Upon hearing this, Roswitha's eyes flickered slightly. She slowly lowered her crossed legs and straightened her posture, which had been lazily reclining on the sofa.
Being as sharp as she is, she naturally catches the meaning behind Leon's words.
"You mean to say, there's a Constantine-placed mole within our Silver Dragon Clan?"
"Yes." Leon replied. "When Constantine attacked, I faintly began to suspect the possibility. But I never had the time to examine it in detail, so now I’m asking for your perspective."
Frankly, Leon didn’t particularly care whether the Silver Dragon Clan had been infiltrated by outsiders. What truly mattered to him was his daughter—
Hiss. Well, and maybe Roswitha… begrudgingly.
To be clear, 'just begrudgingly'. After all, if something were to happen to her, his daughters would be heartbroken too.
Yes, it was simply out of love for his daughters. Nothing more.
Back on topic.
If the conjecture about a mole within the Silver Dragon Clan turned out to be true, then this spy undoubtedly posed a direct threat to Leon's wife and children.
Given that, even if he had no intention of helping the Silver Dragon Clan, it was still necessary either to warn Roswitha or assist her in exposing this mole.
Just like when the Red Flame Dragon Clan suddenly launched an attack back then. Leon didn’t step in immediately.
From the way the battle unfolded at the start, the silver dragon troops led by Anna could have used the terrain to fend off the enemy’s offensive. Roswitha and Noa were safe as well.
It wasn’t until Constantine personally entered the fray, using an overwhelming force to crush Anna's defensive line and putting Roswitha and the children in real danger, that Leon donned the Black Gold Chariot again to head to the battlefield.
Being betrayed by the Empire didn’t mean Leon could easily let go of his grudge against the Dragon Clan as a whole.
Dragons like Roswitha—more non-aggressive and focused on internal clan affairs—were exceedingly rare within the Dragon Clan. The majority were inherently fierce and combative.
Roswitha pondered briefly before replying, "From Constantine's attack until now, not much time has actually passed. Meanwhile, quite a lot of… unexpected things happened, so I haven’t had the chance to think it through carefully."
By "a lot of unexpected things," she was likely referring to Leon’s brief return to the Empire.
To Roswitha, that indeed was an event… enough to unsettle her mind and leave her too distracted to consider anything else.
Though of course, if she didn’t say so directly, no matter how intelligent Leon was, he wouldn’t be able to figure it out.
There was no way she’d let Leon think she’d lose her composure or be so distraught just because of him.
Waiting five days for him and going to fetch him home was already giving this bastard more than enough face.
If she showed him any more goodwill, his ego might very well soar to the heavens.
As expected, Leon’s attention latched onto the last part of her words.
"Hmm… You mean you had already suspected there might be a mole within the clan for some time?"
Roswitha nodded. "Of course. I originally planned to rest a few days after your return before addressing this, but then we decided to go to the beach. I figured I’d deal with it after we returned."
Leon blinked, grinning as he asked, "And you weren’t worried that this delay of a few days might give the mole a chance to act maliciously? Or worse, escape?"
"I already instructed Anna before we departed to keep a close watch on the clan members in the Sanctum, especially the Maid Squad," Roswitha explained. "After all, back when the exact timing of my labor was revealed, only the Maid Squad knew about it. So there's a high probability the mole is among them."
After a brief pause, Roswitha countered with a smile of her own, "And since you’ve known about this issue for a while, why did you still want to take Noa and the others to the beach?"
Leon shrugged. "I took our daughters out. Even if the mole wants to cause trouble, they can’t harm the kids. And should the mole want to flee, then let them. Constantine’s dead; where could they possibly run to?"
A certified doting father only ever had his daughters as his sole priority.
That said, Leon’s latter analysis was undeniably logical.
And when combined with Roswitha’s pre-trip instructions to Anna to keep an eye on the clan members in the Sanctum, the two may not have coordinated their efforts beforehand, but the outcome was rather effective nonetheless.
That's what we call expertise.
Just as Leon had alluded to, with Constantine dead, the mole they were now discussing was probably beside themselves, lacking any idea of where they might go next.
"Escaping is impossible," Roswitha said. "Firstly, Anna has been on high alert these past few days. If any clan member were to sneak away, it would be a blatant sign of guilt, and the mole surely knows that. Secondly, as you said, Constantine has fallen. They have nowhere left to go. So… if we want to capture this mole, it shouldn’t be too difficult."
As her words concluded, the couple unwittingly looked at each other.
Their dark and silver eyes met, and moonlight spilled in from the window.
After a moment, they both laughed, pointing at each other with their index fingers, their expressions clearly saying, "Not bad, you sly fox."
"Mr. Casmod is truly the exemplar of riding the winds of fortune."
"Miss Melkevi is not far behind when it comes to seizing opportunities."
The married couple might appear to be worlds apart, constructed entirely differently, having no trace of similarity on the surface. But when it came to capitalizing on favorable circumstances, they were strikingly alike.
Admittedly, because of the mole, Constantine had struck at Roswitha’s weakest moment.
It was a high-probability strategy; had fortune turned against them, the one to fall that day wouldn’t have been Constantine but Roswitha, the Silver Dragon Queen.
But now that the crisis had passed and Constantine’s head had been severed by Leon and hung at the Silver Dragon Clan’s borders—
With only an isolated, helpless mole left within the clan, what was there for the duo to fear?
It would merely take a little extra effort to stage a classic game of turtles in a jar in a trap.
And when it came to ensnaring prey, the couple had quite an impressive resume.
After all, if it wasn’t the husband catching the wife, it was the wife catching the husband. They were old hands at this game.
After a bit of playful banter, Roswitha asked, "So, do you have any ideas on how to unmask this mole?"
Leon’s eyes shifted slightly as he pondered. Without answering her directly, he responded with a confident smile and another question: "What if I told you I already know who the mole is? All that’s left is to get her to confess her identity. Would you believe me?"
The queen frowned slightly, her expression skeptical. "Really?"
"Of course. When have I ever lied to you?"
"Hah, fewer times than I can count?" she retorted.
"my dragon queen, you need to differentiate between harmless white lies and—"
Roswitha waved her hand dismissively, unwilling to listen to his excuses. "Alright, alright. I’ll live with your harmless lies, fine. Now spill it—who do you think the mole is?"
