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Stop Calling Me "Mate"! I Only Defeated You Once, Not Married You! (Web Novel) - Volume 9, Chapter 14: Constantine's Request (2)
Volume 9, Chapter 14: Constantine's Request (2)
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He hadn’t dared let his wife hear any of this because if it didn’t work out in the end, Leon could laugh it off and be fine—but she would be genuinely hurt.Constantine would be genuinely hurt, too.
Even married for years, Leon wouldn’t dare guarantee:
“This will definitely work.”
At most he could offer a friend’s advice; actually making it happen would come down to Constantine himself.
By afternoon, Leon and Constantine reached Sky City.
Worth noting: the Blazing Sun Clan still didn’t know Constantine had inherited the Light.
That was his own wish. After the war, he’d repeatedly asked Orion and Fuyuan not to announce it yet.
Leon had heard him say so at the time. Constantine’s stated reason: he didn’t want to complicate his relationship with the Blazing Sun Clan.
Because no matter how you cut it, the Light was the power of their forebear Apollo. If Constantine now bore that power, what would he be to the Blazing Sun?
A new faith?
A new god?
Or something else?
Constantine hated trouble, so the reasoning was fair enough.
But now Leon suspected there was another reason—Orion.
Things between him and Orion were already delicate, and Orion was about to become the next City Lord. If the Light inheritance were made public, who knew what rumors would swirl among the Blazing Sun people.
Leon and Constantine both remembered well how Elder Cloti’s former liege had been hounded by public opinion—ultimately judged by the mob—after hiding in that shattered “Mountain of the Stars’ Shelter.”
So Orion would despise being gossiped about now.
In short:
Keep a low profile.
Leon approved—at least that was a step in the right direction.
Before a relationship begins, avoid burdening the girl with trouble.
Because Constantine’s Light inheritance wasn’t public, the two of them were received as ordinary guests on arrival in Blazing Sun City.
And the one assigned to receive them was Theresa.
The Blazing Sun guard... and a hardcore dragon-girl fanatic.
“Theresa, captain-general of the Blazing Sun Guard, here to receive Prince Leon of the Silver Dragons and the Red Flame Dragon King. Please, this way.”
With no “little dragon girls” around, Theresa was perfectly professional—heels together, hands clasped behind her back, spine straight, presence sharp.
Very much the air Orion had as captain back then.
Leon, however, wasn’t the solemn type in private. Leaning against the carriage, he teased:
“Got a promotion, Theresa? I remember you as Orion’s deputy.”
Theresa smiled.
“The captain’s about to resign and take the City Lord’s seat, so I’m filling in.”
She paused, glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then leaned toward Leon and lowered her voice. “By the way, Your Highness—what exactly happened the other day?”
Leon played dumb. “What do you mean?”
“The bit with the sun’s core,” Theresa said. “Here in Blazing Sun, everyone felt like ants on a hot griddle—as if the world was about to end—and both the old and new City Lords and Orion vanished. When they came back, all they said was the Old City Lord betrayed us, Lord Fuyuan resigned in shame, and Orion would assume the City Lordship. As for what actually happened—or who reignited the sun—they said nothing. Can you tell me what you know?”
Leon angled a look at Constantine.
The fire-breather stood with arms folded, eyes shut, clearly unwilling to join the conversation.
Even so, Leon knew what could and couldn’t be said. He drew his gaze back to Theresa.
“I don’t know much either. Bottom line: the crisis passed. You and your bestie nearly lost the Light—good enough outcome, isn’t it?”
Theresa scratched her head, clicking her tongue.
“Good, sure. But being kept in the dark... doesn’t feel great.”
Leon patted her shoulder.
“Maybe everyone will know in time. For now, don’t stew on it.”
Theresa sighed.
“Alright. Get in—I’ll take you to the post house to rest.”
“Thanks.”
On the way, Leon asked:
“Where are your big brother and Cloti?”
Constantine opened his eyes.
“They’re not living in the main city. Given Cloti’s... particular identity, she can’t just return out of the blue. They’re waiting for the right moment. For someone who’s ‘been dead’ nearly a century to appear again in her homeland—even to long-lived Blazing Sun folk—that’s... a lot.
“So Wu and Cloti aren’t wrong—spend some time nearby and let everyone adjust.”
Ten minutes later they arrived at the post house.
“The captain should still be tied up with the elders—background checks and the whole process. She’s been getting back late every day,” Theresa said. “Rest here for now. I’ll tell her to meet you tonight.”
“Much appreciated.”
She waved them off with a smile.
“Rooms are ready. I won’t intrude.”
Leon and Constantine didn’t head to their rooms yet; they went to the teahouse and found a window seat.
A pot of hot tea arrived. Leon filled Constantine’s cup, then his own, and took a light sip. Not bad.
“How are you going to start?” Leon set his cup down.
Constantine’s gaze shifted. After a brief hesitation, he said:
“Tell me your idea first.”
“My idea?...Fine. If you’ve got no plan, I’ll start.”
Constantine sipped and listened quietly.
“First, you can’t lead with a confession. However tactfully you phrase it, it’s still abrupt to a girl. Try small talk; then slowly steer toward the two of you. It’ll feel less awkward.
Second, Orion’s been buried in the succession procedures. Theresa just said she’s out late every night. She’s going to be irritable. That’s your opening. Use your own experience to steady her and offer advice.
Finally—and most important—stay calm. A confession isn’t a lottery ticket; it’s an exchange. You only confess when you’re sure the girl in front of you likes you the way you like her. Got it?”
Constantine mulled it over, eyes lowered to the steaming cup, his face reflected in the surface. After several minutes he looked up.
Just as Leon thought the fire-breather had achieved enlightenment and was about to shine... Constantine said, dead serious:
“But that’s not how it works in romance novels.”
Leon went stock-still, like he’d been struck by lightning. He blinked and finally croaked:
“Ro—romance novels?”
Constantine nodded without changing expression.
“Yes. Romance novels. Why not confess straight away? Romance novels don’t do that. I shouldn’t go chat with her—that would only reduce my mystique. I should send the occasional gift, then share ambiguous moments on special days. Finally, when a particular event moves her, I declare myself; she’s overwhelmed; and we get together. If we just chat like usual, how do we highlight the shock and surprise of the final confession?”
The long sentence left even Constantine needing a deep breath, and he continued just as gravely:
“That’s what I’ve learned from romance novels recently. There are some with... post-confession immediate-start scenarios. I can’t describe them here, and I’m not personally very interested.”
Leon smacked the table.
“Who asked!”
He covered his face, calmed himself, and couldn’t help griping:
“Why do you Dragons all try to learn dating from romance novels... Can you learn anything from those?”
Back in the exploration phase, Rosvisser had been obsessed with them too—half their “exchange homework” came straight from novel tropes.
That was the “special scenario” Constantine meant.
“Isn’t it learnable? I thought if it’s in books, it must be reliable.” Constantine sighed lightly. “Who’d have thought confessing could be so hard.”
They sat in silence for over a minute before Constantine asked:
“Then how did you confess to the Silver Dragon Queen?”
“She confessed first.”
“She—she did?”
Leon waved it off.
“Our case is special. Not for a beginner to imitate.”
He stood.
“Come on. If you want to confess to a Blazing Sun girl, you should start by understanding Blazing Sun culture. Let’s walk the city, see what we pick up—maybe we’ll get an idea.”
