<strong>Chapter 111: Master means you’re too ipetent</strong>


    Before long, Leon returned to the study with the three yboy Bunny photos. One was the one he showed Rosvitha at the beginning, which she angrily burned one of. The other two were the “remaining backups” he mentioned.


    He ced the three photos on the desk and pushed them towards Rosvitha. True to her word, Rosvitha handed over the envelope containing the letter from Leon’s master.


    Immediately, Rosvitha’s gaze fell upon the photos in front of her. She stacked the three photos together and examined them. But just one nce, and her cheeks reddened involuntarily.


    One had to admire this guy’s creativity and skill. Without actual bunny ears, he had used Rosvitha’s hair to create a pair.


    In the photos, shey there quietly, like a life-sized doll, posed in various cute and charming positions by Leon.


    It was a humiliation, aplete and utter humiliation!


    What’s more, besides the solo shots, there were many pictures of Leon with her.@@novelbin@@


    In each of the group photos, Leon wore a triumphant smile. But the happier he looked in the photos, the more difficult it was for Rosvitha to endure looking at them.


    They couldn’t be kept.


    Absolutely not.


    If Isabe were to see them, there would be no peace for the Silver Dragon Sanctuary for the next two hundred years.


    Rosvitha gathered dragon me in her hand and quickly incinerated the photos into ashes.


    Ah~ A huge weight lifted off Rosvitha’s heart. Erasing her own dark history felt incredibly satisfying!


    However, Rosvitha secretly kept one photo of her and Leon together. In this particr photo, Rosvitha and Leon weren’t very close.


    Later, she could simply crop her own face out and leave only Leon and an unidentified yboy Bunny miss.


    Rosvitha smirked to herself, feeling a sense of satisfaction at having a piece of leverage tucked away.


    With this in mind, if Leon were to engage in such mischief again in the future, Rosvitha could retaliate by suggesting that he wouldn’t want his fondness for ck silk yboy Bunnies to be public knowledge, right?


    Meanwhile, Leon had opened the envelope and retrieved the letter inside.


    Rosvitha sat in her chair, unable to see what the letter contained, but judging from the single sheet of paper, it didn’t seem to be lengthy.


    However, considering the mysterious old man’s personality, he probably wouldn’t write any lengthy emotional speeches. Simply stating Teg’s condition would be sufficient.


    Rosvitha didn’t rush Leon; she simply waited quietly for him to finish reading the letter. As she watched Leon’s eyes, she noticed that his pupils hadn’t moved at all, continuously staring at a particr spot on the paper.


    Furrowing her brow slightly, Rosvitha wondered if Teg had written something he couldn’t understand or perhaps something else entirely.


    After a moment’s thought, Rosvitha asked, “What did your master say? Do you mind if I take a look?”


    Leon pursed his lips and ced the letter on the table, then slid it toward Rosvitha. She took the paper and lowered her gaze to read it. Then, she froze too.


    It wasn’t surprising that Leon’s eyes hadn’t moved earlier, fixed on a particr spot on the paper.


    Because on this letter… There was only one sentence. Well, calling it a “sentence” would be an overstatement; it was more like… “three words” —


    “Kid, donkey’s fine, don’t worry.”


    That was it.


    Rosvitha had just been thinking that the mysterious old man wouldn’t be too sentimental, so the letter shouldn’t be too long.


    But she had not anticipated that not only was it short, but it was also extremely concise. And within this brief message, one-third of it was about his damn donkey.


    What was this?


    Some sort of secret code between master and disciple?


    Rosvitha blinked and set down the letter, then looked up at Leon. The couple exchanged a brief nce before Rosvitha asked, “With such a unique style, I believe you can confirm the authenticity of this letter.”


    For now, she didn’t delve into the meaning behind Teg’s choice of these six words. Rosvitha needed to first prove to Leon that this transaction wasn’t part of her usual schemes.


    Leon, being reasonable, nodded. “The handwriting is indeed my master’s. As for the content…”


    He closed his eyes and let out a slow breath. Seeing him like this, Rosvitha hesitated about whether tofort him, perhaps saying that maybe his master was just old and not good at expressing emotions, and so on.


    But before she could say anything, Leon spoke seriously, “For others, after two years of not seeing their disciple, they might seize the opportunity to send a longer letter to assure their well-being. But… if it’s my master, then everything makes sense.”


    Rosvitha silently covered her face.


    Well, it seemed that not all families shared the same sentiments or entered through the same door.


    “No wonder his master said, ‘As long as he reads the letter, he’ll know I’m safe,''” Rosvitha remarked.


    “But…” She trailed off, looking at Leon. “But?”


    Leon lowered his gaze to the letter on the table, fixating on thest two words. “I don’t quite understand why my master would say ‘don’t worry.''”


    He pulled a chair from the side and sat down, meeting Rosvitha’s gaze across the desk.


    “Although he was a farmer before retiring, he was also an Imperial Dragon yer. He said he didn’t achieve much and retired naturally as he got older.”


    “But even so, would he really say ‘don’t worry’ to his disciple whom he’s had no contact with for two years?”


    Leon pondered aloud, almost as if discussing with Rosvitha, “Is he… trying to prevent me from returning?”


    Rosvitha contemted this. Teg did indeed insist that Leon should not return to the Empire within a year.


    When Rosvitha inquired about the reason, the other party was unwilling to borate further. This request wasn’t much of a concern for Rosvitha; she hadn’t intended to let Leon go back in the first ce.


    But it seemed necessary to subtly hint at it in the letter to Leon…


    Vaguely, Rosvitha seemed to guess that the enigmatic former Dragon yer was nning something significant. However, she couldn’t casually mention her spection to Leon, as it was just her guess.


    So, regarding the phrase “don’t worry,” Rosvitha offered another exnation. “Your master might… I think you’re inadequate.”


    Leon was taken aback, furrowing his brows. “Inadequate? How am I inadequate?”


    He straightened up, pping the table with his palm, and meticulously recounted his past glories to Rosvitha.


    “Before I came to you, I consistently dominated the top spot on the Imperial Dragon yer leaderboard, with a significant lead over the second ce. Even if I let him catch up for two years, he still couldn’t surpass me.”


    “And, I hold all the records for physical tests in the Dragon yer Academy.”


    “Whether during reserve duty or active service, I’ve been the champion of all the various tests organized by the Empire. I have so many medals and des that I’ve lost count, you know?”


    Rosvitha sped her hands together, chin lightly resting on the back of her hand, patiently listening to Leon’s ssic champion bragging. Then, she leisurely replied,


    “And then what? Which champion gets captured by the enemy for over two years and can’t return?”


    “…”


    “You’re like the champion of being captured and submitting assignments on time.”


    Once the situation returned to bnce, Rosvitha switched back to her biting mode, “Don’t even mention being your master. I think you’re ipetent.”


    Leon blushed, “W-Why do you think I’m ipetent? Is it because I haven’t taught you enough in the past two weeks?”


    Rosvitha shrugged nonchntly, “And what does that prove? Don’t forget, in ourst sparring match, you were defeated by me.”


    Smack!


    Leon mmed the table, “Put on your clothes, we’re going outside for another round right now.”


    Oh, someone’s getting impatient.


    Rosvitha looked at Leon’s expression with satisfaction, then leaned backfortably in her chair, crossing her arms and adopting aposed posture.


    “I don’t. Anyway, from what I see now, my winning rate against you is one hundred percent. You’ve never beaten me, and that’s enough.”


    “Rosvitha!”


    “Calm down, Dragon yer. Your master is the one saying you’re ipetent.”


    Rosvitha paused for a moment, then added, “But I absolutely won’t let you go back. You’re my captive.”