Book 3: Chapter 120 (2) |
Rebecca paused, then added, “So, Captain, if you want to go out for a walk, we can arrange it. Don’t worry, it’s safe.”
Leon hadn’t expected that in this time, his master and Rebecca had grown the Lionheart Society to such a scale.
No wonder when Leon told his master a few days ago that he wanted to formally declare war on the Empire, the old guy didn’t try to dissuade him. Turns out he had unwavering confidence in this revolutionary group resisting the Empire.
So… should they go out for a walk?
Leon glanced at Roswitha, a slightly *ill-timed* idea sprouting in his mind.
He opened his mouth, but the words caught in his throat, and he swallowed them.
*Forget it… business comes first. Better—*
“Sister-in-law, you’ve never strolled around human districts, have you?” Rebecca suddenly asked.
“There are still three days until the Thousand Lantern Festival, so why don’t you two go on a quick date before then?”
“Stop messing around. With a big battle looming, who has time for a date?” Leon said.
Rebecca narrowed her eyes, sizing up the Captain.
She might be slow on the uptake, but she could still read basic cues.
Especially since the Captain was practically screaming *“saying one thing but meaning another”* with his face.
And the beautiful sister-in-law beside him? When Rebecca mentioned that even Leon could go out at specific times, Roswitha started zoning out.
What she was thinking about was obvious.
But since this couple was more stubborn than the other, Rebecca couldn’t just persuade them outright.
So she had to…
“Captain, don’t we need to collect more recording stones? The Lionheart Society members here alone aren’t enough, so you and your sister-in-law will have to do some fieldwork too, right?”
“Uh, well…”
“Nacho, allocate them some date funding—er, I mean, procurement funding. They’re not allowed back until they’ve spent it all,” Rebecca said, hands on hips, taking charge on the spot.
Nacho spread his hands, then backed Rebecca up,
“You two going out for a stroll won’t affect our Thousand Lantern Festival plans, as long as you’re back by midnight tomorrow.”
“Plus, Leon, you haven’t been back to the Empire in years. Setting aside the corrupt rulers, this was once your homeland. So before you save it, take one last look at what it’s like now—isn’t that nice?”
With logic and emotion, the two key Lionheart Society members urged the couple to go out, showing it wouldn’t impact their plans three days from now.
Any more refusal would just make everyone uncomfortable.
The couple exchanged a glance.
Finally, Leon said,
“Alright, we’ll head out tomorrow to collect some recording stones.”
Rebecca nodded eagerly, “Yes, yes, that’s the spirit! Show sister-in-law around.”
Weirdly, it felt like a *nostalgic vibe of rural relatives visiting the city*.
…
Although the Lionheart Society had insiders in the Empire’s mid-district and below, as Rebecca had said, if Leon and his wife wanted to go out for a stroll, they still needed to do some disguising.
And it had to be at specific times.
Thus, in a private room of the Lionheart Society, Leon and Roswitha were getting ready for their fieldwork disguise with the help of several women.
Leon’s disguise was simple enough—just sunglasses and a change of clothes.
But Roswitha’s side was proving more challenging.
First, the queen’s hair color was far too distinctive. While there were some silver-haired individuals in the Empire, they were extremely rare, so going out with a head of radiant silver hair would inevitably draw too much attention.
Second, the women in charge of makeup realized their current client was unlike any before. Roswitha’s face, like a work of art, couldn’t be dimmed by light makeup, heavy makeup, or any other style—they all failed to mask her stunning beauty.
Finally, upon learning they were to do makeup for a Dragon King, the women were terrified.
*Good grief*, they’d always done makeup for Lionheart Society undercover agents, like Nacho’s beggar disguise.
But doing makeup for a Dragon King… no human had probably ever tried that.
Roswitha naturally noticed the women’s hesitation and didn’t make things harder for them.
“I’ll handle it myself. Thanks for your efforts.”
With that, Roswitha picked up a comb and began redoing her hair.
She wanted a more low-key hairstyle.
Maybe pinning all her hair up would be better?
The women exchanged glances.
After some silent communication and internal debate, the lead woman stepped forward,
“We… we have some different styles of wigs. Would you like to take a look?”
The question lacked a proper address at the start or end, which was technically impolite.
But it wasn’t the makeup woman’s fault—she genuinely didn’t know how to address a Dragon King.
Roswitha raised her delicate brows, “Wigs? Hmm, sure.”
“Good. Midi, go grab the wigs.”
“Yes.”
Soon, various styles of wigs were brought over.
Roswitha carefully browsed through them.
Finally, her gaze settled on a long, straight black wig.
“This one.”
“Yes, black hair is the most low-key.”
Low-key, indeed.
But Roswitha’s reason for choosing the black wig was more because…
She liked black.
Just like a certain someone’s hair color.
“We’ll help you put it on.”
“Alright, thanks.”