No.

Absolutely not.

It was well known that whenever Roswitha came up with a new trick or scheme, she would resort to this clumsy"honey trap"to disarm Leon's defenses and achieve her unspeakable goals.

The moment she leaned into him, Leon snapped awake and silently thanked his lucky stars—he narrowly avoided falling into the web of this siren—.

He pushed Roswitha away by her shoulders, his expression solemn. "Mother dragon, show some respect. I've achieved enlightenment-abstain from all romantic entanglements, and wish to preserve my inner peace."

Oh, oh, oh—look at this "dog-man" playing all serious now.

What enlightenment? What abstinence from romance? To an outsider, you'd look like a devout zealot.

Leon turned his head away while speaking, avoiding Roswitha's gaze. Because while the honey trap itself was poor, the beauty implementing it was anything but.

Whenever Leon was with Roswitha, he not only had to watch his words to avoid saying the wrong thing but also guard against calamities caused by simply looking at her.

That overly coquettish and immaculately delicate face pouting up at you—can you resist that?

Seeing Leon's reaction, Roswitha was in no hurry. She simply eased into his response with a sly and measured tone.

"If you truly were enlightened, why then do you not dare to look at me?"

She didn't press closer this time, merely raised her hand and gently placed it on his shoulder.

"I just casually mentioned wanting to make a larger throne—not only would it be more comfortable to sit on, but it could also be used for other things, like taking a nap, perhaps."

Her smile was radiant, and the hand resting on Leon's shoulder extended a finger. With the tip of her index finger, she began teasingly stroking his earlobe. "What could you possibly be thinking, hmm? Surely you weren't imagining something... wicked?"

“I wasn’t—”

Leon started to refute her, but suddenly remembered his actual purpose for coming to Roswitha—he wasn't here to discuss "the utility of thrones"; he was here to ask her about the whereabouts of their daughters.

Now that he already knew where they were, there was no need to continue wasting time with the mother dragon.

Lingering like this? He might yet become her stress reliever.

Better focus his energy on trying to get Aurora to call him "Daddy."

With this thought in mind, Leon shook off Roswitha's hand and stood up. "I wasn’t thinking about anything. Since you’re busy, I’ll go find the girls."

Hiss—

After all this talk, the dog-man is still fixated on "brainwashing" Aurora, huh?

No way. Got to keep delaying him as much as possible.

"Sit back down," Roswitha ordered.

Leon shrugged. "I'll just disrupt your work."

"It doesn't matter. You won't be a disruption."

Roswitha glanced over at the table stacked with reports and documents, an idea forming in her mind. "Perfect timing—I can also teach you a thing or two."

Leon raised an eyebrow. "What are you going to teach me?"

Roswitha inclined her elegant chin toward the documents scattered across the desk. "You see these? I'll show you how to handle them."

At her words, Leon's face morphed into an expression of incredulous disbelief.

"What do I, a human, need with the Silver Dragon Clan's paperwork? It's not like you're paying me to help out."

"To me, you are human. But to Anna and the others, you are 'Prince Consort.' Still remember the winter when I was pregnant with Aurora? That jailbreak plan we made together?"

Leon thought back briefly and quickly recalled the event Roswitha was referring to.

At the time, Roswitha was expecting a child, and Anna, thinking of her queen’s safety, forbid her from leaving the sanctum.

Roswitha, undeterred, roped Leon into crafting an elaborate jailbreak plan.

Though meticulous and seemingly airtight, the scheme ultimately failed.

Its undoing came when Anna deduced that the prince consort, who never cared for governance, suddenly had a newfound interest in inspecting her work. Suspicious from the start, she launched a counter-strike, apprehending the queen just as she was about to "escape."

Leon nodded. “I remember. And?”

“It’s because you slacked off and made her suspicious when you said you wanted to inspect her work. That’s why I got caught.”

“Well, it was your idea. I didn’t say anything; I just went along with it. Besides, there’s no ‘slacking off’ when the matter isn’t my responsibility in the first place.”

“You...”

Leon’s rebuttal was so logical that Roswitha, for once, found herself at a loss for words.

Seeing that the "dog-man" was about to leave the sanctum and find the daughters, Roswitha bit her lip, her mind racing for a way to hold him back.

Since reasoning wouldn’t work, time to try the emotional route instead!

“Ah!” The queen sighed heavily, her demeanor exuding exhaustion.

Heading toward the door, Leon heard her weighed-down exhale and paused mid-step. Turning back, he frowned and asked, “What now?”

The queen, one hand propped against her forehead, the other flipping through the mountain of reports piled on her desk, replied wearily,

“Nothing. My husband has his own matters to attend to, and as his wife, it’s only proper for me to be understanding. It’s fine—I’ll handle these duties myself, though it’ll undoubtedly be tiring.”

After finishing, she glanced up at him, her eyes piercing and her smile playful. “Go on then, spend time with the girls. Don’t worry about me. Once I finish up, I’ll make lunch for the lot of you.”

“...”

Woman, are you trying to guilt-trip me?!

Think I can’t pick up your tone, huh?

Fine, fine. Getting Aurora to call me “Dad” isn’t urgent. But there is no way I’m letting you keep rattling off insinuations making it sound like I don’t care about you—

Even though, frankly, I don’t care much. But if you collapse from exhaustion, the girls would worry too.

Leon quickly reasoned within himself, concocting an excuse to justify caring for Roswitha, then resumed his seat beside her.

“Alright, teach me. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Roswitha smiled triumphantly and casually grabbed a few reports. These documents weren’t sensitive to Silver Dragon Clan’s inner workings and were mostly mundane, day-to-day admin. Letting Leon review them wouldn’t matter.

It wasn’t about distrust toward Leon or hesitance to reveal clan secrets. Instead, the nature of certain internal matters lacked transparency, and exposing him to them would only add to his burdens unnecessarily.

Truthfully, Leon was a novice when it came to power disputes. Roswitha couldn’t rush him; she’d have to gradually guide him step by step.

Besides, apart from diverting him from looking for Aurora, even Roswitha herself couldn’t fully understand why she felt compelled to teach Leon about handling authority.

He was human, after all, and had once been her sworn enemy...

It was like teaching a disciple at risk of overshadowing the master—this was nurturing a tiger beside her own tail.

So why? Why did she still want to do it?

Did some part of her hope Leon might navigate future schemes and turbulent tides with greater wisdom and control?

Or was it something else?

She wasn’t sure.

Anyhow... she could teach him for now.

After all, this fool couldn’t possibly master such things in a short span.

Roswitha shook off the scattered thoughts in her head and devoted herself to teaching Leon the ropes of administrative duties.

Although Leon’s previous argument was adamant that paperwork wasn’t his responsibility, when it came to learning something, he applied himself earnestly.

Learning, regardless of its subject, was a commitment he always took to heart—a testament to his academic drive.

The pair exchanged questions and answers, their conversations flowing softly, interspersed with humor.

The usually cold and solemn Silver Dragon Castle now seemed to hold some warmth.