Vol. 1 Ch. 127

Rosvitha decided to give herself a day off.

When she told Anna about it, the head maid was utterly shocked. You see, Her Majesty the Queen was notorious for being a workaholic. Unless absolutely necessary, she never took time off.

Anna assumed the Queen must be sick and inquired with concern, only to receive a simple reply: “Feeling a bit tired lately, just need some rest.”

Well, it was a straightforward and flawless excuse for taking a day off. Anna didn’t press further.

For the day the Queen took off, Anna temporarily handled the affairs of the household, big and small.

In the morning, Rosvitha lay on the sofa in the living room, wearing a silk nightgown. The strap slid down from her round fragrant shoulder, dangling precariously.

Her voluptuous figure resembled undulating hills, picturesque from every angle. One jade hand rested lightly on her stomach, while the other pressed against her forehead with the back of her hand.

She felt tired. Unreasonably so. Despite going to bed early last night, why did she still feel so lethargic today?

She glanced sideways at the ice cream on the coffee table. She had thought of having some dessert to perk herself up, but unfortunately, it didn’t help.

It wasn’t that the chilly sensation of the ice cream didn’t invigorate her; it was just that she felt nauseous whenever she ate something, especially in the mornings and evenings.

The beauty withdrew her gaze from the ice cream and closed her eyes, recalling the various unusual occurrences of these days.

The inexplicable weight gain, although not significant, was something women were always sensitive to.

During meals, she would inexplicably retch and feel nauseous, especially when smelling oil or meat, which exacerbated her gagging reflex.

Her head felt dizzy, limbs achy; even sitting up quickly from the bed would cause her vision to black out momentarily, taking about ten seconds to recover.

And now, she found herself experiencing excessive drowsiness.

Sighing in frustration, Rosvitha rolled over on the sofa, facing its back, arms wrapped around herself, her silver tail trailing down from the sofa. From behind, she resembled a sulking young girl.

In some aspects, Rosvitha and Leon were quite alike. They both tossed and turned when unable to comprehend something, becoming restless and agitated.

However, Leon mostly dealt with practical matters, and being a man of action, he usually resolved difficulties swiftly; but for Rosvitha, most of her troubles were internal, not easily resolved in a short time.

Although the weight gained was physical, the worries remained trapped within her mind.

After tossing and turning several times, Rosvitha concluded that she was both sleepy and unable to fall asleep again. So she decided to get up, barefoot, and headed to her study.

She intended to write in her diary.

Rosvitha opened her diary, the latest entry detailing Muen’s completion of the Twin Awakening a couple of days ago.

The queen chewed on the end of her pen, contemplating what to write today. However, since it was still morning and she hadn’t even stepped outside, there wasn’t much to record.

Instead, Rosvitha flipped through the previous entries.

Suddenly, she realized that it had been quite a while since Leon last submitted his assignment to her. The queen’s pupils twitched, a surge of discomfort roiling in her stomach.

“It seems I need to create an opportunity to find fault with that dog of a man.”

Since the incident with the Playboy Bunny photos had been resolved, the couple’s life had become harmonious, entering a stage of peaceful coexistence, where there was no interference between them.

However, Rosvitha knew that this quiet facade couldn’t last forever. Otherwise, Leon might forget that he was her captive.

It was time to stir things up a bit.

A dragon’s initiative, justifiable and reasonable.

With these thoughts in mind, she closed her diary and changed into a long dress suitable for going out, then left the room.

She arrived at the backyard practice field, where Leon was teaching Muen some basic magic. Even from a distance, she could hear the conversation between father and daughter.

“Hey, this is the advantage of lightning magic, Muen, can you repeat it?”

“Sure.”

Father and daughter sat cross-legged on the grass. The young dragoness pondered for a moment, then began to speak fluently.

“Lightning magic is a versatile type of magic. Concentrating power can cause effective damage to single targets; dispersing power can unleash wide-ranging attacks on groups.”

“Lightning magic can also be used to enhance one’s speed, strength, and physical endurance, among other basic attributes.”

“It’s a versatile type of magic that combines offense and defense!”

Leon gave a thumbs-up. “Great! Remember, Muen, master lightning magic, and you’ll be unstoppable. Got it?”

“Got it, Dad!”

“Why only teach lightning magic and not fire magic?”

A familiar voice, magnetic and tinged with laziness, came from behind. Father and daughter turned towards the sound.

A tall, elegant woman in a long dress stood there. Her silver hair and the hem of her skirt gently swayed in the breeze, revealing fair and slender legs and dainty ankles. Even without formal attire, she exuded a cold, proud, and noble aura.

Muen’s eyes lit up with joy. “Mom! Anna said you were resting today, so Dad and I didn’t disturb you.”

Rosvitha smiled as she approached them, taking a seat beside them. She glanced at Leon beside her, then shifted slightly to the side.

“Why are you resting today, Mom? Are you sick?” Muen asked with concern.

“No, dear, don’t worry. Mommy’s just a little tired, but I’ll be back to work as usual tomorrow,” Rosvitha said, pinching her daughter’s nose affectionately.

“Oh, okay. As long as Mommy’s not sick,” the young dragoness said, relieved.@@novelbin@@

“I heard Dad was teaching you lightning magic, is that right?” Rosvitha asked.

“Yeah, Mom, let me tell you, lightning magic is amazing! Dad’s really skilled at it!” Muen exclaimed enthusiastically, offering praise while Leon knew it was his time to shine.

He straightened his chest, cleared his throat, and brushed off his presence. “Muen, show your mom what you can do.”

“Sure thing, Dad!”

The queen was puzzled, unsure of what antics this father and daughter duo were up to. She watched as Muen stood up, slightly bent her knees, and extended her palms.

In an instant, blue electrical sparks flickered in her palms. Soon enough, two lightning balls formed in Muen’s hands.

Rosvitha’s pupils trembled slightly, showing some surprise. “It’s only been two days since awakening, and you’re already able to manipulate the form of magical energy?”

Although the spherical shape was the most basic form of energy manipulation, this learning speed… it was comparable to Noia’s.

Muen dispersed the lightning balls and sat back next to her mother, wearing a hopeful expression, as if waiting for praise. “Yeah, Mom, am I amazing?”

Rosvitha reached out and patted her daughter’s head, genuinely impressed.

“Yes, you’re very impressive. Really, really impressive. So… what about fire magic? Have you learned anything about it?”

Leon’s inherent element was lightning, but that didn’t mean he only knew lightning magic. After studying magic for over a decade, if he still only knew one element, he needed to catch up.

“Oh… no, Dad hasn’t taught me yet,” Muen replied truthfully.

Rosvitha’s mind stirred, realizing that the opportunity to find fault had arrived. So she turned her head, squinting at Leon.

“Why only teach lightning magic and not fire magic? Is it because you can’t do it, dear?”

The mention of “dear” sent a shiver down Leon’s spine. Hearing Rosvitha call him “dear” outside of the bedroom gave him a feeling akin to hearing the grim reaper calling out names from a death list, where whoever’s name was called had to go with it.

However, Leon couldn’t entirely blame Rosvitha for picking on him. After all, he really hadn’t taught Muen fire magic yet.

Moreover, these past few days, he had been secretly instilling the idea into his daughter’s mind that “lightning magic is the best magic in the world, and fire magic can only make things slightly warmer.”

Although not exactly that exaggerated, the idea was essentially the same.

This led to Muen not actively seeking to learn fire magic. And Leon thought that since the mother dragon was busy with work, she wouldn’t have time to check Muen’s progress in learning magic. Little did he expect that on the third day, his little scheme would be exposed.

Leon rubbed his nose and explained, “It’s all about gradual progress. Whether it’s lightning or fire, both magics are equally strong, so it doesn’t matter which one we teach first.”

Equally strong? Why do I feel like this guy can’t even say “equally strong”?

So Rosvitha asked skeptically, “Is that so?”

“It is—”

“No, Dad, that’s not what you told me yesterday,” Muen tilted her head, blinking her adorable big eyes.

“What do you mean it’s not? Dad just—” Leon tried to stop his well-intentioned daughter from betraying him.

But it was too late.

“You shut up. Muen, what did Dad say yesterday?” Rosvitha looked at Muen.

Muen counted on her fingers, listing the “crimes” of fire magic.

“Dad said the method of using fire magic is too simplistic.”

“It’s easy to learn, so there’s no sense of accomplishment.”

“Only dumb dragons focus on fire magic, and it’s not as practical as lightning magic—”

“Um… Mom, why do you look like you want to eat Dad?”