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    Loseweather silently covered her face.

    No way.

    It’s too much of an “adult male seizure version of Mourne”.

    Could there really be such an abstract side to the great dragonslayer’s heart?

    “Say something wife, how about we have a second child?”

    “Ah well, well, to have two children to have two children, not only do we want two children, we want three and four as well.”

    Loseweather started to go along with him, “It’s not like we dragons have family planning anyway.”

    “Good eh! Honey you’re great! muuuuuuu~~~”

    Leon pouted and was about to kiss it.

    Loseweather hurriedly raised her hand over his face, “Don’t take advantage of the situation, idiot.”

    Yet this mu, he, Leon, must a out today.

    “muuuua!”

    Finally, he placed a kiss on Losweather’s tail.

    ……

    ……

    It was the most breathless night in two hundred years of Loseweather’s life.

    The sad thing is, this may just be the beginning of the night.

    “Wife.” His tone suddenly turned sharply lower.

    “What again?”

    THUD–

    Leon suddenly leaned sideways against Los Vesper’s shoulder.

    Loseweather’s body shuddered, but she didn’t push him away, letting him lean against her like that.

    “Mom and Dad miss you too.”

    Leon looked down at the floor with a tone of despondency and loneliness that was hard to hide, “It seems like it’s been two years since we’ve been home. When are you coming home with me to see them?”

    Dad and Mom ……

    Ah.

    It’s about his master and mistress, isn’t it?

    Lossweather turned her head sideways, her chin brushing his hair absently, and she raised her hand, patting his cheek softly as she said.

    “We’ll go back once we’re settled.”

    “Really wife?”

    Losweather hesitated and nodded, “Well, really.”

    “Wife you’re so nice!”

    Booing and kissing another mouthful on Losweather’s tail.

    But this time, the Queen didn’t dislike it or reject it.

    She just stared blankly at the side of the man’s face.

    No.

    Perhaps at this moment in time, he was no prima donna Imperial Dragonslayer.

    He was just a …… homesick teenager.

    However, as fate would have it, even if I wanted to go back, I couldn’t.

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