After the interview ended, the couple stepped out of the room, closed the door behind them, and simultaneously let out a sigh of relief.
“The ‘No Social Death Plan’—a grand success!”
*Smack!*
The two high-fived in celebration.
But they quickly realized they were still on the vice principal’s turf. Having just painted their relationship as “dull” during the interview, and now celebrating as soon as they left the room—it would be suspicious if anyone saw that and thought they had been acting the whole time.
The couple walked through the crowd, descended the stairs, and reached the first-floor hall, where many parents were still waiting for their hatchlings to finish their tests.
Leon scanned the surroundings and, not spotting Vice Principal Wilson or any of his "spies," leaned toward Rosvisser with a smile, fishing for praise.
“How was my acting back there?”
The queen crossed her arms, eyeing her husband, her lips barely suppressing a grin. “Acting? What acting? Weren’t those your real feelings?”
Leon froze for a second, quickly rebutting, “H-how could they be? We agreed to act, to pretend like we didn’t have any passion left!”
“Oh? How do I know you weren’t just using this chance to say what you’ve been thinking all along?”
“Hey, you—”
Just as Leon, the hopeless straight man, was about to get flustered, Rosvisser gently pressed a finger against his lips, stopping him in his tracks.
“I was teasing you. Look how worked up you got.”
“...”
She was really getting good at this "teasing and stopping just in time" routine—not just in bed, either.
Teasing her dragon-slaying hero had become one of Rosvisser’s favorite pastimes. Watching him get all flustered and helpless was endlessly entertaining.
But, as the saying goes, you can’t walk by the river without getting your shoes wet.
There had been times when she pushed Leon too far and actually made him mad.
At first, she would patiently soothe him when that happened.
But over time, she’d learned exactly where his limits were and always made sure to pull back right before he got seriously upset.
Whenever Rosvisser acted all cute and apologetic, Leon would instantly cool down.
For all his bravado, the dragon slayer was completely wrapped around his wife’s finger.
“You really did a good job,” Rosvisser said with a grin. “You perfectly captured the essence of a weary, resigned husband while still showing just a glimmer of hope for your marriage. The Empire should give you a Best Actor award.”
“Right back at you. For a moment there, I actually thought you’d lost—”
Leon was about to banter back, but his brain lagged for a second, and he almost said something he shouldn’t.
But it was too late.
Rosvisser smiled, her hands clasped behind her back as she leaned in slightly, her silver eyes twinkling up at him. “Lost what? You thought I’d lost what for you?”
“...nothing.”
“Come on, say it. Did you really think I’d lost interest in you? Hmm?”
The queen’s smile widened. “Oh dear~ Is my little lion scared? How cute~”
“There's a practice arena here at the academy, right?” Leon interrupted, his tone low.
Rosvisser blinked. “Yes... why?”
“How about we go spar for a bit? That’ll shut you up.”
“Tsk.”
Rosvisser wanted to tease him a bit more, but Leon suddenly made a “shush” gesture.
Her smile vanished, and she whispered, “What is it?”
“Wilson’s coming—he’s right behind you. Don’t turn around. Just act like we didn’t see him.”
Rosvisser nodded, and they instinctively put some distance between them, perfectly playing the part of a couple that had “lost passion” in the vice principal’s eyes.
“Mr. Leon, there you are! I’ve been looking for you,” Vice Principal Wilson called out as he hurried over.
“Is there something you need, Vice Principal?” Leon asked politely.
“Oh... it’s nothing urgent. I just wanted to have a chat with you.”
The vice principal paused, then quickly added, “Nothing related to the entrance interview or test, just a friendly conversation.”
Leon wasn’t sure what the old man was up to, so he glanced at Rosvisser for confirmation.
She gave him a subtle nod, indicating it was fine.
“Alright, let’s talk.”
“Please, this way,” the vice principal gestured toward a nearby alcove.
“Uh... sure.”
“Miss Rosvisser, please wait here,” Wilson added.
“Okay,” Rosvisser replied.
Leon followed the vice principal into the alcove. Wilson peeked around suspiciously, ensuring no one was watching, before pulling his head back in and closing the door behind them.
Leon raised an eyebrow.
What’s this guy up to?
Has Vice Principal Wilson evolved from shipper to crazed stalker? Is he planning to lock me in here?
If that’s the case, he better think carefully. One hit from my lightning magic, and his old bones won’t stand a chance.
“Mr. Leon, I need to ask you something. Is there... really a crisis in your marriage with Miss Rosvisser?”
“Huh?”
“What I mean is, are you two having some kind of emotional problems?”
Leon crossed his arms, frowned for a moment, and replied, “We’ve already explained our situation during the interview, Vice Principal. Isn’t that enough?”
Seeing that Leon didn’t answer directly, Wilson’s heart sank a little further.
“So... does that mean you’re really considering a divorce?”
Leon: ?
“Wait, wait, wait. How did you jump straight to divorce from that?”
“Well? Mr. Leon, you didn’t answer my question directly, so you’re basically admitting it, right? You and Miss Rosvisser are having marital issues and are already thinking about divorce.”
“...”
“How could this happen? Mr. Leon... you two were the academy’s model family just two years ago.”
“Vice Principal...”
“I just can’t believe it. My favorite couple is falling apart!”
“Vice Principal?”
“How about this, Mr. Leon? I know a highly professional marriage counseling team. They have the best dragon relationship experts in the Empire! They’ve even managed to get a 100-year-old dragon to fall in love with an 800-year-old one. Their success rate is incredible. If you and Miss Rosvisser go, I’m sure they can help you resolve this!”
“This is getting more absurd by the minute...”
“No, no, you’re both smart people. Even with experts, you might not tell the whole truth—”
Leon closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. “Vice Principal, that’s enough!”
He couldn’t hold it in any longer and interrupted the vice principal’s runaway analysis.
If he let this go on any further, he and Rosvisser would be signing divorce papers by tomorrow.
The old man adjusted his glasses, his expression still heavy. “Mr. Leon, you’re desperate to fix your marriage with Miss Rosvisser, aren’t you?”
With the vice principal’s relentless barrage of questions, a fire suddenly flared up inside Leon.
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“No, Vice Principal. My wife and I are doing just fine.”
“Don’t lie to me, Mr. Leon. I can tell. You and Miss Rosvisser have already—”
“I’ll prove it to you!”
“Eh?”
Without another word, Leon stormed past the vice principal, pushing the door open and striding toward Rosvisser, who was still waiting in the hall.
Seeing Leon approaching with such a determined look, Rosvisser wondered if she had said something earlier to upset him.
“Hey... Leon, what’s wrong? Let’s talk this—mmph?!”
In front of the astonished crowd of parents and the wide-eyed vice principal, Leon pulled Rosvisser close by the waist and kissed her, his lips pressing firmly against hers.
The kiss was deep and passionate, leaving no room for doubt.
For a moment, Rosvisser was too shocked to respond, lightly tapping Leon’s arm.
But soon, she gave in to the intensity of the kiss.
She didn’t know what was going on, but who could resist such an impulsive and fervent kiss from their lover?
“What’s happening? Is this part of the family interview?”
“Wow... Isn’t that the Dragon Hero Cosmod and his wife? They’re just as loving as the legends say!”
“This is indecent! Indecent! Someone call the disciplinary committee!”
“Shut up, even the committee is shipping them.”
“...”
The kiss didn’t last long.
Leon finally released Rosvisser.
Her beautiful face was flushed red, and still a little dazed, she asked, “W-what just happened? What’s going on?”
“He kept saying our marriage was in crisis.”
“...And?”
“So I had to prove him wrong, that there’s nothing wrong with our marriage!”
Rosvisser blinked, then laughed softly, playfully jabbing Leon in the chest. “You impulsive fool... Didn’t you just ruin all the work we did during the interview?”
As the reality sank in, Leon quickly released his hold on her waist.
But before he could explain, they heard the vice principal’s ecstatic voice behind them, “My OTP—it’s alive!”
...
Outside the academy building, Leon and Rosvisser sat together on a bench.
Rosvisser held an orange-flavored ice cream that Leon had just bought for her. Gazing down at her shoes, she smiled softly.
“The vice principal said that little outburst won’t affect our interview score, so... our ‘No Social Death Plan’ is still a success
.”
Leon looked up, watching the other parents and passersby.
They were all talking about the “crazy kiss” he had just shared with Rosvisser in the building.
“Is it really a success...? I feel like we’ve become even more of a hot topic now.”
“And who do you think is responsible for that impulsive behavior?” Rosvisser teased.
“Ugh...” Life was hard, and Leon sighed.
Rosvisser patted his shoulder. “Don’t worry. You’re only in your twenties. Impulsiveness is part of the deal. When you get to be my age, you’ll calm down.”
“When I get to be your age, I won’t just be calm—I’ll be dead,” Leon said. “Ashes to ashes.”
Rosvisser nudged him playfully. “Oh, stop it.”
Leon chuckled helplessly. “Well, at least our interview score landed right where we wanted. We won’t have to worry about another public embarrassment at the entrance ceremony.”
Rosvisser nodded. “Yes, as long as the girls do well, everything will be fine.”
Finally, they could relax—or so they thought.
Meanwhile, in the hatchling exam room, a certain pink-haired little dragon had just discovered something incredible...