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The bull, now cleansed of its furious spirit by the Queen herself, ultimately ended up as beef hotpot.

Of course, with several tons of meat, there was no way Leon and his family of five could finish it all, even if they ate to their hearts’ content.@@novelbin@@

Leon initially suggested that Rosvisser transform into her dragon form to polish it off. He quickly closed his mouth when she swatted him with her tail.

In the end, they invited the maids and a few guards to join them for this unexpected feast.

The group gathered in the courtyard, eating hotpot, singing songs, lighting a bonfire, and sharing laughter.

Rosvisser, having exhausted herself in training that afternoon, drank only a small amount of wine. After eating, she found a patch of grass and sat down.

The cool evening breeze lifted her silver bangs, revealing her smooth, jade-like forehead. Her exquisite face, sculpted with precision, held a sleepy elegance, her lashes long and defined, her nose small and delicate, her gaze lowered with a hint of fatigue. This slight weariness lent her an aura of mature, unguarded charm.

Footsteps approached and stopped beside her.

Leon glanced at the orange juice in her hand and remarked, “Your Majesty doesn’t seem in the mood tonight.”

“Hmm? Why do you say that?”

“You haven’t had any wine.”

Rosvisser paused, then smiled faintly. “I’m tired; I don’t feel like drinking.”

Leon knelt beside her.