Leon lifted her silver hair, revealing a fair and slender swan-like neck, "Let me help you put on the necklace."
"Mm..."
A moment later, the couple sat on the grass and began reviewing.
"Speaking of which, what kind of magic is Soul Judgement? Offensive? Or... something else?", Leon asked.
Rossweise thought for a moment and shook her head, "Traditional elemental magic can indeed be divided into offensive, defensive, support, or other types. For example, your Chidori is offensive, and Shadow of Sumeru is defensive. But primordial magic doesn't belong to any of those."
Leon raised an eyebrow, intrigued, "Doesn't belong to any type?"
"That's right."
Rossweise said, "The effect, or rather the 'power' of Soul Judgement, doesn't depend on the user, but on the opponent."
"Depends on the opponent?"
"Mm. The more intense the opponent's emotions, the stronger the power of Soul Judgement. If it's successfully cast, it can even purify any dark and negative emotions from the opponent."
Leon's eyes lit up when he heard this description.
You have to know, all current magic is mainly based on elemental changes, and when opponents fight, it's usually just elemental bombardment to see who screams in pain first.
But something like Soul Judgement, which is more "advanced," is truly unheard of.
If we compare the two types of magic in simple terms, regular magic is a big machete, then primordial magic is a big machete with chili water added.
One chop hurts for real;
The other not only hurts but also brings burning aftereffects.
"As expected of the divine technique left behind by your dragon ancestors, it's really quite interesting," Leon sighed.
But Rossweise gently let out a sigh, "A divine technique is a divine technique, but if you can't master it... what's the point?"
As she spoke, she slowly raised her right hand, looking at her palm, which had some burn marks.
When practicing magic, it's inevitable to get burned by magical energy, so Rossweise didn't pay much attention.
However, even if she didn't care, someone else did.
Leon gently held Rossweise's wrist, placed her hand on his knee, then took some ointment from the side and carefully applied it to her wound bit by bit.
Feeling the cool ointment, Rossweise smiled and said, "I already told you I'm not a child, this kind of injury is nothing."
"I'm not caring about you."
"Then what are you doing?"
"Just wanted to take the chance to touch your hand."
"..."
'Help, everyone, I really can't take this corny love talk from a married man!'
"This one's done, give me the other one."
Rossweise rolled her eyes at him in annoyance, but still obediently extended her other injured little hand.
"If we keep failing to make progress, maybe we should try changing our approach?", Leon suddenly returned to the previous topic.
"Mm... change how?"
Leon looked up and glanced around the training ground, then said, "You don't even have a practice target here, it's hard to make a breakthrough like that."
Rossweise blinked, "Practice target... but where can I find a practice target with intense emotions?"
Leon had a thought, then turned his head to look at Rossweise, speaking confidently, "That's easy, leave it to me."
———
"Moo!!"
Rossweise heard a strange mooing sound.
She looked in the direction of the sound, and a complicated expression appeared on her queen-like, icy face.
Ten minutes ago, her clever yet mostly unreliable (except when it comes to slaying dragons) husband said he had a way to help her practice Soul Judgement;
Ten minutes later, he showed up in front of her leading a giant bull the size of an elephant.
If it were someone else, this scene would feel full of contradiction;
But when you think about Leon, it all suddenly makes sense.
Whatever this dog man comes up with is either refreshing or... makes you black out.
But Rossweise still couldn't figure out what he brought the bull for.
More importantly, where did he even get the bull?
"S-class dangerous species: Wrathhorn Bull. From a biological perspective, it's a result of genetic mutation in the Armored Yak."
"Because it's a genetic mutation, its strength, defense, speed, and other attributes have all undergone a qualitative leap compared to the Armored Yak."
"Of course, not only its basic attributes have improved, but also its—"
"Moo!!! ヽ(`Д′)?"
Leon: "See? Its temper too."
Rossweise (rage level 20%): "I don't need you to explain dangerous species to me, I just want to know how you got this thing into my sanctuary?"
"Oh, when you were at the training grounds this morning, Anna was helping handle some of your work. I happened to pass by and heard this bull had broken into your clan's territory. Anna was about to send someone to deal with it, so I volunteered to take care of it."
Rossweise (rage level 40%): "You, a dignified Silver Dragon Prince, didn't need to be so eager to help..."
"Just a small favor, a small favor~"
Rossweise (rage level 60%): "So now you brought over this 'small favor' to do what exactly?"
"To be your practice target. Didn't you say Soul Judgement is more effective against emotionally intense enemies?"
Leon patted the Wrathhorn Bull's big head confidently, "This guy absolutely meets your requirements. Just from the name, you can tell it's really angry."
Rossweise (rage level 80%): "But I hadn't even told you about Soul Judgement's effects this morning, so there must be another reason you caught it, right?"
Leon grinned toothily: "As expected, after sleeping in the same bed so long, you're understanding me better and better."
Rossweise (rage level 95%): "Can you—say everything—all at once!"
"The girls are coming home for the holiday tonight, I wanted to make beef hot pot for them."
Rossweise (????): "But even if you put Noah and the other two together, they're still not fifteen years old. How are they supposed to eat a multi-ton bull!?"
Leon waved his hand, signaling Her Majesty the Queen to calm down.
He tied the Wrathhorn Bull to a sturdy stone pillar.
That pillar had been used by Noah for practicing Chidori and had withstood thousands of blasts without collapsing, proving its strength. The Wrathhorn Bull wouldn't be able to break free.
Then, he walked over to Rossweise's side.
Once the mother dragon's fiery temper had cooled down a bit, he reached out and tried to take her wrist.
The queen first pridefully shook off his hand, showing she didn't want to get all mushy with him.
But it was just a symbolic rejection.
In the end, she still let him hold her hand.
The couple walked side by side to the Wrathhorn Bull. Leon looked up at the massive beast and said, "No matter how powerful the dangerous species is, it wouldn't dare trespass into dragon territory, so this angry bull must have really gotten so mad it lost its mind. I think, to practice magic, you need a suitable target to test your progress in real time. So..."
Leon looked away from the bull and turned to the silver-haired beauty beside him, "Give it a try, it won't hurt."
Rossweise gave him a playful glare, "You really are something. Move aside, move aside, don't want to accidentally hurt you."
Leon grinned, "Aye aye!"
Saying that, Leon stepped to the side.
Rossweise slowly began to gather primordial power.
"Moo!! ヽ(`Д′)?"
Angry Bull. Bull was still voicing its discontent about being tied up here.
Little did it know, if it didn't behave properly now, it might become beef hot pot tonight.
Leon stood by carefully, even though it was just practice, he still had to ensure Rossweise's safety. He couldn't let anything happen to her.
What?
Is the general concerned about her?
Emmm... well, maybe just a little, but mostly it's because if the daughters came home and saw their mom flat on the ground, he wouldn't be able to explain.
Yeah, that's it.
The magical winds stirred by her spell brushed gently across Leon's face, breaking his wandering thoughts.
He looked ahead and saw that Rossweise had successfully gathered her primordial power.
"Faster than when Constantine attacked the Red Dragon Sanctuary...", Leon smiled, "Mother dragon's progress is really fast."
As the primordial power finished gathering, Rossweise began casting Soul Judgement.
The winds lifted her long hair, dress hem, sleeves, and the pendant necklace on her neck.
Though the progress was slow, Rossweise clearly felt the primordial power in her hands beginning to change bit by bit.
It was much more obvious than when she practiced alone earlier.
Rossweise's eyes lit up and she continued maintaining the transformation.
As the energy surged, the originally milky-white primordial power in her hand gradually turned into a rainbow of colors.
Seven hues swirled around the energy orb.
Like a rainbow.
But because the orb was small, the colors weren't very vivid.
Rossweise looked at the colorful orb in her hand with quiet joy.
The book said this was the first step to completing Soul Judgement.
Next...
Rossweise suddenly clenched her fist and crushed the orb in her palm.
Instantly, seven-colored light streamed out from between her fingers, mingled with milky white crystalline energy, dazzling and brilliant.
Rossweise raised her head, aiming at the Wrathhorn Bull in front of her.
"Moo! ヽ(`Д′)?"
Sensing danger, Angry Bull. Bull struggled violently.
Rossweise seized the moment and activated Soul Judgement on it.
The seven-colored light struck the Wrathhorn Bull, instantly transforming into specks of dust that enveloped it.
It struggled and growled in a muffled voice.
Rossweise panted slightly. Even this small-scale Soul Judgement consumed a lot of her physical strength and magic power.
'Looks like primordial magic really is—'
"Moo!!"
Before Rossweise could finish her thought, the Angry Bull. Bull stirred up again after a brief moment of calm.
"It... didn't work?"
Rossweise bit her lip and gathered primordial power in her hands once again.
She only had enough magic left for one more cast...
Strictly speaking, she didn't need to push herself so hard, but if she didn't take this opportunity to practice more, by tonight, her practice target would be turned into beef hot pot.
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