Chapter 207: Time to Find Next Mole

When it came to acting affectionate in front of their daughters, they had always been in perfect sync.

This kind of tacit understanding seemed innate, as if it was etched into their very bones. At first, they would rehearse in advance, ensuring that every display of affection would not reveal any flaws to their daughters.

But over time, this foolish couple no longer needed any rehearsals. They could go on stage without a hitch. Just one look was enough to know what the other was thinking and what needed to be done next.

This was the self-discipline of veteran actors.

At times, Rossweise would sigh and think: 'Life as a dragon is like a play, and acting is everything—'

'What?'

'Feelings?'

'What feelings?'

'There are no feelings between me and that damn man.'

'The reason we work so well together is entirely due to long-term familiarity—ah, pfft, pfft, pfft—not long-term familiarity breeding affection! It's... it's...'

'Practice makes perfect!'

'Yes, that's right, practice makes perfect.'

"Mommy."

"Hm?"

"Are you feeling unwell?"

"No, why do you ask?"

"Your wings look a bit red," Luna, sitting on the silver dragon's back, gazed at the wings to the side.

Hearing this, Leon and Noah also turned to look at Rossweise's dragon wings.

Indeed, they were a bit red.

"Ah... it's nothing, probably just the angle of the sunlight."

Their daughters had not yet reached the age where they could take on their dragon forms, so they didn't know that when dragons experienced emotional fluctuations, it would manifest in areas with dense blood vessels, like the wings.

Similar to blushing in human form.

But Leon, having dealt with dragons for so many years, certainly understood this physiological phenomenon.

Back when he was on the battlefield, every time he engaged in final combat with a Dragon King, they would vent their rage in dragon form before being slain.

In that state, regardless of their original color, their wings would always turn a shade of crimson.

But those Dragon Kings turned red because they were no match for General Leon and were pushed to their breaking point.

'Rossweise, on the other hand, isn't breaking down, so why is she turning red...?'

Leon couldn't figure it out and silently thought to himself: 'Women's thoughts are truly impossible to guess.'

After entering the Silver Dragon's territory, they soon arrived back at the sanctuary.

With the royal family returning, the maids who were temporarily free from work naturally gathered in the front yard to welcome them.

Anna took a bag from Leon's hands, which contained the clothes they had worn during their vacation. She then passed it to a nearby maid, instructing her to wash everything.

Of course, it did not include the swimsuit Rossweise had used for "emergency purposes."

Because that night, the couple had been too... intense, accidentally getting some "high-nutrient" substances on the swimsuit. So Rossweise figured it was better to wash it herself—or have their captive, Casmodeous, wash it.

Besides, the Silver Dragon Queen maintained an image in front of her maids as a conservative, aloof workaholic. Even after marriage, she and the Duke remained respectful, showing affection only in moderation.

They gave off the impression of a loving yet distant couple.

If her subordinates were to discover that, in private, the Queen had another side when facing her husband...

Then Rossweise would experience the ultimate social death—social death so severe it could be written into textbooks.

After a simple handover, Anna led the royal family to the dining hall, where the chefs had already prepared a homecoming feast.

At the dinner table, the two daughters who could talk were still enthusiastically discussing their beach trip.

As for the daughter who couldn't talk yet, she could only focus on eating.

The couple ate at a leisurely pace, occasionally looking at their daughters.

And every now and then, they would look at each other.

Then quickly look away.

It was as if making eye contact would bring them eight generations of bad luck.

But it wouldn't take long before the foolish husband and wife would once again, inexplicably yet perfectly, meet each other's gaze.

'Sigh.'

'Forget it, forget it.'

'This cursed fate can't be avoided, might as well go with it.'

After dinner, they played with their daughters for a while before Leon carried Little Light and returned to their room with Rossweise.

"When Aurora grows a little older, she can sleep in the nursery on her own," Entering the room, Rossweise spoke as she removed her high heels, eagerly slipping into her soft, comfortable dragon-wing slippers. Then, she stretched lazily with satisfaction.

Leon paused mid-step.

'Hiss...'

'Why does that sound like it has another meaning?'

'Once Aurora moves to the nursery, won't that mean only me and Rossweise would be left in this room?'

'Doesn't that mean she can continue doing whatever she wants?'

Leon suddenly felt a chill between his legs. He swallowed and chose not to continue this topic.

He placed their youngest daughter on the bed, gently coaxing her to sleep.

Watching his daughter's peaceful sleeping face, Leon couldn't help but smile.

'So this is what raising a child feels like—this is amazing!'

He reached out and brushed his broad palm gently over Little Light's chubby cheek. Soft, smooth—absolutely wonderful to the touch.

'Unfortunately, I haven't been able to see Noah and Luna as babies. They must have been adorable too.'

'Speaking of Noah...'

'Since my eldest daughter's worries are temporarily settled, it is time for me to handle serious business.'

In three months, he would have to meet his master in the mountain cave to exchange intel.

After tucking Little Light in, he sat on the bedside and looked up at Rossweise.

She had already changed into her nightgown and was sitting on the sofa, reviewing the work logs Anna had delivered earlier.

"Rossweise, I have a question for you. I'd like to hear your thoughts."

The Queen put down the logbook, resting her chin on one hand as she looked at Leon, "Hm? Sure, what question?"

"Don't you think it was too much of a coincidence that Constantine attacked right when you were about to give birth?"

Hearing this, Rossweise's eyes flickered. She slowly lowered her crossed legs and sat up straight.

As sharp as she was, she immediately understood what Leon was implying, "You're saying... there was a spy from Constantine inside my Silver Dragon clan?"

"Yeah. When I confirmed that Constantine was behind the attack, I vaguely sensed this problem."

Leon said, "But I never had time to examine it closely, so I wanted to hear your thoughts."

Honestly, Leon didn't particularly care if the Silver Dragon clan had been infiltrated. What he cared about was his daughters—

'Hiss! As for Rossweise... well, maybe she counts.'

'But only maybe! If something happens to her, our daughters will be sad.'

This was just caring by association, nothing more.

Back to the main point.

If the theory about an undercover agent was true, then this spy was already a threat to Leon's wife and children.

In that case, even if he had no interest in helping the Silver Dragon clan, he still had a reason to help Rossweise root out the spy.

Just like during the Crimson Flame Dragon's sudden attack, at first, Leon didn't immediately step in.

At the time, the Silver Dragon soldiers under Anna's command could still use the terrain to hold their ground, and Rossweise and their daughters were safe.

It wasn't until Constantine personally entered the battlefield, overwhelming Anna's defenses and truly threatening Rossweise and their daughters, that Leon donned his black-and-gold battle armor and charged in.

Being betrayed by the empire didn't mean Leon had let go of his grievances against dragonkind.

Rossweise was one of the rare dragon rulers who was more easygoing and focused on internal affairs. The majority of dragons were still aggressive and battle-hungry.

Rossweise pondered for a moment before replying, "Not much time has actually passed since Constantine's attack, and a lot of… unexpected incidents have happened in between, so I haven't really had time to think this matter through."

The so-called "unexpected incidents" likely referred to the days when Leon had returned to the empire.

For Rossweise, that was indeed an incident… significant enough to unsettle her mind and leave her with no time to think about other matters.

But as long as she didn't say it out loud, no matter how smart Leon was, he wouldn't be able to guess it.

She absolutely didn't want Leon to think she would lose her temper and be restless over him.

Bringing him back home after five days was already giving this damned man enough face.

If she gave him any more sweetness, his tail would probably wag up to the sky.

Sure enough, Leon's focus landed on the last half of Rossweise's sentence.

"Hmm… So what you mean is, you were also already aware that there might be a mole within your race?"

Rossweise nodded, "Of course. I originally planned to rest for a few days after you came back and then deal with this matter, but then we suddenly decided to go to the seaside, so I thought, let's talk about it after we return."

Leon blinked and asked with a smile, "Then weren't you worried that during these few days, that mole would stir up trouble? Or maybe escape?"

"Before leaving, I had already arranged for Anna to keep a close watch on the clansmen inside the sanctuary, especially the maid group."

Rossweise said, "After all, back then, the only ones who knew my exact due date were the maid group, so the mole is very likely among them."

After a pause, Rossweise also smiled and asked in return, "Then since you had already noticed this matter early on, why did you still want to take Noah and the others to the seaside first?"

Leon spread his hands. "I took my daughters away, so even if that mole wanted to keep causing trouble, they wouldn't be able to hurt them. And if that mole wanted to escape, let them run. Anyway, Constantine is already dead, where else could they possibly go?"

A textbook example of a doting father who only saw his daughters as the most important thing.

But Leon's latter analysis was indeed reasonable.

Adding in the fact that before leaving, Rossweise had instructed Anna to keep a close watch on the clansmen in the sanctuary, although the couple hadn't discussed it beforehand, the final result was still quite effective.

This—was called professionalism.

And just as Leon said, Constantine was dead, so the mole they were discussing now was probably still at a loss about their own future.

"Running away is impossible. First, because Anna has been keeping strict watch these past few days—if any clansmen try to escape, it would be an obvious sign that they have a guilty conscience, and the mole surely knows this as well."

Rossweise said, "Second, as you mentioned, Constantine has already fallen, and they have nowhere left to go. So… if we want to catch this mole, it actually won't be difficult."

After her words fell, the couple looked at each other at the same time.

Black and silver eyes met, with moonlight streaming in through the window.

After a brief moment, the two of them smiled simultaneously, then, in perfect sync, pointed their index fingers at each other, their expressions seeming to say, "Heh, as expected of you, kid."

"Mr. Casmodeous is truly the epitome of riding the wave when the wind is favorable."

"Miss Melkvei is also not far behind when compared to me."

This couple might appear to have nothing in common at all, no shared origins, no similar characteristics, but when it came to riding the momentum of a winning streak and letting loose, they were exactly alike.

Indeed, because of this mole, Constantine had chosen to attack Rossweise at her most vulnerable moment.

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