Chapter 230

"I thought you wanted to do this with me alone." She gently scratched the helmet of the Black-Gold War Chariot with her pink nails, pouting her little mouth, looking like a wronged little wife.

Leon could tell that she was getting into acting again, "... Yi 2 Ling 3 (2) O Fin Si (8)... Dragon Queen, that's enough."

Seeing that her little trick had been exposed, Losweiser wasn't in a hurry. She composed herself and looked up at him. "What, is it enough to say that now? Why didn't you say that when you said you liked me the day before yesterday?"

"That's me!—"

What is it?

"That was... because he drank too much. Can you believe what you say when you're drunk?"

Losweiser scoffed, "You think you're drunk after just one sip of wine? Who are you trying to fool? You were perfectly sober back then."

Leon rolled his eyes at her, not wanting to continue the topic.

To be honest, he was indeed sober that night.

Although he is not a heavy drinker, he is not so bad as to lose control of his words and actions after just one sip.

He knew very well what he had said at the time, and he also knew how he felt when he said those words.

But bringing it up again now makes people blush.

"Why aren't you saying anything? Are you regretting it?" the Queen pressed closer.

Regret?

No, that's not true.

He only regrets doing things against his conscience.

So that phrase "I like you"... could be considered, with some reservations, General Leon's true feelings and heartfelt words.

"Tch, who do you think you are? What's done is done, what's there to regret?"

Although Leon is stubborn, he is truly adept at taking responsibility for his actions.

Losweiser has always admired this about him.

"Then say it again," Losweiser coaxed.

"Are you ever going to stop? I've said something and you haven't responded, so what's the point of saying it?"

Oh dear. Eight

(I'm getting anxious.)

Losweiser pouted and muttered softly, "Fine, don't tell me then, who cares?"

She continued painting Leon's helmet. Lin

As she painted, Losweiser noticed that all the paint this bastard had brought was the same color—silver.

What are they trying to do? Phosphorus

Black-Gold War Chariot - Chroma Skin - Silver Dragon Limited Edition? (Seven)

"Why is everything silver?" Losweiser asked casually.

"I like silver," Leon blurted out.

Losweiser paused, then coughed twice, trying to get the scoundrel's attention.

Leon, in perfect compliance, looked up at her.

Losweiser was there, casually fiddling with her silver hair.

Leon rolled his eyes speechlessly, said nothing, and continued painting.

"Cough cough—"

He looked up again.

Losweiser pinched the tip of her silver tail, still pretending to be nonchalant.

Leon sighed, but remained silent.

"Cough cough—"

"Okay, okay, fine, I'll take your silver one, alright?"

The Dragon Queen's hint was practically blatant; if Leon continued to play dead, Losweiser would probably force him to say it.

Rather than that, it would be better if he took the initiative himself.

Losweiser was finally satisfied and happily continued painting.

The couple worked for quite a while and finally finished the skin change for the Black-Gold War Chariot.

Looking at the brand-new armor, Losweiser nodded in satisfaction. "Not bad, it looks pretty good."

"Um."

A muffled "hmm".

Losweiser glanced at him, the scoundrel's face expressionless.

His state and emotions were completely different from when he was in the Holy Temple.

Losweiser roughly guessed why he was acting this way—

The conversation just now:

"Are you ever going to shut up? I finished speaking and you didn't respond, so what's the point of saying it?"

The stubborn young man finally mustered the courage to take a step forward, but that night she only hugged and kissed him without giving him any response.

Although I haven't said anything these past two days, I'm probably a little bothered by it, aren't I?

Losweiser pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, then quietly moved closer to him and gently tugged at his sleeve.

"What's wrong?" Leon asked in a deep voice, but his gaze remained fixed on the Black-Gold War Chariot.

"Casmod."

The Queen tiptoed and whispered in his ear, her breath sweet as orchids.

"I like you."

Black-Gold War Chariot: So I've become a stepping stone on your road to love, right?

Broken.

Not only Your Majesty inexplicably happy, but now even the Prince is inexplicably happy.

Could this couple really be planning for a third child...?

The maids huddled together in private, wondering if the Third Princess Aurorla, was already preparing for Fourth Princess so soon after her birth.

Your Majesty, your health is of utmost importance!

"Shh~ His Your Majesty and the others are here, be quiet, be quiet."

Upon hearing this, the maids immediately shut their mouths and watched as His Your Majesty's family and His Your Majesty's grandmother walked out of the Holy Temple.

"Grandma, are you sure you don't want to stay a few more days?" Losweiser took her grandmother's hand and slowly walked down the stairs.

"No, I still need to go see Ischa. After that, I have to go back to the Far North to continue the reconnaissance operation. Even without Ravi, the operation cannot be put on hold."

Upon reaching the spacious front yard, Losweiser held her grandmother's hand reluctantly, her eyes filled with tears.

Having not seen her grandmother for decades, she finally returned home, only to have to leave again after just a few days.

Although Dragon Race rarely interact, the grandmother had raised Losweiser since she was a child, so the bond between them was undeniable.

"Alright, Little Los, once I've finished dealing with this matter, I'll come back and spend some quality time with you two sisters."

Grandmother patted Losweiser on the shoulder with a kind smile. "Of course, don't forget what I told you a few days ago. Be careful, take precautions, and don't cause any losses to your people or yourself."

Losweiser nodded. "I understand, Grandma."

"Then I'll be going now. We'll keep in touch by letter."

After a pause, the old lady said half-jokingly, "But it should be very difficult for the Messenger Dragon to fly to my place."

With tears in her eyes, Losweiser gave a slightly bitter smile. "The Messenger Dragon may not be able to fly there, but my longing for my grandmother will definitely reach her."

Grandmother smiled with relief. "Alright, I'm going to see Ischa now. You, Leon, and the little ones, take care."

"Um... Goodbye, Grandma."

Goodbye, great-grandmother!

Noa, holding her little sister, said goodbye to her great-grandmother with Mu En.

Leon stood behind them, waving silently.

The old lady also said goodbye to each of the children.

When they arrived in Leon, the old man and the young man looked at each other.

After a long while, Grandmother narrowed her eyes slightly and said to Leon meaningfully, "I hope to see you at the practice field again next time."

Leon was taken aback.

Is the old lady... teasing me?

Or is there another meaning behind this statement?

"Ah, yes, we'll meet again."

Although he didn't quite understand, Leon still replied politely.

Grandmother nodded, then turned around, took a few steps, and transformed into a dragon, flying straight into the sky.

Losweiser remained standing still until her grandmother's figure completely disappeared from sight, without making any move.

Milan, the maid standing nearby, wanted to step forward to offer a reminder, but Leon stopped her with a gesture.

"Noa, take your sisters to play with Sister Milan," Leon said.

"Good."

After dismissing his daughters and maids, Leon stepped forward and stood beside Losweiser.

"You said your grandmother was very strict before, I thought she would be the kind of rigid old Dragon King."

The longer you live, the more rigid you become—this is a common misconception.

Losweiser wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and forced a smile. "What, it sounds like you're quite satisfied with meeting the parents this time?"

Leon scoffed, crossed his arms, and turned his head away. "What do I have to be satisfied with? We're not really a couple."

Losweiser playfully punched his arm.

My low mood after parting with my grandmother has improved slightly.

Leon looked at her smile and felt the force of her hitting his arm.

Yes, I'm not sad anymore.

Three sentences helped the Dragon Queen emerge from her slump and rebuild herself. From now on, please call me Mr. Casmod, your life mentor.

The couple went to the pavilion in the courtyard and sat facing each other across a stone table.

These past two days, the couple has kissed and hugged, and their words have softened a bit.

Now that Grandma has passed away, it's time to get down to business.

"Ravi, Blaise, Jaggs... three dragon kings who are skilled in space magic have inexplicably left their tribes, and like Constantine, they are dragon kings who have not participated in the Human-Dragon War for a long time."

Leon said, "So there's reason to suspect that they were one of the many Dragon Lords who cooperated with the Empire. But there's a lack of substantial evidence to prove this."

Losweiser interlaced her fingers, rested her chin on the back of her hand, and picked up where Leon left off, "And the evidence lies with Constantine's confidant. Once we find this confidant, we can figure out what these three dragon kings are up to."

Leon nodded. "Little Guang is already four months old. The Crimson Flame Dragon Clan should have calmed down by now, right?"

To outsiders, the birth of the youngest daughter had no direct connection to whether the unrest in a certain tribe had subsided.

But this was General Leon's unique method of time calculation.

He had killed so many dragons, and Constantine was just one of the more eccentric ones among the countless Dragon Corpse. Apart from that, he wasn't anything special, which is why Leon wouldn't bother to remember the day he killed Constantine.

But the coincidence is that Xiao Guang was born on that very day.