Book 3: Chapter 126 (2) |
Roswitha took a few steps forward, then turned back. She didn’t smile, her eyes and expression deadly serious,
“Because you’re my captive. If I haven’t *tamed* you properly, I’m responsible too.”
…
*What the heck, seriously.*
Leon scoffed, stepping forward and spreading his arms, catching Roswitha off guard with a bear hug.
By the time Roswitha realized, it was too late.
“Hey, what are you doing? In broad daylight, on the street, with so many people watching—let go, you idiot!”
Roswitha struggled symbolically for a moment.
Only then did she stop, letting him hold her.
Compared to Rebecca, Tag, or Charlotte, Roswitha might not have spent the most time with Leon, but…
She was definitely the one who understood him best.
Right now, Leon didn’t need comfort, encouragement, or provocation.
What he needed was… companionship.
And Roswitha’s stance, as always:
*No matter what happens, no matter the outcome, I’ll face it with you.*
Like the family sports day at St. Hiss Academy, like the battle against the Radiant Star Dragon King, like the “trip” to the Far North, like…
Every moment in the past.
After hugging enough, Leon let go.
Roswitha quickly pushed him away, adjusting her wig,
“Really, a grown man and you’re not embarrassed.”
“Got carried away, wifey.”
Roswitha shot him a fake-disgusted glance, “Don’t call me wifey, and not so affectionately either.”
Leon spread his hands innocently, “Didn’t you say yesterday that out here, you’re my wife?”
“Yesterday was yesterday, today is today. Today, you’re my captive, and I’m your queen.”
“…That’s some *lightning-fast face-changing*.”
“Mind your own business.”
Her steadfast support for Leon was as consistent as ever, and her *face-changing speed*… just as consistent.
As the couple bickered, Leon suddenly felt a light breeze brush past him.
He didn’t think much of it.
But Roswitha’s expression shifted subtly.
“If you ask me, Mother Dragon, your stubborn mouth is so tough even my Thousand Birds couldn’t pierce it.”
Faced with the jerk’s teasing, Roswitha ignored him, instead listening behind him,
“If Thousand Birds can’t pierce it, could it be a speed issue?”
Leon froze. What, was the Great Mother Dragon really about to discuss magic techniques with him?
“Uh… you’ve seen my speed. It’s fast, *suuuuper* fast.”
Only then did Roswitha slowly raise her hand, pointing behind Leon, and ask calmly,
“If you’re that fast, then you can surely catch the thief who just stole your wallet, right?”
Leon: *Nani?!* (ΩДΩ)
Leon whipped around, spotting a black figure darting into an alley.
Roswitha leisurely patted his shoulder,
“A reminder: that wallet has the procurement funds Rebecca gave us. We still need to buy some paper lanterns.”
Leon smirked, “Just a petty thief. Watch me *bring him to justice* in minutes.”
Roswitha covered her mouth, chuckling, then clapped, feigning admiration, “Wow~ Hubby’s so awesome~”
“Now I’m your hubby again, not your captive?”
“Whether you’re hubby or captive, I decide.”
Leon waved her off, done bickering, and chased after the thief.
Roswitha followed close behind.
Truth be told, the former Empire’s top dragon-slayer and the speed-renowned Silver Dragon Queen teaming up to catch a thief was like *using an anti-aircraft gun to swat a mosquito*—
Overkill.
*Poor couple, they only need to worry about toppling the dog emperor, but us petty thieves have so much more to deal with.*
The thief dodged left and right, weaving through the Mid-District’s alleys and lanes.
Clearly an expert—otherwise, he wouldn’t be this skilled.
But he overlooked one thing:
Leon grew up here too.
The three gave chase, and soon Leon and Roswitha caught sight of the thief’s back.
They rushed into a narrow alley. Leon’s peripheral vision caught a wooden stick leaning against the wall, and inspiration struck.
Leon grabbed the stick, charging at the thief!—
“Hmph, think you can escape? Lightning—Whirlwind—Oof!”
Before General Leon could finish shouting his move’s name, the thief made a sharp turn at the corner ahead. Leon couldn’t react in time, barreling straight into a pile of cardboard boxes.
The thief got away.
Roswitha strolled up, glancing at the thief’s retreating figure, then turned her gaze to Leon sprawled in the boxes. She crossed her arms, a smirk on her lips,
“Lightning Whirlwind what?”
“Slash!”
“Wow, such a domineering move. Is the effect to *slash* yourself into a pile of cardboard boxes?”
Teasing, Roswitha extended a hand, pulling the idiot out of the boxes.
Leon turned to the direction the thief had fled, muttering darkly,
“I’ve changed my mind. Besides *bringing him to justice*, I’m gonna shove his head into a cardboard box.”
Roswitha snorted, “Fine, let’s keep going. Let’s see who catches him first.”
Leon raised an eyebrow, his newly ignited fighting spirit stoked even higher by Roswitha’s challenge.
“Alright, let’s race!”
*Mr. Thief, why’d you have to mess with him?!*
…
Will didn’t consider himself a thief.
Because he never stole from ordinary people’s wallets—only from the wealthy, especially the high-ranking nobles wandering the Mid-District.
So, his behavior was commonly known among the masses as—
*Robbing the rich to help the poor*.
Of course, Will was robbing others’ riches to help his own poverty.
Like that couple just now, hugging and flaunting their love on the main street—they were obviously from the Upper District, big shots.
Maybe even royal aristocrats.
Despite their plain clothing, their every move exuded elegance and poise.