laughed at the same time.

Their family may be fabricated or fake, but the unique understanding and harmony between the couple is real.

However, they felt that this was simply the kind of understanding that rivals should have of each other.

But whether they are sworn enemies or destiny, who can say for sure?

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Losweiser had put on exquisite makeup and worn a beautiful dress, partly because she wanted to change her style after giving birth to her second child, as she had just told Leon, and also because of tonight's banquet. 6.

A week had passed since the victory over Constantine, and the maids and Guard corps had almost fully recovered. According to Dragon Race tradition, they held a memorial service after each battle for their fallen kin.

Of course, while remembering our fallen comrades, we will also celebrate this hard-won victory. (2)

"Your Silver Dragon Clan seems to rarely hold banquets like this. It's a bit quiet, unlike other Dragon Race that celebrate lavishly on every festival."

Leon said, "I remember many years ago, our unit received orders for a night raid, and when we rushed in, the Dragon Race were still having a party to commemorate the 100th day since we defeated the Empire's Dragon Slayer Army." (3)

Losweiser chuckled. "Yes, we Silver Dragons don't like all that fancy stuff. 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 some anniversary?"

Losweiser smiled, her eyes narrowing. "To commemorate the day we defeated Leon Casmod, the Empire's strongest Dragon Slayer, and successfully captured him."

"..."a

Losweiser, a smile playing on her lips, slowly walked forward, patted Leon on the shoulder, and...

"You're so lucky, husband. You've been the star of two consecutive grand banquets of the Silver Dragon Clan. That's quite an amazing achievement in the entire Dragon Race." (Shi)

Leon slapped her hand away impatiently, grabbed his coat from the hanger, and strode towards the door.

Losweiser watched his retreating figure. "Where are you going?"

"Taking care of the kids!"

"Don't stay out too late, Your Prince. You have a banquet to attend tonight."

Bang!

Her response was an angry slam of the door shut.

Losweiser stood with her arms crossed, staring at the empty entryway, the sound of footsteps echoing down the hallway still audible.

Thinking back to how angry that scoundrel looked just now.

It's like a pufferfish that's eaten dynamite.

She smiled, and the word "cute" inexplicably popped into her mind.

But the next second, the Queen's smile froze.

Cute?

How could she possibly find Leon cute?

No, no, no, that's impossible.

The word "cute" here is... a derogatory term!

Yes, that's right. For Dragon Race, "cute" is a derogatory term.

Therefore, there's absolutely nothing wrong with her finding Leon adorable.

After finding a convenient excuse for her inexplicable thoughts, Losweiser breathed a sigh of relief.

She patted her cheeks, adjusted her mood, and instantly regained her usual aloof and arrogant Queen- like demeanor.

Losweiser chose the outerwear for her dress and put on some small pieces of jewelry that she would only wear on formal occasions. After getting ready, she stepped out of the room.

She returned to work just seven days after giving birth, giving the maids a little shock of being a workaholic!

Go go go!

The banquet started promptly at 8 p. m.

Head Maid Anna had almost fully recovered, was in charge of coordinating the entire banquet.

In fact, she did not expect that His Your Majesty would resume the daily work of the Silver Dragon Sanctuary only one week after giving birth.

She asked His Your Majesty why he didn't rest a little longer, because although she was injured, she could still handle the work on His Your Majesty's behalf.

Losweiser said that although we won a battle a few days ago, we still lost some of our people, and some of our soldiers are also somewhat demoralized. As the Silver Dragon Queen, I have a duty to boost the morale of my people and get the Silver Dragon Clan back on track as soon as possible.

Anna understood her, so she didn't ask any more questions.

His Your Majesty is still the same His Your Majesty, conscientious and responsible, diligent and hardworking. Having reigned on the throne for decades, his enthusiasm and attitude remain as strong as ever.

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

The way the Dragon Race mourn their compatriots is very ritualistic.

They would write the victim's name on a small, amulet-like object and then place it in a specially made lamp called a 'Spirit Guiding Lamp'.

As the flame in the Spirit Guiding Lamp illuminates, the lamp body slowly expands and then gently rises into the air, drifting into the distance. The flame inside the lamp will extinguish after rising to a certain height, preventing any forest fires or similar incidents.

Releasing Spirit Guiding Lamp symbolizes that the souls of the victims will forever soar freely in the sky.

Tonight, the Silver Dragon Clan released a total of 234 Spirit Guiding Lamp, representing the loss of the Silver Dragon Clan warriors in the Battle of Constantine.

Compared to humans who rely on sheer numbers and card draws, the Dragon Race, which focuses on 'quality', is relatively few in number; 234 is not a small number.

Beside the bonfire in the courtyard, 234 Spirit Guiding Lamp were released one by one, illuminating the night sky.

Some of the Silver Dragon Clan members at the banquet sobbed softly, quietly wiping away their tears, trying not to let their sadness spread.

Some called out the names of their former comrades and best friends to the Spirit Guiding Lamp in the sky, telling them to live a carefree life in the other world.

Once the people's emotions had calmed down a bit, Queen Losweiser walked onto the podium and began to deliver her speech.

These were mostly post-war encouragement messages like "Don't be discouraged, we still have a bright tomorrow" or "Keep going with the spirit of the fallen."

However, she wasn't very good at giving motivational speeches, and speaking on stage in front of so many dragons always brought back some unpleasant social memories for her.

So after she got started, she let Anna go on stage and take over her speech.

Anna was quite familiar with this kind of mission.

After the speeches, people chatted and reminisced.

The dinner continued as scheduled.

Leon had no interest in the Silver Dragon Clan's victory celebration. He sat on the steps at the entrance of the Holy Temple the entire time, holding his little daughter, silently watching them light lamps, give speeches, and cry or laugh.

Shirley just came to him and asked if His Prince wanted to go up and say a few words, since His Prince had contributed a lot to the victory over Constantine and was a great contributor to the Silver Dragon Clan.

Every sentence was praising Leon, but Leon felt increasingly uncomfortable listening to it.

You're telling me, how did I, a human hero, become a Silver Dragon hero after only three years in your Silver Dragon Clan?

Leon was internally complaining, but he still honestly replied that he wasn't very good at giving speeches and that they could handle it themselves. He said he would take the little princess back to bed later.

Shirley nodded, without pressuring him.

However, Shirley secretly thought to herself, "No wonder you and Her Your Majesty the Queen are a couple. Neither of you is good at public speaking, and you both like to keep a low profile."

Wow, is this the mindset of a strong person? It's worth learning!

Leon has been sitting here ever since Shirley left.

The second child was still very energetic, showing no signs of sleepiness. Every now and then, he would grab Leon's collar and use his little pink fists to forcefully hit his father's chin.

Suddenly, out of the blue, Leon actually got a real slap that hurt.

He lowered his head and squeezed his daughter's little fist. "My darling is so amazing. Constantine didn't hurt your Dad, but you did. You're much better than Dad."

"Awaaaaaah~~ Ugh~~"

Baby talk, I can't understand it.

Leon pinched the little baby's nose, then looked up again at the silver dragons' banquet.

After a banquet, drinking is inevitable after the remembrance.

While Losweiser isn't good at public speaking, she is quite good at drinking.

Normal human women should not drink alcohol for several months after childbirth, as this can affect the nutritional composition of breast milk.

However, when Leon read about pregnancy in the Dragon Race, he learned that Dragon Queen cannot produce breast milk like human women after giving birth. This means that newborn dragons need to drink other types of milk to supplement their nutrition.

At first, he was a little worried that without breast milk, his youngest daughter might not get enough nutrition.

But the thought of Noa and Mu En being so lively and energetic made Leon dismiss his concerns.

Therefore, it will not affect the health of Losweiser and her baby girl if she drinks alcohol seven days after giving birth.

Leon watched as Losweiser drank with the maids by the campfire. The firelight illuminated the smile on her face as the maids kept offering her drinks, which she accepted without hesitation.

It looked like a relaxed and pleasant scene.

But after spending so much time together, Leon understands Losweiser much better than before.

He was certain that Losweiser's smile and ease at this moment were deliberately feigned; she was actually... very tired.

"Is this also part of your job... foolish dragon?"

Leon lowered his head and pinched his little daughter's cheek. "Don't be like Mom in the future. You need to balance work and rest. Don't be a workaholic, or Daddy will feel sorry for you~"

Alcohol is a magical thing.

It can dilute sadness and catalyze happiness.

It's no wonder that alcoholic beverages are often used to create a festive atmosphere at various celebrations and banquets.

Unfortunately, Leon wasn't good at drinking.

He can kill a dragon king several times his size without any weapons, but he can be knocked out by a small glass of red wine.

I can manage to get a little beer, but it's barely enough.

After drinking several rounds of wine, the Silver Dragon Clan members either completely forgot about their sorrow or indulged in a carefree outburst before forgetting it altogether.

In short, just as Losweiser had thought, morale was gradually returning to normal.

Leon kept his head down, playing with his little daughter.

The father and daughter were engaging in a one-sided, ineffective exchange.

"My dear daughter, what name would you like to be called?"

"Waaaa... Aba aba?"