Vol. 6 Ch. 14

Leon slowly opened his eyes to find himself standing in the familiar corridors of the Silver Dragon Sanctuary.

Or rather, they were mostly familiar. Subtle differences in the layout and decorations reminded him that this was not the Sanctuary as he remembered it, but rather a version shaped by

Rosvisser’s memory.

The corridor—or perhaps the veranda—was bustling with activity. Groups of maids were hurrying back and forth, each with an intensely focused expression on her face.

Leon leaned against the wall, silently watching the maids pass by. He opened his mouth, wanting to ask what time period this memory represented. After all, Aurora hadn’t specified which of

Rosvisser’s memories they’d be entering.

If it turned out to be that infamous moment when the "Valiant Black-Armored Commander of the Human Imperial Army" attacked the Sanctuary, Leon would need to think about how quickly he

could get out of this scene.

But just as he raised his hand to speak, his words caught in his throat. He glanced at his wrist—and froze. A white lace cuff adorned his wrist.

Leon stiffened, a bad feeling creeping over him. Lowering his gaze, he realized with growing horror that he was…

Wearing a maid’s outfit.

“What the—!”

Panicking, Leon quickly conducted a full-body check. Thankfully, his most vital part—little Leon—was still intact. Letting out a relieved sigh, he muttered to himself,

“It’s just a maid costume… no different from the roleplay outfits Rosvisser likes.”

Still, why on earth was he wearing a maid’s uniform?

Meanwhile, in the real world, Muse pointed excitedly at the crystal projection.

“Daddy’s new outfit is so shiny and pretty!”

Noa, however, turned her gaze to Aurora.

“Aurora, why is Dad wearing a maid’s uniform?”

Aurora scratched her head and smiled wryly.

“When you enter someone’s memory, the magic automatically assigns you a role suitable for the scene. Since all the people in this hallway are maids, and this memory probably involves the

maids, Dad ended up… like that.”

Moon’s eyes sparkled with curiosity.

“Oh, I see~ So that’s how it works!”

Aurora nodded. “Exactly.”

Noa, her expression unreadable, stared at the projection where her father was awkwardly inspecting his new outfit. After a pause, she spoke in her usual calm, commanding tone.

“Aurora, get the camera. Take a picture of Dad in that maid outfit.”

“I’ve been waiting for you to say that, Big Sis!” Aurora grinned.

Back in the memory, Leon was trying to figure out how to change out of his maid uniform when a familiar figure approached him.

“You there, maid! Why are you just standing around? Today’s a big day, so stop dawdling!”

Leon turned toward the voice.

“Anna—”

“Address me as ‘Head Maid’ during work hours,” Anna said coldly, her stern expression unwavering.

Leon swallowed nervously, deciding it was best to play along for now. Straightening his posture, he replied seriously,

“Apologies, Head Maid.”

Anna frowned, scrutinizing him closely. “Why is your voice so deep? Are you unwell?”

“Er… yes. I’ve been feeling a little under the weather lately,” Leon replied, doing his best to sound convincing.

Anna’s sharp gaze lingered on him for a moment, making Leon hold his breath. He feared what might happen if she discovered he wasn’t actually a maid.

After a tense pause, Anna sighed.

“I really need to revise the Sanctuary’s maid recruitment standards. Anyone too tall is unacceptable.”

“Too tall?! That’s what bothers you, Head Maid?” Leon thought to himself, momentarily relieved. “I was worried she’d recognize me as her future King!”

Anna handed him a tray filled with delicate, sparkling hair accessories.

“Take these to the room and hurry.”

“Yes, Head Maid,” Leon said, nodding.

Anna gave him a curt acknowledgment before turning to supervise the other maids.

Leon carried the tray into the designated room. A soft, pleasant fragrance filled the air as he entered. Inside, several maids were gathered around a dressing table, whispering among

themselves.

“This braid style might be a bit too severe,” one maid suggested.

“Hand me the wooden comb, Elia,” another instructed.

“Where are the hair accessories? Why haven’t they arrived yet?” a third maid asked.

The moment she turned and spotted Leon, she waved him over.

“Oh, there they are. Bring them over!”

“Coming!” Leon replied, quickly stepping forward to hand over the tray.

The maids took the accessories and began comparing them against the hair of the woman seated at the dressing table. Only now did Leon notice the figure sitting there.

She had her back straight and her eyes closed. Her long, radiant silver hair cascaded down her back, slightly disheveled from being unstyled. Yet even in this slightly untidy state, her beauty

was striking. If anything, the unpolished look only added a touch of ethereal charm to her already breathtaking appearance.

Leon stared, entranced, and murmured without thinking,

“Rosvisser— Ow!”

“How dare you address Her Majesty by name? Are you new here?” one of the maids, Elia, scolded, flicking Leon’s forehead.

Elia paused mid-grumble, rubbing her fingers.

“His head is so hard…”

The commotion caught Rosvisser’s attention. She slowly opened her eyes and gazed at the mirror in front of her, where her silver pupils met Leon’s reflection.

For a moment, their eyes locked through the mirror.

This Rosvisser was different from the one Leon knew. She seemed colder, more detached, with an air of indifference in her gaze. Her silvery pupils gave away no hint of emotion.

Thankfully, this version of Rosvisser didn’t seem overly strict. She closed her eyes again, allowing the maids to continue working on her hair.

Elia breathed a sigh of relief and gave Leon a small nudge.

“Don’t just stand there. Do your job properly.”

Leon nodded, pretending to comply. Technically, his task of delivering the hair accessories was complete. There was no need for him to intervene further.

As he observed the scene, Leon’s gaze shifted to Rosvisser’s hair.

Her long silver locks, adorned with intricate accessories and delicate touches, would suit any style. However, judging by the maids’ hushed discussions, today was an important occasion, and

they were striving for absolute perfection.

“Ugh, this braid feels a bit too plain…” one maid muttered.

“I agree. Let’s try something else,” another suggested.

“Alright, let’s redo it,” came the consensus.

“Elya,” Rosvisser’s voice suddenly broke through the maids’ chatter.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Elya responded, instantly standing straighter.

“If there’s no suitable accessory, just leave it as it is.”

Elya and the other two maids visibly panicked. They hurriedly bowed their heads, stammering,

“Apologies, Your Majesty. We failed to—”

“Um…”

At that moment, Leon, who had been quietly observing, raised his hand hesitantly. His slightly deeper-than-usual voice immediately caught Rosvisser’s attention again.

She narrowed her eyes, turning her gaze once more to his reflection in the mirror.

Elya grabbed Leon’s wrist, lowering her voice to a harsh whisper.

“The Queen is upset. Don’t say anything foolish!”

“It’s fine,” Rosvisser said coolly. “What do you want to say?”

“Um… I have an idea. May I try something?” Leon asked cautiously. He extended his hand toward Rosvisser’s head, measuring a spot near her ear.

“How about adding a small, delicate braid here as an accent?”

Elya froze, then immediately shook her head.

“That’s far too simple! Today is a significant occasion for Her Majesty. How could we go with such a plain design?”

Leon shrugged.

“Why not give it a try? If it doesn’t look good, you can just undo it and try something else. It won’t take much time.”

“This…”

Elya glanced at Rosvisser for guidance. The Queen spared a brief glance at Leon in the mirror before nodding.

“Let him try.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.” Elya reluctantly handed Leon the tools.

Leon wasted no time. With practiced hands, he began weaving the small braid near Rosvisser’s temple. This wasn’t the first time he had styled her hair this way. Years ago, during a similar

moment of intimacy when Rosvisser was recovering from exhaustion, he had impulsively braided her hair like this. To his surprise, she had kept the detail ever since, finding it charming despite

her otherwise regal demeanor.

In no time, the braid was done. Rosvisser tilted her head slightly, inspecting herself in the mirror.

For a brief moment, the corners of her lips curved into a barely noticeable smile.

“Not bad,” she said softly.

Elya, hearing the Queen’s rare approval, exhaled in relief and discreetly gave Leon a thumbs up. Leon grinned smugly.

“Come on, who’s better at aesthetics than me? You maids still have a lot to learn~”

Rosvisser rose gracefully from her seat.

“Well, it’s time for us to head to the main hall.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Elya replied with a deep bow.

Leon blinked, then leaned closer to a nearby maid and whispered,

“This big occasion—is it because of a visiting guest? The Red Dragon Queen, perhaps?”

The maid’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“You’re serious? You don’t know what today is?”

“…So, what is it?”

“It’s Her Majesty’s coronation ceremony, of course!”

“Wow! So this is Mom’s coronation day!” Moon exclaimed excitedly.

“I’ve only ever seen photos of her first day as Queen in Aunt Anna’s albums.”

“It’s surprising, though,” Aurora mused, calculating dates.

“Mom hasn’t been Queen for that long—barely sixty years.”

Noa nodded.

“Yes, but there’s such a stark difference between the Mom we know now and the one in this memory.”

The eldest princess turned to look at the couple still lying in deep sleep. Her gaze lingered briefly on her mother before finally settling on her father.

“Was it Dad who changed Mom?” she murmured.

Muse, standing nearby, suddenly raised a question.

“Big Sister, Dad just changed a detail in Mom’s memory, didn’t he? If that memory is altered, what will happen to Mom?”

Aurora shook her head reassuringly.

“Remember what Dad said earlier—‘Memory Rewind’ doesn’t alter how the target perceives their memories. It’s completely harmless.”

She continued,

“For Mom, it’ll feel like she had a vivid dream. She’ll retain her original memory, but the part Dad changed will linger like a dream, without affecting her actual thoughts.”

Muse nodded in understanding.

“Ah, I see. That’s good, then.”

“Big Sister, Aurora, Muse, come quickly! Mom’s about to be crowned!” Moon called excitedly.

The little dragon girls crowded around the Memory Crystal again, their eyes fixed on the unfolding scene.

In the grand Silver Dragon Sanctuary, Rosvisser walked down a red carpet edged with golden embroidery. She wore a flowing gown that trailed behind her, her steps measured and steady as

she ascended the throne’s platform.

Elders and high-ranking members of the Silver Dragon Clan looked on with solemn expressions as she approached the throne.

“Rosvisser Melkvey,” the Silver Dragon Priest intoned.

“On this day in the year 1681 of the Creation Calendar, you are hereby crowned as the second Dragon King of the Silver Dragon Clan.”

“She is also the youngest Dragon King in our clan’s history.”

“With remarkable strength and wisdom, Rosvisser Melkvey completed the Dragon King trials in just two decades, earning the unanimous approval of the clan’s elders.”

“She is undoubtedly worthy of this title.”

The priest lowered his head in reverence before proclaiming,

“Now, let us pledge our loyalty to our new King!”

At his words, the maids, guards, and elite members of the Silver Dragon Clan knelt in unison, bowing deeply to their new ruler.

“Hail Queen Rosvisser! Under your guidance, the Silver Dragons will flourish!”

The priest knelt as well, joining in the oath of loyalty.

Rosvisser stood before her jade throne, a silver crown resting upon her head. Bathed in the light of reverence and expectation, she spoke in a clear, commanding voice,

“May the Silver Dragons thrive for eternity.”

Her simple yet resolute words ignited a fire of confidence among her people. They rose to their feet, raising their fists and shouting in unison,

“May the Silver Dragons thrive for eternity!”

“May the Silver Dragons thrive for eternity!”

Hours later, as the coronation ceremony drew to a close, Rosvisser returned to her chamber, accompanied by Anna.

She removed her crown and changed into more comfortable attire.

“Your Majesty,” Anna said respectfully, “please rest for a while. We still have the evening banquet, and the Red Dragon Queen and other Dragon Kings will attend.”

Rosvisser nodded and sat at her dressing table, intending to relax. However, as she gazed at her reflection, her eyes drifted to the small braid near her ear. She gently touched it, a faint smile

forming on her lips.

“Anna,” she asked softly, “the maid who delivered the accessories today… where is she?”

Anna blinked, caught off guard.

“I’m not sure, Your Majesty. Shall I summon her for you?”

“No need,” Rosvisser replied, still toying with the braid. After a moment, she chuckled quietly.

“What an interesting person.”

Outside the sanctuary, Leon stood atop a towering tree, gazing at the brightly lit sanctuary. He murmured softly,

“I’m glad I could be part of such a monumental moment in your life.”

His voice carried gently on the wind.

“Well then… let’s see what the next memory holds.”