Callate dragona malvada, ya no quiero criar hijos contigo

A partir del volumen 05, capítulo 06 en adelante — Aviso Importante:
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The moment those words came out, Leon was so anxious he started looking for champagne on the spot, ready to celebrate.

The flamethrower finally got it!

Stumbling once could be forgiven; stumbling twice still meant more effort was needed.

But this third time—Old Can finally made it across. Not a single stumble!

Off to the side, the crowd clapped, cheered, and egged them on.

Because who wouldn’t want to see a happy ending where lovers finally become a pair?

A faint blush gradually spread across Orion’s face.

It hadn’t been in vain that she trusted Constantine and handed him the chance to say those words.

Some people have never touched anything related to feelings, so at a critical moment they might do something strange, even something others can’t understand.

That was normal.

But if the moment they opened their mouth it was “I don’t know,” or “It’s my first time,” “I have no experience,” and they treated that as a reason to stop—then it could only mean they never truly wanted to elevate the relationship in the first place.

Constantine really did understand almost nothing, but he was willing to try things he’d never tried before for Orion.

That was already enough.

And a girl who was that soft-hearted, willing to meet emotions halfway—to encounter a girl like Orion, someone willing to accompany him slowly, face feelings, and learn how to handle love.

Even if the two of them were completely different in temperament, and their backgrounds and experiences weren’t alike at all, they both wanted this feeling to continue.

And they truly did it.

Leon kept both hands in his pockets, watching Old Can and Orion with a gratified expression, then let out a breath as if a weight had been lifted.

“At least we didn’t come for nothing.”

Beside him, Rosvisser smiled—a soft, beautiful smile.

“Do you think they’ll make up for it later with a proper confession?”

Leon raised a brow.

“Can confessions be made up afterward?”

“…You say that like everyone’s you—no proposal at all, and you just muddled along with your wife for more than ten years.”

“…I suspect you’re hinting at me.”

The queen gave a snort that didn’t quite reach her eyes, then flipped her expression in a second and shot Leon a glare.

“I can’t be bothered with you. But I advise you to hurry up and make up a proposal for me.”

Leon blinked, scratching at the corner of his mouth.

“How so?”

“One after another, all these familiar people in our social circle keep getting married. And every wedding or confession is so grand and romantic.”

Rosvisser put her hands on her hips and said unhurriedly:

“The later you do it, the more people I’ll compare you to. And if in the end you don’t satisfy me—if you can’t even measure up to everyone before you—then you and I are going to have a serious talk.”

General Leon spoke righteously.

“Wife, don’t be so competitive!”

“Hmph. Competitiveness is a woman’s nature.”

Rosvisser sounded thoroughly justified.

“Besides, isn’t it normal that I want an unforgettable, romantic proposal and wedding?”

In the last few years, Rosvisser had brought up the wedding topic many times.

And today, seeing Constantine and Orion’s romantic confession, it was hard not to be moved by the moment.

Leon stopped joking around. He put away the grin, fell silent for a moment, then turned slightly, leaned to Rosvisser’s ear, and lowered his voice.

“I promise—at your most perfect wedding, I’ll say ‘I do’ to you with my own mouth.”

Only then did Rosvisser’s serious face show a trace of a smile.

“Tch. You’d better.”

The couple didn’t talk long about it.

After all, today was Orion’s and Constantine’s home field. The focus should still be on them.

After that brief exchange, Leon clapped his hands and stepped forward, joining the others in making a ruckus.

To the sound of everyone’s cheering, Constantine and Orion awkwardly hugged each other.

…

In the end, this couple challenge ended with Leon and Rosvisser’s real married couple team winning by a huge margin.

Afterward, Leon gave the prize they’d won—the emerald bracelet—to Isha, telling her to use it as a birthday gift for Valendna.

Isha put the bracelet away, then asked,

“Thanks, brother-in-law. To thank you for being so generous, I’ve decided to take your wife on a crazy shopping spree! I’ll cover all the expenses~”

Leon froze, looking at Isha with gratitude.

“To thank my generosity, why are you giving my wife the bargain?”

Before Isha could speak, Rosvisser lightly drove an elbow into Leon’s chest.

“Like you could’ve won the prize without me.”

Leon chuckled, pulled Rosvisser close by the shoulder, and said:

“My wife is right~”

Rosvisser puffed a laugh, rolled her eyes at him, and shyly looked away.

“I’m serious. Next, all our spending in Sky City—let me, Leon, cover it.”

Isha looked at Orion.

“Come on, blonde girl. I’ll buy you some dragon territory specialties.”

Orion was still a bit awkward and embarrassed, but she couldn’t withstand Isha’s enthusiasm. Isha hooked Orion’s arm right away, then grabbed Rosvisser too.

Just like that, the three women very naturally tossed the “boyfriend group” behind them.

The three men didn’t say anything either. With uncanny coordination, they followed behind the “wives’ group.”

“What do you plan to do next, Constantine?”

The three men walked side by side at an easy pace. Leon, in the middle, looked at Constantine.

“Are you going to find a way to move in with Orion, or…?”

…

Old Can thought seriously for a moment, then answered:

“For now, we’ll live separately first. She’s about to become the Blazing Sun City Lord. She’ll definitely be swamped with affairs, and probably won’t have the ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) bandwidth for anything else. Anyway, it’s only a few hours’ travel for you to get to Blazing Sun City. It’s not far.”

“Mhm.”

Constantine lifted his eyes and looked at Orion’s back as she walked ahead.

She was trapped between Rosvisser and Isha, looking a bit stiff and nervous, but it was obvious she was trying hard to fit into this new love.

Right now, Orion was like a young wife who’d just married into a great household—following two experienced ladies out into the world, her horizons opening immediately during socializing.

“Also, now that she’s just taken office, there will definitely be many in the Blazing Sun Clan who refuse to accept her. After all, such a young City Lord—her abilities will definitely be questioned.”

Constantine continued:

“I want to use my way to help her stabilize her authority and position. That can spare her a lot of trouble.”

Hearing that, Leon lifted his brows.

“You’re waking up pretty fast. You just confessed and you’re already worrying about her career.”

After a pause, Leon asked again:

“Your way? …You mean the power of light you just obtained?”

Having gained the Golden Helm’s recognition and reignited the sun meant Constantine had inherited the mighty power of the god of light, Apollo.

Now, his strength had stepped into an entirely new realm.

He not only possessed greater power—this power also granted him a new identity—the second god of light.

Ever since gaining that power, Constantine had consciously tried to downplay it.

But objectively speaking, just like Aurora and Safina, he had inherited a god’s power, which meant he was… a god in this age.

And the “way” he’d just mentioned—helping Orion stabilize her authority—would naturally be using the force of that identity to influence this world.

“That’s right. Of course, it still depends on what Orion herself wants,” Constantine said.

“Fair enough. Respect the kid’s wishes.”

But once the topic of inheriting a god’s power came up, Leon couldn’t help thinking of something.

“Oh, right—Constantine. After you reignited the sun, you completely lost all signs of life. It was Safina who used the power of time to bring you back into this world.”

Leon turned his head to look at Constantine.

“Then during that period—from when you lost consciousness to when you woke up—did you have anything special… any experience? Or feeling?”

Hearing that, Constantine stopped walking.

Orion and Kaizer, a few steps ahead, also stopped and turned back to look at Constantine.

“What is it?” Leon asked.

Constantine nodded with a grave expression.

“There really was an… extremely wondrous experience. More accurately, I arrived in some… distant kingdom. And the people there called it…”

Leon’s eyes narrowed slightly as Constantine spoke the name of that place.

“Valhalla.”