Vol 8. Chapter 13: After Retirement, Don’t Start Raising Donkeys

The passing of her mentor, and Orion’s own past, had shaped her into who she was today.

Leon and Rosvisser also believed that this young captain of the guard would carry out her vow.

One day in the future, when calamity fell upon the Blazing Sun, Orion would surely be the first to stand at the front.

Of course, a disaster severe enough to endanger the Blazing Sun clan would inevitably scar the entire continent of Samael as well.

And when that day came, it would not be Orion’s fight alone.

Leon had saved this continent from disaster more than once. He had never considered himself some savior, but he also did not mind helping a few more times.

Because no matter what kind of crisis—whether powerful foes or natural catastrophes—if one clearly had the ability to stop it but chose instead to protect oneself, that crisis would sooner or later reach the people one cared for.

That was the driving force for Leon and Rosvisser all along.

After bidding farewell to Orion and the Blazing Sun clan, the couple returned to the Silver Dragon Sanctuary.

In the days that followed, reports began arriving one after another—from Sherry’s investigation team, from the Academy, from the dragon clans, from Sky City, even from the Human Empire—about fragments of the Demon Sword.

Just as Leon had anticipated, this was Atos’s contingency.

That mad # Nоvеlight # tyrant, even after being forced back into the Void, had left shards of the Demon Sword scattered across Samael. Quietly, they began corrupting the land, turning it little by little into Void territory.

Fortunately, Leon and his companions discovered it quickly and acted just as fast, preventing greater hidden dangers.

Still, judging by the number of fragments already found, many more remained unaccounted for.

They would have to stay vigilant, to continue searching for Demon Sword fragments. They could never afford to slacken.

One winter night, Rosvisser was working overtime in the study adjoining their bedroom, handling the day’s paperwork.

Before long, Leon walked in and set a cup of hot milk on her desk.

“How many reports do you have left?” Leon circled behind her and gently massaged her shoulders.

Rosvisser kept her eyes on the file in her hands, one hand flipping through pages while the other groped toward the cup of milk on the table.

She missed twice. Leon chuckled behind her, slid the cup closer until her fingers brushed it.

“Clumsy wife,” he teased softly. Rosvisser finally found the cup, lifted it, and took a small sip of the steaming milk.

“Almost done,” she said.

Leon kneaded her shoulders as he glanced at the report.

“What’s this about?”

“A list of assessment plans for students’ parents, from the Academy,” Rosvisser said. “Not long ago, Muse and the others’ outdoor practical exam was cut short because of the Demon Sword fragments. Now the Academy plans to restart the assessments. With Samael so unsettled these years, parents naturally worry about their children’s safety. So this time the Academy wants to gather input and see what ideas the parents have.”

Leon nodded in understanding.

“A little lower,” Rosvisser suddenly said.

“Huh?” Leon blinked.

“Lower than the shoulder. Press there. It’s sore.”

“Got it. How about this? Satisfied, wife?”

“Mmm, not bad. The young man’s got skill. How many years has it been now?”

“You don’t need to turn around—I know you’re holding back a laugh when you say that.”

The queen’s lips curled with a smile as she hummed a cheerful tune under her breath.

“These past years I’ve worked so much overtime, my shoulders and back are sore. It really takes it out of me—ahh... mm...”

Leon immediately stopped. “Did that hurt?”

“It felt good.”

Rosvisser kept laughing. “I’m serious, husband. After retirement, don’t start some farm raising donkeys. Open a blind massage clinic instead—you’ll make a fortune.”

“I get the massage part. What’s with the ‘blind’?”

“You don’t get it. Add the word ‘blind’ and you can charge more.”

“Then to play the role convincingly, I’d better start practicing blind jokes now.” Leon’s face was dead serious.

Rosvisser arched a brow. “Oh? And how do you plan to practice—hey, hey, where do you think your hands are going? Massage, massage, and you actually press down to the base of my tail?”

As the pressure reached her tail root, Rosvisser’s body twitched lightly, unable to stop herself.

Her nightgown was already loose. With that little twist, the sight of her chest spilled freely into Leon’s view.

“Liar. I wasn’t closing my eyes at all. I did it on purpose.”

“Haha, thank you. Otherwise I’d still be in the dark.”

Rosvisser rolled her eyes, reached back, and pulled Leon’s hand away from the base of her tail.

“If she didn’t stop him, this rascal’s hand would soon be reaching even lower.”

“Wait a bit, let me finish this first,” Rosvisser said.

“Your husband will have to give the lady queen another massage after the next test.”

Ten minutes or so later, Rosvisser let out a faint hum.

Leon’s sharp ears caught it. “What is it?”

“These exam proposals from the Academy and the parents... they don’t look very good.” Rosvisser frowned.

“They’re either too old-fashioned, or else they can’t guarantee safety.

And with winter break coming, if the outdoor exam isn’t done before then, it’ll have to wait until next term. That’ll throw the kids’ entire schedule into chaos.”

She shut the report and leaned back in her chair.

Closing her eyes, she massaged her collarbone. Leon’s voice came from behind her:

“Then do you have any good ideas, Ross?”

Rosvisser shook her head.

“I’m not skilled in planning exams. The Academy did want to copy some things, but those are already written here. Actually carrying them out... not very feasible.”

She paused, then suddenly turned to face him.

Leon didn’t react in time, his hands still hovering in mid-air from massaging her shoulders.

Rosvisser caught his hand, pressed it into her own palm, and placed it on her knee.

Lifting her gaze, she looked at him with deep meaning.

“Don’t you have some good idea, our Silver Dragon clan’s idea king?”

“It’s been a long time since you called me that—Idea King Leon.”

Leon laughed, teasing, but he still gave it thought. After a moment’s silence, he said:

“Actually, I really do have a decent suggestion.”

Rosvisser’s eyes lit up.

“Oh? What is it?”

...

“A joint... assessment?”

In the principal’s office at Saint Heath Academy, Claudia put down the work report in her hands.

It was the Melkvey family’s suggestions for resuming the outdoor exam.

The blue-haired beauty crossed her long legs, tapping her finger rhythmically against the desk as her thoughts turned over.

After a moment, she summoned her assistant, Samantha.

“What do you need, Vice Principal?”

“Go invite the prince and his wife here.”

“Yes, Vice Principal.”

The elders’ council had nearly driven the school mad over whether to restart the exams.

Now the letter from Leon and Rosvisser truly let her breathe a sigh of relief.

For the first time in a while, she smiled, nodding with satisfaction.

“That couple always manages to come up with something new.”