Chapter 491
"If I'm not mistaken, that letter hasn't been opened yet, right?"
"Um."
"Then why is he so happy, like he's suddenly become a father?"
"... Maybe that's just how married men are."
Nacho, who was holding a map and planning tomorrow's search route, glanced at Rebecca and Martin, then at Leon.
He didn't say anything and continued working with his head down.
Leon opened the envelope, poured out the letter, and began to read it slowly.
As the saying goes, "Your handwriting reflects your personality," Losweiser also has beautiful handwriting.
The firelight illuminated the lines of elegant handwriting, as if it were a conversation with her.
The letter contained no flowery language or lengthy discourse; it was filled with a wife's care and longing for her husband.
When Leon saw the part about 'morning sickness', his eyes widened in surprise.
He, who had been all smiles, suddenly froze.
Rebecca noticed the captain's subtle change in expression.
Based on her experience, there are only two possibilities when the captain makes that expression.
One possibility is that something extremely bad has happened;
One possibility is that something incredibly miraculous happened.
"Hiss... Could it be that your sister-in-law thinks the captain has been away from home for too long and wants to divorce him?"
Increasingly curious, Rebecca got up and muttered as she walked around the fire, "No, I have to peek."
At this moment, Leon was still immersed in the thought that "I'm experiencing morning sickness."
This is what a man who has been married for six years is like.
No matter how lively the event at home was, it couldn't stir the slightest ripple in their hearts.
Except for his wife being pregnant.
Even General Leon could not remain calm about his wife's pregnancy.
It's no exaggeration to say that if they weren't in the middle of nowhere, and Rebecca and the others weren't around, Leon would have been so excited that he would have been rolling around on the ground with the envelope in his hand.
Sigh, third child.
Oh, baby.
Ah, one shot, and it's dead!
Why--
"Oh no!! Is my sister-in-law having another baby?!"
"Holy crap—when did you get here?!"
No wonder the captain had that expression just now.
So it really is true, I'm going to be a dad!
Leon was startled, but he didn't rush to put the letter away.
Anyway, there was nothing shameful in the letter—
And if Rebecca sees this, she can take the opportunity to show off their affection.
Ha, this crazy loli is on the third floor, and General Leon is on the fifth floor.
"Captain, your youngest daughter is only three or four years old, right? Why are you in such a hurry to have a third child?"
Rebecca paused, then said in a tone that said, 'I've seen through everything.'
"Oh, I see. You and your sister-in-law are really going to have twelve children?"
Before he could even pop the champagne for the upcoming public display of affection, Leon was already feeling a bit of a kidney ache from the phrase "have twelve children."
"Ten, twelve... What am I, your captain? A heartless baby-making machine?"
Rebecca blinked her beautiful big eyes and said with a serious expression,
"Isn't that right? Look, my sister-in-law is a dragon, she can live for many, many years, and you've transplanted her dragon scales, so you can live for many, many years too."
"And now you've only been married for six years and you already have three children and one is pregnant."
"At this rate, in less than fifty years, your children might even be able to form their own tribe!"
Leon's eye twitched slightly.
He filled in the blanks a little in his mind based on Rebecca's description.
Imagine if the room was full of his and Losweiser's kids, with little tails, or tufts of hair on their heads, or little faces with cold expressions, or a whole bunch of them watching the fun from the sidelines...
Just thinking about it is terrifying!
Leon shook his head to banish the jumbled thoughts, then carefully put the letter back into the envelope, placed it in the inside pocket of his coat, and pressed it against his heart.
"What? Is the captain going to have another baby?"
Martin also heard the commotion and asked excitedly.
Leon nodded. "Yes, my wife... is indeed pregnant again."
"That's great, congratulations, Captain."
Martin was genuinely happy for the captain. "Have you decided on a name for the new baby?"
Leon blinked and scratched his forehead. "Not yet."
"Hey, Captain, this is your lack of attention. Since you're so good at having babies, you and your wife should make a list of names, and just pick a name from the list for each baby. That would be so convenient," Rebecca sharply criticized.
Leon rolled his eyes at her speechlessly, and then said,
"To be honest, I decided on my third daughter's name long after she was born. So... I'm not in a hurry for the fourth one either. We'll wait until she's born. Anyway, she won't have any objections."
"Wow, Captain, you're a genius," Rebecca teased.
Leon waved his hand, indicating he was in a good mood tonight and wouldn't argue with her.
He then looked at Nacho, who was standing to the side.
How far are we from the location where the shadow last appeared?
Nacho, still looking down at the map, said, "What, now that you know your wife is pregnant, you're even more eager to go home?"
"... you're right."
Admit.
Of course I admit it.
Why won't you admit it?
The Dragon Queen isn't here, so there's no need to be stubborn.
Nacho smiled and put away the map.
"Congratulations on the upcoming baby! As for how far we are from Shadow... at the current pace, it will probably take another month."
Leon did some mental calculations and thought to himself,
"A month... If things are resolved by then, I can go back just in time for her to need care the most."
Nacho stood up. "It'll be dawn in five hours. I'll go tell everyone that we'll start increasing the speed tomorrow."
"Okay, thanks."
"Fine."
Nacho went to prepare the crew, while Rebecca and Martin discussed what to name the captain's third child.
Leon slowly rose and gazed into the distance.
That's the direction of the Silver Dragon Clan.
Under the cover of night, the Dragon Mark patterns, though far apart, reflect each other's beauty, carrying with them their longing for one another.
62 Nightmare Moon
The pursuit of Shadow and Adam continues.
As they continued south, they gathered more intelligence and information.
In the evening, Leon, Rebecca, Martin, and Nacho sat around the campfire, summarizing and organizing the known intelligence they had.
"We encountered many relatively friendly ethnic groups along the way, and the information they provided was basically consistent."
Leon said, "Not long ago, a giant dragon roamed this area before continuing its journey south."
"And their descriptions of this dragon are all pretty much the same."
"His body was imposing, his dragon wings blotted out the sky, his scales were dark gray, and his eyes were scarlet, but his left eye seemed to be injured and was always closed."
Nacho nodded, and continued, picking up where Leon left off.
"During the Human-Dragon War, the southern border was the least affected by conflict because there were many different races there, and the problems involved were more numerous. Therefore, neither humans nor Dragon Race wanted to fight there, and only occasional minor skirmishes occurred."
"In other words, the probability of the races here encountering dragons is very low."
"But they saw the same dragon at almost the same time."
"By the way, Leon, when your wife talked to you about that Warhammer Dragon King Adam, did she describe what he looked like?"
Leon shook his head. "Adam is of a very high seniority in the Dragon Race. He often doesn't show his face for decades or even centuries. My wife is still very young, only a little over two hundred years old. It's normal that she hasn't seen him."
Rebecca blinked, repeating what the captain had just said.
"Very young, only a little over two hundred years old."
She emphasized the word "talent" in particular, saying, "Captain, after spending so much time with your wife, it seems your understanding of age has gradually deviated from that of us humans."
"What do you mean, 'you humans'? Aren't I human? Am I not human?"
Rebecca was originally sitting between Leon and Martin.
But as soon as this question was raised, Rebecca couldn't help but shift her position closer to Martin.
"You have your sister-in-law's parts inside you, so it's hard to say whether you're human or dragon now, Captain—ouch!"
Leon flicked her on the forehead.
"Let's get back to the main topic."
Leon steered the conversation back on track, "So we can only assume that the dragon those southern races saw was Adam. Of course, this assumption is pretty close to the truth. Combined with the information we got from the Dragon Scale Transplantor, Shadow and Adam were indeed active in this area."
"Hmm, but the question is, what are they doing here?"
"This is why we've come all this way."
Leon gazed at the fire before him, its light reflecting in his dark eyes, revealing a bright and resolute determination within them.
"Find out what they're up to, and then completely wipe out this remnant."
"If necessary, we can also skip the first step directly."
Martin, who had been silent, watched his captain quietly from the side.
He is not good with words, but he is very good at reading people.
Martin could tell that the captain was getting impatient.
To be honest, this trip to the South reminded Martin of the days when he followed his captain in the Dragon Slayer Dragon Slayer Army, fighting battles across the country.
Traveling during the day and resting at night, their food source was various wild and dangerous species. Occasionally, they would cook a roasted wild rabbit or roasted pheasant to improve their meals, which was quite delicious.
But the captain at that time was quite calm and composed, and never rushed to join a particular battlefield.
But now, his pursuit of Shadow and Adam made him a little impatient.
Or rather, anxiety.
Martin knew he was doing it to better protect his family and the people he cherished, and he understood him.
He is no longer the Dragon Slayer once donned a Black-Gold War Chariot and focused solely on killing enemies.