Vol. 4 Ch. 90

“That sums up the whole story,” Leon said.

In their bedroom, Rosvisser lay on the bed, her hand gently resting on her growing belly. Leon sat at her bedside, peeling an apple while recounting the events of the day.

After listening, the queen nodded thoughtfully. “So, according to your brilliant strategy and heroic decision-making, you single-handedly defeated the Six-Winged Dragonhawk and recovered…”

Her gaze shifted to the Jade Dew Dragonfruit on the bedside table. “…the single, precious Jade Dew Dragonfruit. Is that right?”

“Exactly! You’re so clever, darling. That’s the perfect summary,” Leon replied, his grin wide.

Rosvisser scoffed, pulling a notebook out from beneath her pillow. She flipped it open to the first page. “Yet according to Sherry’s guard report, the one who dealt the critical blow to the dragonhawk was Noa.”

Placing the notebook down, she rested her cheek in her hand and gave her husband a playful, teasing smile. “Meanwhile, you, my dear husband, our wise and courageous Silver Dragon Prince, missed every attack and merely served as a springboard for our beloved daughter. Correct?”

Leon’s face flushed red, though he tried to defend himself. “Well, Noa was using *Thunder Wolf Breakthrough* and *Thousand Birds,* both of which I taught her. So technically, I deserve at least a third of the credit.”

“Oh? Fine, I’ll let that slide for the sake of your one-third contribution,” Rosvisser said, her tone mischievous. “But that doesn’t explain why you only brought back *one* dragonfruit when Sherry’s report clearly states there were two.”

Cold sweat broke out on Leon’s forehead. “Uh, well…”

Rosvisser smacked the edge of the bed, pretending to be angry. “Admit it! You gave the other one to some little dragoness outside, didn’t you?”

Leon: ?

If Leon ever wrote a book, it could be titled *How to Turn a Cold and Domineering Queen into a Whimsical Girl.* The answer? Get her pregnant.

Still, he couldn’t fathom why Rosvisser’s mood swings seemed to worsen with each pregnancy. When she was expecting Aurora, he’d barely managed to keep up. Now with their fourth child, her playful tantrums had become an everyday occurrence.

Not that Leon minded. In fact, he found this side of her rather endearing—more so than her usual aloof demeanor.

“Alright, fine. I gave it to another dragoness. Happy now?” Leon joked.

“Leon.”

“Yes?”

“You can tease me, but I can’t tease you back.”

“Why not?”

“Because I can’t handle it.”

Leon laughed, shaking his head. “Fair enough. You’re nothing if not honest.”

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By now, Leon had finished peeling and slicing the apple, arranging the pieces neatly on a plate and adding a few toothpicks before placing it by Rosvisser’s pillow.

“Actually,” he began, “the other dragonfruit went to the Six-Winged Dragonhawk’s mate. She’s pregnant, too, and it stole the fruit to help her. I didn’t find out until I was about to leave, so I decided to leave one for them.”

“And why didn’t you tell me this earlier?”

“Because you’re my wife, and I thought leaving my name out of it would be poetic,” Leon quipped.

“Rubbish. You’re my husband; there’s no need to be poetic with me.”

Leon grinned sheepishly. Rosvisser shot him an exasperated look before laughing, her annoyance giving way to amusement.

“Sherry’s report mentioned it already. I was just teasing you on purpose.”

“I figured.”

“And you still played along?”

“Of course. Pregnancy comes with privileges, doesn’t it?”

Rosvisser smiled warmly. Some people show love by patiently enduring their partner’s antics, no matter how unreasonable or trivial. Leon was one of those people. He never showed frustration and always humored her whims, knowing her boundaries and respecting them.

Rosvisser picked up a piece of apple and held it to Leon’s lips. “You’ve earned this. Open wide.”

“Ah—” Just as Leon leaned forward, Rosvisser pulled the apple back and popped it into her own mouth. She bit down but left half of it teasingly between her lips. Looking at Leon with a mischievous glint in her eye, she tilted her chin provocatively.

“Oh, you little dragoness,” Leon growled. “If you’re going to play games, then I’ll just take it from you.”

With that, Leon pounced, pinning Rosvisser beneath him as he stole the apple from her mouth. She giggled, her protests half-hearted.

“Careful! Don’t press on my belly.”

“Where do you think you’re putting your hands?”

“Alright, alright, you win! Stop—ah! That tickles—stop it!”

“Don’t pull my tail!”

Their playful tussle ended with laughter and stolen kisses. The moral of the story? Once you offer your husband an apple, don’t take it back, or you might regret it.

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A week later, Saint Sis Academy held its junior dragon graduation ceremony.

“Inside scoop, folks: Noa ranked first in the practical exam,” Claudia said, crossing her arms as she watched Leon and Rosvisser lurking in a corner. “So why do you two look so nervous? Hiding from someone?”

Leon and Rosvisser quickly shushed her with matching gestures.

Claudia raised an eyebrow. “An enemy?”

They shook their heads.

“A debt collector?”

Still no.

“Then what are you hiding from—”

“Ah, there you are, Mr. Leon, Miss Rosvisser!” a familiar voice called out behind Claudia.

At that moment, Claudia saw something on the couple’s faces she hadn’t seen before: pure despair.

Turning, she found herself face-to-face with Vice Principal Wilson.

“Ah, Claudia! Good to see you too,” the elderly dragon said, adjusting his monocle. After a polite handshake with Claudia, he turned his attention to the cornered couple.

“Leon! My boy!” Wilson exclaimed, seizing Leon’s hand in a firm grip. “I hear you and Rosvisser are preparing for another child. What wonderful news!”

Leon chuckled awkwardly. “Well, you know how it is…”

“Wonderful! Truly wonderful!” Wilson gushed. “Your contributions to the dragon race’s future are beyond commendable. Exceptional, really!”

Typically, dragon families had one or two children to maintain a “few but exceptional” approach to procreation, ensuring their bloodlines remained pure and strong. Yet Leon and Rosvisser had already surpassed expectations by having three children in just seven years, with a fourth on the way.

What made their feat even more remarkable was the exceptional talent displayed by their first three children, each a prodigy in their own right. Naturally, Vice Principal Wilson believed their fourth child would also be extraordinary and was determined to recruit them into Saint Sis Academy.

“Really, Leon, your efforts are invaluable! The future of the dragon race owes so much to you!” Wilson continued, his gratitude almost overwhelming.

Leon’s smile froze. “Ah, yes… Just doing our part.”

Beside him, Rosvisser remained silent, fearing that any comment might shift Wilson’s relentless focus onto her.

Eventually, Wilson had to leave to prepare for the ceremony, allowing the couple to breathe a sigh of relief.

“That was scarier than any debtor,” Claudia remarked.

Leon wiped sweat from his brow and helped Rosvisser do the same. “The last time we escaped the vice principal’s enthusiasm was months ago, at the junior dragons’ orientation.”

“How’d you manage that?” Claudia asked.

“Konstantin distracted him for us.”

“Ah, the mad dragon’s value increases yet again,” Claudia mused.

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The graduation ceremony began shortly after. The young dragons, clad in custom-made robes, lined up neatly to receive their certificates.

“Congratulations, Helena, for graduating third in your class. Here is your certificate. Keep working hard!” announced Principal Olato.

“Thank you, Principal Olato,” Helena said, bowing deeply as she accepted her certificate.

“Frontai, congratulations on earning second place in your exams. Here is your certificate,” Vice Principal Wilson said.

Finally, the two administrators approached the top student of the class, kneeling slightly as they handed her the certificate.

“Noa K. Melkvey, congratulations. You are the youngest and most outstanding student in Saint Sis Academy’s history to graduate from the junior division. Your name will be etched into the academy’s wall of honor, alongside those of countless greats.”

Olato then produced a golden medal and pinned it to Noa’s chest.

“The Holy Tiamat Medal will illuminate your path forward,” he declared.

Taking Noa’s hand, he turned to the crowd of teachers, parents, and students, raising her arm high. In that moment, thunderous applause erupted, all for her.

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TL NOTE

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