Chapter 229

Ultimately, a poor answer inevitably resulted in being punished by the teacher by being made to stand in the corner.

It was also the hint of disappointment in the girl's eyes when she looked away.

How can we make up for it?

There's no way to make up for it.

After class, how could you possibly have the nerve to tell the girl that joke you'd prepared for two whole lessons?

And Leon's few words were simpler than the answer to any question.

But he still didn't do a good job.

Slaying dragons, taking care of his daughter, investigating clues, uncovering the conspiracy of those in power... none of these things he was good at could help him at this moment.

Leon's the Only One consolation now is that by tomorrow, Losweiser will probably have forgotten about it.

Or rather, pretend to forget.

I don't remember anything.

It was all just drunken ramblings.

What about the unfinished "I like it"? The last word doesn't matter at all, does it?

"Leon".

When I came to my senses, I smelled a familiar and pleasant fragrance wafting from in front of me.

Weight also came from my thighs.

It's Losweiser.

She sat on Leon's lap, one arm around his neck, the other holding a wine glass.

She took a sip in front of Leon, but didn't finish it; instead, she held the glass to Leon's lips.

The rim of the glass faces Leon; it is pure and transparent.

On the opposite side, there was a faint lipstick mark left by Losweiser.

He pursed his lips, raised his hand and gently took Losweiser's hand, then slowly turned the wine glass in her hand half a circle.

He pointed the lipstick-stained cup at himself.

Then he leaned over and drank the rest of the red wine in his glass in one gulp.

The aroma of the wine, mingled with the scent of her lips, was intoxicating.

Losweiser put the cup aside, then wrapped both arms around Leon's neck.

She leaned closer and gently caressed his skin with the tip of her delicate nose.

The man's warm breath gently brushed against her face.

He was so nervous, his heart was pounding.

Losweiser flicked Leon's burning earlobe with her thumb, their foreheads touching, and whispered...

"What you just said... I didn't hear you clearly. Now that we're closer, say it again."

The girl has given you a chance; you can still try to make her happy.

Leon raised his eyes and met those warm, soft lips.

"Melkwy, I like you."

Cicadas chirping under the starry night, accompanied by red wine.

Who wouldn't want to use drinking as an excuse to say what's on their mind?

The maids felt that His Your Majesty was in a very good mood today.

Not very good.

It is very, very, very good.

Why do the maids feel this way?

Because their notoriously workaholic boss had surprisingly let them leave early—and for the second day in a row now.

Moreover, His Your Majesty was all smiles throughout the day, unlike his usual stern face.

When she finished dealing with a particularly difficult task, she would even happily hum a pleasant tune. (Nine)

In conclusion, the maids had two bold guesses: Another

Your Majesty may be pregnant with your third child; abandon

Her Your Majesty may be preparing for a third pregnancy.

"I've already let you leave work early. Why aren't you going home to rest? What are you all doing gathered there?"

On the throne in the Holy Temple, Losweiser was engrossed in her work, speaking without looking up.

The maids immediately bowed and, without speculating further about His Your Majesty's unusual behavior, shoved each other aside and left the Holy Temple.

Once she was alone, Losweiser unconsciously began humming a cheerful little tune.

In her fifty years on the throne, she had rarely been as happy as she was now.

For the past fifty years, she has been repeating almost the same day: [unclear - possibly a type of food or drink]

Get up, wash up, have breakfast, work, lunch, work, dinner, work overtime, rest.

The cycle repeats itself, year after year.

The long lifespan of Dragon Race is like a sea that stretches to the horizon, and Losweiser is a lone boat adrift on this sea, drifting aimlessly, letting the wind and waves carry her further and further away.

But what lies further away?

It was still an endless expanse of sea.

Her work was similar; she would finish dealing with a mountain of work logs the night before, but when she came back the next day, another mountain would rise up.

Losweiser never complained.

Because she knew that complaining was useless.

Moreover, she is the Queen of the Silver Dragons. In the eyes of her people, she is their leader, their faith, and their spiritual anchor. She cannot show fear or back down in the face of anything.

Does she herself enjoy being a queen? Does she enjoy facing endless work? Does she enjoy spending half of her life in this cage called the throne?

She didn't know.

She thought that over time she would grow to hate this kind of life.

In the end, however, there was neither joy nor sorrow; Losweiser felt neither disgust nor fondness for it.

Her heart was like a tranquil forest, occasionally a few birds would fly out from it, but otherwise there were no ripples.

What she never expected was that the thing that could bring joy to her monotonous and boring life would be a human being.

That idiot who had no special talents other than slaying dragons and taking care of children could make her dream about him with just a drunken "I like you." Losweiser couldn't help but ask herself if she really had some feelings for him.

But he's a human being, and a nemesis who always argues with her. Why would she fall for him?

The Silver Dragon Queen had solved countless problems for her tribe, but when it came to her own, she could never come up with a solution.

Unfortunately, she had no one to ask for help.

The only person who can uncover the secrets in her heart is herself.

Footsteps suddenly echoed in the Holy Temple, interrupting Losweiser's thoughts.

She looked up and followed the sound, and sure enough, whoever she was talking about arrived.

Leon was carrying two buckets of paint, and his tool bag at his waist contained many brushes of different sizes, as well as two navy blue aprons to protect against dirt.

Losweiser looked Leon up and down. "What, you've been laid off from your Dragon Slayer job and become a glorious... painter?"

Leon grinned, ignoring Losweiser's teasing, and strode over.

"I used to stipulate that no one is allowed to bring paint or varnish into the Holy Temple, otherwise half a month's salary will be deducted."

She has mild obsessive-compulsive disorder, and things like paint and varnish have a strong smell, so they are difficult to clean up if spilled.

However, although she said that, she didn't actually stop Leon from coming over.

Well, because that scoundrel doesn't get any salary deducted.

She put down her pen, rested her chin on her hand, and looked down at Leon beneath the throne.

Leon looked up at her and asked, "When do you get off work?"

"It depends on my mood. What's up? Something wrong?"

"Do me a favor and change the color of the Black-Gold War Chariot."

Losweiser immediately became interested upon hearing this.

"Okay, let's go."

She closed her work log, rose from her throne, lifted her skirt, and quickly walked down the steps.

Leon was taken aback. "So decisive? Isn't it still before the end of the workday?"

"I already said it depends on my mood."

Leon raised an eyebrow. "What? You mean you're in a good mood right now?"

"Stop talking nonsense, are you still going or not?"

"Go, go, go."

The couple walked side by side as they left the Silver Dragon Sanctuary.

Upon arriving at the private warehouse that Losweiser had set up in the back mountains, the two entered one after the other.

When he was in the Dragon Slayer Army, none of the Dragon Race he fought knew his name or appearance; they only described him as "a person wearing black armor."

Gradually, this name also spread among the Dragon Race.

After all, it's impossible for news not to spread that a foreigner wields lightning all day long and cuts down dragons whenever he sees one.

Just like what Losweiser's grandmother said the day before yesterday.

Before donning his Black-Gold War Chariot again and stepping onto the battlefield, in order to avoid arousing suspicion from the Silver Dragon Clan, he casually smeared some silver paint on his armor. Under the cover of night, no one recognized him.

However, such a crude disguise can only deceive for a while, not forever.

Leon had a premonition that he would be staying with Losweiser for quite some time, at least until the Empire's conspiracy was exposed.

Considering the possibility that the Empire might resort to desperate measures and send Leon a few more dragon kings, Leon decided to prepare in advance and not make last-minute preparations like Constantine had done.

After explaining to Losweiser why they wanted to change the skin of the Black-Gold War Chariot, the two took out all the various parts of the armor, tied on their aprons to prevent dirt, and then sat on the ground to begin this "armor spa".

"Speaking of which, why didn't you ask your daughters for help? Hasn't Noa returned?"

Losweiser held the helmet of the Black-Gold War Chariot in her arms and carefully applied the paint.

Leon stammered, "They... are with the old lady. It's the first time they've met, so we certainly won't disturb them."

That's a good reason.

But Noa came back yesterday, and her three daughters slept with their great-grandmother yesterday.

It's almost evening now, so it's been a whole day. No matter how much grandparents love their grandchildren, they shouldn't be glued together all the time, right?

If Leon were to simply say, "Who wants to help Daddy paint?", Noa and Mu En would probably be vying to do it.

What? Xiao Guang?

Xiao Guang can't even walk properly yet, so he should just stay in his room.

Moreover, his daughters didn't know the origin of the armor, so helping out wouldn't be tiring and could even strengthen the bond between father and daughters.

Thinking of this, Losweiser's mind stirred slightly, and a mischievous thought began to surface. "Oh, so she didn't want to disturb the children and the old lady."

Leon glanced at the Dragon Queen, then mumbled in response, "Yeah."

"Sigh." Losweiser feigned disappointment.

"Why are you sighing?" Leon asked.