Chapter 30: Good at Everything Except Comforting His Wife

Come to think of it, “meeting the parents” wasn’t a simple matter for Little Ros and her brother-in-law.
Their Melkvi family background was somewhat special – the two sisters had never met their parents since childhood and were raised single-handedly by their grandmother.
After raising the sisters to adulthood, Grandmother left them under the pretext of wandering the world, often going ten or even dozens of years without contact.
Even when Rosvitha got married, Grandmother hadn’t returned to meet her grandson-in-law.
As for her brother-in-law’s side, Isabella didn’t know much. She only heard from Little Ros that he came from a disbanded minor tribe and was technically married into her Silver Dragon Tribe.
Isabella was half skeptical about her sister’s explanation.
After all, the Crimson Dragon King Constantine had been killed by that seemingly harmless brother-in-law of hers.
How could someone with enough power to defeat Constantine possibly be from a fallen tribe, reduced to relying on other tribes’ protection to barely survive?
Perhaps Leon chose to marry Little Ros to avoid enemies hunting him down?
Or maybe there was some kind of deal between the two of them?
Isabella had pondered this question more than once, but Little Ros firmly insisted that Leon was trustworthy and reliable.
As for the reason, Little Ros didn’t say much.
And what could she, as an older sister, do?
Of course, she chose to believe in her sister.
Pulling back her wandering thoughts, Isabella looked at her sister,
“Well, I’ve delivered the message. Grandmother didn’t specify exactly which day she’s returning, but I should prepare well in the coming days to avoid being caught off guard when the old lady suddenly appears.”
Rosvitha nodded, “Mm, me too.”
“Alright, that’s all I needed to say.”
Isabella stood up and let out a long breath, then looked toward Leon who was still taking care of the child, “Finally I can cuddle with my little niece~”
Leon also stood up and handed Little Light to Isabella.
“Leon, come with me to prepare dinner,” Rosvitha said.
“Oh, okay.”
Leon looked down and patted Muen’s little head, “Dad and Mom are going to prepare dinner, Muen needs to be good and listen to Auntie, okay?”
The little dragon girl nodded obediently, “Mm mm, Muen understands!”
Leon smiled and walked to Rosvitha’s side, the couple leaving the bedroom one after another.
After closing the door, they walked side by side in the hallway.
The maids were already preparing dinner – they just needed an excuse to talk privately.
They at least had this much tacit understanding.
“Your grandmother really only comes back once every few decades?” Leon asked.
“Mm.”
“Such a long time – aren’t you worried about family becoming estranged?”
Rosvitha shook her head, “Dragons have very long lifespans, so a few decades isn’t much. Besides, most dragons don’t place much importance on family relationships.”
Leon blinked, “So, is your grandmother also the type who doesn’t value family relationships?”
The queen shrugged her shoulders, “Judging by how rarely she comes home, she indeed doesn’t seem to value this family much. But when my sister and I were young, we could truly feel her love and care for us.”
As they chatted, the couple arrived at the sacred temple’s back garden, continuing their slow walk along the tree-lined path.
“Intelligent beings are complex – you can’t judge them based on just one aspect of their behavior.”
Rosvitha said, “Just like how other races see dragons as violent and fierce, believing in the rule of the strong, not caring about bonds and emotions.”
“Having lived with me for so long, you should have noticed that while dragons rarely care about emotions, once they form a connection with someone, they remain absolutely loyal and devoted.”
“This isn’t just true for marriages, but also for family relationships and friendships.”
“Like that newlywed couple we met while vacationing in the Flowing Cloud Valley – they had such a good relationship.”
“And also—”
Rosvitha suddenly stopped her eloquent speech.
Her footsteps faltered, and her gaze toward Leon showed subtle changes.
After making eye contact for two seconds, Rosvitha looked away, her steps becoming somewhat hurried.
There was clearly an attempt to cover up something.
“Ahem, you should understand what I mean,” Rosvitha, realizing that continuing might lead to some ambiguity, decided to cut off the topic.
Leon was confused, “I don’t understand. Didn’t you have something more to say? How can I understand if you don’t finish?”
He truly didn’t quite grasp what Rosvitha was trying to express.
He could completely understand her initial point about “not judging intelligent beings based on just one aspect.”
After all, he had mentioned this principle when teaching young Muen.
The little dragon girl had even taught him a lesson then, saying that since everything has two sides, if there are fierce and aggressive dragons, there must also be dragons who yearn for peace.
Leon had kept his daughter’s words in his heart, neither denying nor confirming them, but slowly seeking the true answer through his own observations and personal experiences.
Now when Rosvitha mentioned something about being absolutely loyal once committed to feelings, Leon was listening quite attentively.
But just as it got to the crucial part, the mother dragon cut it off.
It was like reading a novel and reaching the climax, only for the author to suddenly say “to know what happens next, stay tuned for the next chapter.”
How could he not be anxious?
But to the Queen, the General’s curiosity appeared to be teasing her.
That detestable man.
He must have understood what she was going to say, right? He clearly knew she was embarrassed about their current ambiguous relationship, yet he was still playing dumb!
Was it fun?!
Was! It! Fun!
The Queen let out a cold snort, crossed her arms, angrily swished her tail twice, quickened her pace, and directly left Leon behind.
Leon stood there bewildered as a gentle breeze passed by his feet, blowing away a few leaves.
“Wait, how… how did this happen? Everything was fine just now, why did she suddenly get angry?”
A woman’s heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea.
After living together for over a year, Leon still sometimes couldn’t figure out what Rosvitha was thinking.
More and more little tempers and moods.
When discussing serious matters, her emotions were always stable, maintaining the dignity and elegance of a queen.
But when chatting about daily life, she would become like a walking pufferfish – you never knew which word might trigger her and make her puff up in anger.
General Leon had fought on battlefields for many years and had never encountered an enemy that gave him such a headache.
Rosvitha was the first.
And this particular enemy, he couldn’t fight her, couldn’t scold her – actually, he just couldn’t bear to.
So what could Leon do?
Just make do with it, right? It’s not like they could get divorced or something.
“Hey, wait for me!”
Leon also quickened his pace, waving his hand as he ran toward Rosvitha.
Although Rosvitha didn’t turn around or give any response, she noticeably slowed her steps.
Leon caught up to her side, looking at her puffed-up profile, opened his mouth but didn’t know where to begin.
Rosvitha glanced at him and let out a light snort,
“What did that human girl call you in the cave back then?”
Leon thought for a moment before realizing Rosvitha was referring to Rebecca.
“Uh… Captain,” he replied.
“No, the other name.”
Rosvitha looked at him and said word by word,
“Stupid. Dense. Man!”
Indeed, God is fair to everyone.
Military campaigns, outsmarting internal enemies, slaying dragons, raising children, various assignments – General Leon excelled at all of these.
Except for comforting his wife.
Don’t rush.
Casmode had a legitimate reason for thinking he wasn’t good at comforting his wife.
“Damn it, they never taught this at Dragon Slaying Academy!”
Upon assessment, Leon Casmode was a product of rigid test-oriented education, sadly.