Chapter 167: New Member of Family

Everything he did was just to protect his own family.

"Maintain this false family well" — this was the agreement he had made with Rossweise.

He slowly swung his thunder sword and chopped off Constantine's dragon horn.

Constantine breathed weakly. Leon crouched down on top of his head, looking at the gradually unfocused dragon pupils, and said indifferently,

"I told you, I would show you what it means to be the strongest."

The giant dragon beneath his feet let out its final breath and then ceased all signs of life.

One of the oldest surviving Dragon Kings, the crimson flame that represented "Burning," had now fallen.

Without a doubt, Constantine ranked among the top three in strength among all the Dragon Kings Leon had slain thus far.

If circumstances allowed, Leon would have really liked to exchange a few more rounds with such a powerful opponent.

But unfortunately, Leon had "family matters" to attend to, so he couldn't afford to drag things out.

He needed to finish this quickly and rush home—he was in a hurry to hold his second child.

What's that?

You're saying it's actually because Mr. Leon completely drained his mana bar, so he didn't dare to prolong the fight?

Haha.

Then Mr. Leon can only tell you this:

If you're bad at something, practice more.

If you can't afford to lose, then don't play.

The past was the past, and the present is the present.

Bro, if you keep bringing up my empty mana bar, why don't you compare it to how I used to go around slaying Dragon Kings all the time?

Leon leaped from Constantine's dragon head.

The injured Shirley was clutching her right shoulder, limping toward him, accompanied by a few Silver Dragon warriors.

"Your Highness... So-So you're actually this strong…?", Shirley exclaimed in surprise.

'Nonsense. Three years ago, I might have even beaten up one of your little Silver Dragon relatives. Should I tell you that too?'

Leon removed his helmet, revealing his black hair and face, both of which were now mostly covered in blood that had seeped in through the gaps in his armor.

Normally, this appearance would be rather terrifying.

But this was a battlefield. Severed limbs were common—so what if he was covered in a little blood?

It was nothing.

Leon tucked his helmet under his waist and scanned the battlefield around him.

With Constantine dead, the soldiers of the Crimson Flame Dragon clan were now leaderless, fleeing in all directions like rats.

However, the Silver Dragon clan had also suffered significant casualties. Not to mention, not far away, Anna was critically wounded and barely holding on. If they pursued the remaining enemy troops now, it could cost them more than it was worth.

After some thought, Leon said, "The battle here is basically over. Don't chase desperate enemies—focus on regrouping. Take care of Constantine's corpse, chop off his dragon head, and hang it on the border of Silver Dragon territory. Then, send the remaining elite troops to guard the back mountain in case the enemy's remnants attempt a sneak attack. Lastly—"

He turned to look at Anna, who had just been severely injured by Constantine, "If you don't send a medic soon, your head maid is going to join Constantine on the other side."

Shirley snapped out of it and hurriedly dragged her wounded body toward Anna, "Head-Head! Hang in there! The medical team is on the way!"

[Anna: I'm tired. Let it all be destroyed. Living is fine, dying is fine too.]

The Silver Dragons sprang into action—some chopping heads, others tending to the wounded.

A few soldiers even gathered in a circle, stacking their tails on top of each other like some kind of celebratory ritual.

Seeing this, Leon smirked and muttered, "What a bromance-filled way to celebrate."

He looked away and took heavy steps toward the Silver Dragon Sanctuary.

'Damn it, you Silver Dragons have no manners. This prince worked so hard to kill Constantine for you, and not a single one of you is escorting me back?'

'If this is how you treat me, then next time an enemy attacks, I'll just lie in the fountain and take it easy.'

As Leon grumbled to himself, he suddenly heard approaching footsteps.

Looking up, he saw Milan approaching, followed by a few dragon guards carrying a stretcher.

The yoga teacher and the guards ran up to Leon and placed the stretcher on the ground.

Leon was momentarily stunned and glanced at it, "This… isn't for me, is it?"

"Yes, Your Highness, please lie down," Milan said seriously.

"…I don't think I'm at the point where I need to lie on a stretcher."

Leon had fought countless battles over the years and had only ever been carried on a stretcher once—and it wasn't even from getting injured in battle.

It was when he first joined the dragon-slaying army and, one evening, encountered the ultimate demonic meal: eggplant with carrots.

That night, the future strongest dragon slayer was stretchered straight to the hospital.

Died before even starting the mission—eggplant and carrot tears soaked his collar. His mentor laughed at him for two whole weeks.

'Ah, whatever. A real man doesn't dwell on past glories,' Leon sighed, pushed those memories aside, and obediently lay down on the stretcher.

If they kept calling him "Your Highness," he might as well enjoy a little royal treatment.

Two guards lifted the stretcher and carried him toward the Silver Dragon Sanctuary.

When they reached the front courtyard, Leon gestured for them to put him down.

"No need, Your Highness. We can carry you all the way inside," one of the guards said.

Leon waved his hand, "No, it's fine. I'll walk myself."

His mana bar had been completely drained within half an hour, leaving him utterly exhausted. But he couldn't just let himself be carried all the way in.

If his daughters saw him like that, they'd probably think their dad was seriously hurt.

He had a habit of acting tough. As a father—or perhaps, as a husband—no matter what he had been through outside, the moment he stepped through the door, he had to present his best self to his family.

So what if he had just slain the unmatched Crimson Flame Dragon King?

In the past, he might have carried Constantine's dragon horn around to show off to his comrades: Look, guys, your boy just earned a super high honor.

And he would have basked in their envious stares.

But now, he just wanted to go home and hug Noah and Luna—and check on his "wife" in labor.

Stripping off his armor and shedding his lightning, he once again became the best dad to his daughters.

And Rossweise's… fake husband.

Splat—

His steel boots stepped onto the sacred hall's stone steps.

With heavy, slow steps, he walked inside.

At the entrance of Rossweise's bedroom, he removed his black-gold armor and placed it in the adjacent nursery.

A little "house tour" for his old friend.

(Black-Gold Armor: Wow, thanks, bro.)

He also washed the blood off his face in the nursery's bathroom.

Wouldn't want to scare the kids.

After tidying up, Leon headed toward Rossweise's bedroom.

The doctors were still gathered around the bed.

Hearing the door open, Noah peeked out from the balcony. Seeing Leon, she immediately grabbed her sister's hand and ran over.

"Daddy!"

The two little dragon girls hugged him tightly.

Leon, barely able to stand, still did his best to return their embrace.

Two little dragon girls hugged him from left and right, burying their small heads in his waist.

Leon could barely stand now, but he still forced himself to hold up his body, responding to the hug of his two precious treasures.

He patted their heads and asked in a relaxed tone, "Is Daddy handsome or not?"

"Handsome, handsome, handsome! Daddy is the most handsome!", Noah did not hesitate to express her admiration and praise for her father.

Luna also shook the little ahoge on top of her head, "Daddy is the second most powerful dragon Luna has ever seen!"

Leon blinked, "Who is the first?"

"It's Mommy, because Daddy listens to Mommy the most," The little dragon girl answered seriously.

The strongest in the universe is not the Super Saiyan but the wife of the Super Saiyan.

'Hmm, that makes sense.'

But Leon was puzzled in his heart, 'Do I usually look like a henpecked husband?'

'No way, the mother dragon and I are evenly matched. I even solo-killed her quite a few times.'

'Oh… speaking of her.'

Leon's gaze turned toward the inside of the bedroom.

The few doctors who had been standing around the bedside consciously stepped aside to make way.

On the large bed, the baby's cries seemed to announce everything.

The two daughters beside him also obediently let go of his hands.

Leon stepped forward toward the bedside.

The weak silver-haired beauty was lying on her side on the bed, her slightly disheveled hair sticking to her cheeks in some places.

And beside her, there was now a swaddled infant.

The baby could not stop crying, eagerly breathing in the fresh air of this world.

At the break of dawn, the morning light poured in through the window, and the morning breeze blew, gently swaying the thin gauze curtains.

Amid the bursts of crying, black and silver eyes met each other.

At this moment, it seemed that any language had become weak and powerless.

Just quietly immersing in each other's gaze was already more powerful than a thousand words.

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The doctors consciously left Roswaisse's bedroom.

The two little ones also obediently waited on the side, leaving this hard-earned moment of peace for their parents.

At the bedside, one man and one dragon looked at each other.

After a brief moment of eye contact, Leon's gaze fell on the little baby.

He opened his mouth, wanting to ask something.

But there were too many questions, and for a moment, he didn't know where to begin.

Ten minutes ago, he was still a war god, decisive in killing, galloping across the battlefield.

But now, facing his wife who had just given birth and their baby, he seemed a little hesitant.

Leon had never welcomed the birth of a new life before.

To be honest, this should count as his first time experiencing the excitement of "I became a dad!".

After all, when Noah and Luna were born, he was still in a coma.

The first time he woke up and saw Luna, his feeling was "I became a dad out of nowhere," which was completely different from the emotions he was experiencing now as he welcomed his second baby's birth.

Of course, Leon would never favor one over the other because of this. His love for his daughters was equal and without distinction.

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