CHAPTER 480: CHAPTER 472: PRESSURE

Cecilia is pregnant. During her pregnancy, she was quite calm, unlike Tassera, who during her pregnancy had to consume a magic item every few days or felt uncomfortable, like suffering from magic addiction, eventually consuming all the magic items collected with great effort, forcing Leon to open the Treasure Vault.

It must be mentioned that even while pregnant, Cecilia, as the Prime Minister, continued steadfastly at her post. It’s not that Leon is heartless; rather, as a Green Dragon, her ambition for power when dealing with intelligent beings is as strong as other dragons’ greed for wealth, and she is unwilling to relinquish her power no matter what.

The people favor the youngest child, the Emperor favors the eldest son.

As the King, Leon already has Sharon - Tiamat being female, showcasing the status of the Mother Dragon. For dragons, there is no gender distinction in terms of status; the eldest son and daughter are the same, with everything based on strength—and a lot of energy and resources have been invested in Sharon.

Unless Sharon indeed proves incapable, Leon will not have any other thoughts.

Of course, Leon is very concerned about Cecilia and their future child, but unlike his initial experience of fatherhood when he was full of unease and anxiety, he has adopted a more natural approach this time.

"I wonder what kind of child Cecilia will give birth to?"

"Definitely won’t be as good as my daughter."

Tassera doesn’t care about Cecilia’s pregnancy at all, because from Cecilia’s current behavior, there have been no anomalies during her pregnancy, definitely not giving birth to a more outstanding child than a Nether Dragon. Although Angelica mentioned that when she carried Leon, there were no anomalies either, but Leon behaved peculiarly after hatching.

"Why are you also amused?" Salovis, true to her role as an unruly elder, frightened Sharon, "Aren’t you afraid that once your siblings are born, they’ll take all of your father’s love?"

"That’s what they deserve." Sharon didn’t care, "Dad has so many partners, it can’t just be me alone. I’ve had his love for so long, I should be content."

"Once they’re born, I’ll have playmates of the same age." As a Blue Dragon, Sharon has a big family mindset, "When everyone grows up and I become the Zhen Dan Queen, I’ll have my Prime Minister and Great General... With such a large country, can you really rely on outsiders without family members?"

"Ah..." Salovis was stunned by Sharon’s words, "Aren’t you afraid they’ll fight for your position?"

"Dad isn’t afraid of you, and I’m not afraid of them either." Sharon, hand on hips, exclaimed confidently, "I am a Nether Dragon, and given a hundred years, I can definitely be as strong as Dad... Auntie, if you keep this up and fall behind Dad and Mom, you might end up working for me."

"Ah." Salovis was dumbfounded.

Throughout the Zhen Dan Kingdom, the one most concerned about Cecilia’s pregnancy was none other than—Isily.

Tassera only had one child and it is unknown how many Cecilia will have. If she gave birth to a clutch... Currently, the balance between Colorful Dragons and Metal Dragons in the Zhen Dan Kingdom is already disturbed. If this continues, it won’t end well. Because of this, Isily frequently visits Fiora’s office to discuss strategies.

"Why is there no movement from your belly despite being so long?" Today, Isily was in Fiora’s office, staring intently at Fiora’s belly, looking left and right, "If you keep delaying, the Zhen Dan Kingdom will sooner or later become the realm of those evil dragons."

"You’re asking me, but I don’t know either." Fiora slumped her shoulders, full of helplessness and worry. Her inability to conceive felt like a heavy stone pressing on her heart.

Some people lose their appetite under stress, while others, like Fiora, find theirs increasing. She kept putting piece after piece of dessert into her mouth.

"You can still eat?" Isily asked.

Fiora touched her forehead and replied, "Just because I can’t conceive, doesn’t mean I can’t eat."

"I think you’re just too uptight," Isily said, unable to suppress her laughter. She wasn’t stupid; on the contrary, she was quite cunning and knew Fiora well having known her for so long, fully aware of her nature.

"Why are you laughing?" Fiora sensed Isily’s laughter held ill intentions and frowned slightly.

"I believe you’ve been proactive enough," Isily said teasingly, "What I’m trying to say is, sometimes you need to be careful, and not just focus on your own enjoyment... I heard a little secret that Cecilia never pursues pleasure in bed, only the goal of getting pregnant."

Upon hearing this, Fiona’s face instantly flushed red.

The Knight Lady, before breaking down, was very conscious of her identity, keeping a stern face and pretending to be calm, "I don’t understand what nonsense you’re talking about."

Isily observed Fiora’s demeanor, opened her mouth as if to speak, hesitated several times, and finally gritted her teeth, saying, "Now is a critical time, no... fine, fine, I’ll just assume you can’t understand. Anyway, now I’ll teach you a few tricks, so listen carefully."

"I remember you being a young dragon, right?" Fiora retorted.

"I am indeed a young dragon, but my great-aunt isn’t, and she has many offspring, rich in experience." Isily thought her great-aunt instructed her to hold some back, but now isn’t the time for games, they should stand united, because the Metal Dragons are being completely defeated by the Colorful Dragons, "Now I’ll teach you the little tricks she taught me, so listen carefully."

Isily lightly bit her lip, making her lips slightly pale, her delicate face blushing slightly, and then she started speaking endlessly, occasionally gesturing with her hands.

"Got it." Fiora remained expressionless.

"I’m being serious," Isily stomped her foot, looking very serious, "You can’t be like before anymore, getting so worked up, losing your mind, and getting carried away."

Hearing this, Fiora clenched her fist. She really wanted to get physical, is there anyone who badmouths people like this?

"I know that Leon always hoped you could become the one who masters far navigation... he wishes to become the Dragon God himself, constantly asking me to help publicize him," Isily nodded as if she decided on something, though truth may offend, "Leon chose you primarily because you are a bronze dragon, not because your talent is extraordinarily high."

"Such a good opportunity, surely can’t be missed, what if it succeeds? Even the weakest god is still a god." Isily patiently added, "Compared to venturing into the unknown with slim hope, this matter is far more important."

Isily was getting increasingly passionate, suddenly noticing Fiora’s lips slightly moving, curiously asked, "What do you want to say?"

Fiora, having a bit of backbone, replied, "If you think I’m inadequate, why don’t you take over yourself?"

"The envoy sent by His Majesty, your great-aunt Siajie, would rather see you ascend, wouldn’t she? You have a noble status and are highly intelligent and clever."

A smirk of disdain appeared at the corner of Fiora’s mouth, "Coincidentally, don’t you also like Leon? He’s quite charming, strong and valiant, capable of defeating the Ocean Goddess even before coming of age, and incredibly generous. After following him for so many years, you’ve at least amassed nearly one hundred thousand gold coins, right?"

Isily was left with a flushed face by Fiora’s words, trying to retort but uncertain how, since deep down she felt guilty.

"You are all talk, one idea after another, but when it’s time to act, you always procrastinate," Fiora’s eyes were filled with disdain, "You can’t go on like this."

"I, I..." Isily stammered endlessly, unable to articulate anything, "Anyway, I’ve said what needs to be said, take care, I have matters to attend to," and hurriedly left.

Fiora watched Isily’s retreating figure, her eyes slightly downcast, murmuring to herself.

"It’s easy to talk without an aching back."

"If you lack the courage, I’ll help you."

Overwhelmed with pressure, Fiora was starting to turn a bit dark.