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Stop Calling Me "Mate"! I Only Defeated You Once, Not Married You! (Web Novel) - Volume 8, Chapter 58: A Seasoned Veteran
Volume 8, Chapter 58: A Seasoned Veteran
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Rosvisser walked up beside Leon, folding her arms, and followed his gaze to Constantine and Orion as they talked. After watching a moment, the queen asked softly:“What happened? Why do Constantine and Orion look so familiar with each other?”
Leon let out a long breath, shoved his hands in his pockets, and shook his head.
“No idea. By rights, Hefei should be the only one close to Orion. How come those two look even closer after coming back from Dragon Island?”
He paused, as if something had just occurred to him.
“Don’t tell me that guy Constantine’s taken a liking to her?”
Rosvisser blinked, then smiled, then let out a little snort.
“Impossible. We dragon kings basically don’t develop feelings for other races.”
Leon: “Want to look your husband in the eye and say that again?”
Rosvisser relaxed her shoulders.
“That’s why I said ‘basically.’ Anyway, I don’t think Constantine’s into Orion like you say. Too unrealistic.”
“Care to bet?”
“What?”
“I bet Constantine’s into Orion. If I win, you owe me a month of the new bunny outfits.”
Rosvisser arched a perfect brow. “And if you lose?”
“Do with me as you please.”
“Husband, you do realize your domestic standing lately: win or lose, I’m doing as I please. Your wager is meaningless.”
The past couple of days, the two of them had still been adjusting after the Time-Web world—though really, it was Rosvisser who was still adjusting. In that simulated world, she had lived through years of experiences, and now all of those emotions and memories were compressing back into her real body. She was still in the middle of processing it. So of course she wasn’t about to entertain Leon’s sneaky little betting games right now.
Seeing his ploy laid bare, Leon pouted. “Fine, no bet. Then I’ll just stick to my view and wager—that the fire dragon’s feelings have begun to stir.”
“Suit yourself.”
Rosvisser wasn’t as nosy as Leon about other people’s love lives. “I just heard from the city lord’s office they’re still preparing tomorrow’s eclipse banquet, so he’ll be a while before he comes here. Want to go out and walk around?”
Leon nodded. “Sure.”
“Mm. By the way—where’s Muse? I leave you to watch our child for one minute and you lose her?”
Leon chuckled and jerked his chin toward a spot not far away, where Teresa was glued to Muse. “There. Looks like she won’t be escaping anytime soon.”
Rosvisser glanced at their daughter being vigorously hugged and petted, and gave a helpless little snort. “Let’s go say hi to Muse first, then we’ll stroll.”
“Okay.”
They walked over to speak with Muse, and Teresa promised to look after her.
Then the couple left the guild hall.
Out on the streets of Blazing Sun City, the festival atmosphere was in full bloom. Vendors’ cries rang through every alley; children, dressed in new clothes, chased each other laughing. Now and then a few dogs sprinted down the street; a handful of stray cats lounged on the eaves, basking lazily in the sun. It was a picture of easy contentment.
Hand in hand, the two crossed the streets toward the central plaza.
It was the largest public space in the city. According to the townsfolk, the viewing tomorrow would take place here. The city lord had even built a special platform for closer observation of the eclipse.
From a distance, Leon and Rosvisser could already see the towering structure—dozens of meters tall.
The sunlight was a bit harsh. Leon raised a hand to shade his brow as he peered at the platform. “City Lord Fuyuan really went big for this viewing.”
“Mm. A once-in-decades eclipse is a rare event for the Blazing Sun Clan,” Rosvisser said. “Hosting this viewing has become a way to promote exchange between the clans. Even if City Lord Fuyuan had issues with descendants of other original deities before, for his clan’s future he has to put real effort into diplomacy now.”
“The logic’s pretty straightforward.”
The Blazing Sun Clan had already fallen out of favor with their ‘true father,’ Apollo. Compared to other divine descendants, their strength and development had lagged far behind. They talked about cutting ties, but the moment you offered a step down, City Lord Fuyuan took it faster than anyone. Luckily Leon had read their mood—after some arranging and outreach, here they all were today.
“But...” Leon glanced up at the colossal platform. “How come I don’t see any entrance or stairs? With a platform that high and no staircase, how are we supposed to get up there?”
Rosvisser noticed it too and ventured, “Maybe it isn’t finished?”
“Tomorrow’s the viewing. Saying it isn’t finished won’t fly.” Leon couldn’t help grumbling, “Let’s hope City Lord Fuyuan really has everything arranged. We didn’t come all this way just to end up climbing on our own to look at the sun, did we?”
Rosvisser laughed at his grousing and gave his chest a light pat. “Relax. For something this important, the clan lord won’t botch it. We don’t need to worry.”
Leon was about to say more when a voice behind them cut in:
“Lady Rosvisser is correct. Our viewing platform is designed precisely that way.”
They turned toward the speaker.
A woman with a mane of brilliant golden hair approached at an easy pace—long legs in leather boots, the plates at her waist swaying gently with each step. It was the guard captain, Orion Pyx.
She held Hefei by the hand, with Constantine following behind.
“The new city lord’s preparations have been long in the making. He won’t disappoint,” Orion said.
Leon raised a brow. “Care to share how we’re supposed to get up there tomorrow?”
“Dragons could fly up, of course, but that’s beside the point,” Rosvisser added. “A high platform without stairs is puzzling, so you can’t blame the general for being curious.”
“You’ll have to wait for tomorrow’s reveal,” Orion replied. “Please look forward to it.”
The icy captain could be coy, it seemed.
Husband and wife exchanged a look and smiled.
“In that case, we won’t press.”
Leon’s gaze drifted past Orion to Constantine, gave him a quick once-over, and asked,
“So you two are...?”
Orion: “Strolling.”
The flame dragon: “Taking a walk.”
They glanced at each other—then promptly corrected themselves.
Orion: “Taking a walk.”
The flame dragon: “Strolling.”
Leon couldn’t help clapping slowly.
“I’d love to measure your synchronization score.”
Rosvisser leaned in by his ear and whispered, “Do you still think there’s nothing between them?”
“Oh, there’s something, all right. Not everyone’s fated-pair like us.”
“Do you want me to vomit here beside the city’s biggest plaza?”
Leon rolled his eyes and let it go.
Orion released Hefei’s hand, murmured a few words to her, then turned to the couple.
“Lady Rosvisser, may I have a word? I have a few questions I’d like your advice on.”
The queen blinked. “Why not ask them here?”
Orion faltered, brushing at her temple a touch awkwardly. “It’s... a topic between girls. Or rather, women.”
Rosvisser gave a thoughtful little “Oh.”
“All right. Come on.”
The two women stepped aside and began to talk in low voices.
Watching their backs, Leon muttered:
“What ‘topic between women’... so mysterious.”
“Fine. If women have women’s topics, then Constantine and I have men’s.”
“I want to get a closer look at the platform,” Hefei said.
“Okay. Don’t go too far.”
“Yes!”
Hefei trotted off along the path toward the viewing platform.
Leon walked over to Constantine.
The two men stood in silence, staring at each other.
After a while, Constantine broke first.
“What do you want to say?”
“How do you know I want to say anything? Can’t I just look at you?” Leon grinned, half-smirk, half-smile.
Constantine shot him a sidelong glance, lifted an arm, and rumbled, “Out with it.”
Putting on an air of mystery, Leon pondered a beat, then asked:
“That person you’ve been dreaming about... is it—”
“No.”
Leon smiled. “I hadn’t even said who yet.”
“...”
“...Yes.”
Leon exhaled in a long whoosh, clapped Constantine’s shoulder, and, in the tone of a seasoned veteran, said:
“It’s fine, brother. I get you. My wife and I swore up and down at the start we didn’t like each other either. And then...”
Constantine raised a brow. “And then?”
Leon puffed out his chest with pride.
“Then we had four kids—plus one adopted.”
