Isa felt the atmosphere at this moment was a little eerie.

Those two dragged her away—why, she couldn't fathom—from the sweet, milky scent and the soft cheeks of the little dragon girls, right into a café. They asked the kids to play on their own for a while.

She and Claudia sat on one side, while Leon and Roswitha were opposite them.

In front of everyone sat a cup of coffee.

Isa crossed her arms, the faint vapor of coffee drifting past her vision. She glanced at her sister sitting opposite and then at her brother-in-law.

Still, she couldn’t figure out what on earth this couple was planning to say.

The steam dissipated slowly, and the coffee was on the verge of cooling.

Finally unable to suppress her curiosity, Isa opened her mouth,

“So, what is it you want to tell me?”

After saying so, Isa cast a glance at Claudia beside her.

The graceful sea dragon woman shrugged innocently, signaling that she had no idea either.

Left with no choice, Isa turned her attention back to the couple.

They still seemed somewhat hesitant, as though whatever they were about to disclose was hard to put into words.

Isa tilted her head slightly, “If you won’t say it, I can only start guessing.”

The couple exchanged looks but chose to remain silent for the moment.

After all, this was a weighty matter. Even for two who had weathered so many storms together, it was impossible not to feel a bit anxious and unsure.

Thus, despite having decided to come clean with Isa, they were trying to build up the mental strength to say it.

“My guess is... Little Ros is pregnant again?”

Before the couple could process Isa’s words, Claudia, sitting next to her, couldn’t hold back a laugh first.

“No, no, I’m sorry... do carry on.”

Roswitha bit her lower lip lightly and shook her head. “No, sis, while we’ve thought about having a foruth child... for now, it’s just a thought.”

Isa arched an eyebrow. “So, what is it you want to say then?”

After a pause, Isa shifted to a look of eager anticipation and said, “You’re not planning to send Aurora to me by any chance, are you? Rest assured, if you want, I guarantee that in two hundred years, Aurora will surpass me and become an even better Red Dragon Queen.”

Though Leon had great confidence in Aurora’s talent and Isa’s fondness for her, even he had to interject—

“No, no, definitely not that…”

Isa let out a faint click of her tongue in impatience, her ruby-like eyes sweeping over the couple.

“If it’s not about some family-breaking issue, then stop wasting my time here. I still need to go play with the girls.”

“Fa-family breaking—” Roswitha mulled over her sister’s phrasing.

From a certain angle, it might involve something akin to “family breaking.”

Seeing her sister’s reaction, Isa thought she had likely guessed right.

“Is it really family breaking? What, are you two planning to get a divorce?”

In unison, the couple shook their heads to deny it.

“No, no, not at all. Divorce? How could that be possible when we’re even planning to have another baby…” Roswitha explained.

Leon added cautiously, “Actually… what we want to talk about isn’t just between the two of us. It’s also about you, sis.”

Isa furrowed her brow, pointing at the tip of her nose. “Me?” she asked, perplexed.

“Yes…”

Leon pressed his lips together, took a deep breath, and glanced at Roswitha beside him.

Roswitha gave him a barely perceptible nod.

Leon returned the gesture.

Alright.

One way or another, the proverbial knife was already to his throat—getting it over with only meant putting it into words. A man should be fearless!

Facing formidable Dragon Kings, Leon had never felt this nervous before.

So, to put it into perspective… Isa had just been promoted in his mind to the second-strongest Dragon Queen on Samael Continent.

The first was, of course, his wife.

Leon gave his head a quick shake to dismiss these random musings. Gathering his thoughts, he grew earnest and locked eyes with Isa.

“…Sis, the truth is, my union with Roswitha was... completely an accident.”

“What?”

“It happened like this—”

…

Leon couldn’t remember how much courage he had summoned to recount the entire story to Roswitha’s elder sister.

During those short ten-plus minutes, time seemed to stop.

He could almost recall the rhythm of his heartbeat, the beads of sweat rolling down his temples, his whitening knuckles, the dryness in his mouth, and the burning heat at the tips of his ears.

And, of course, Isa’s gaze upon him.

Not that Isa appeared angry throughout—it was just...

Strange.

Her expression began with slight astonishment. Then, as Leon continued explaining, it gradually softened until, in the end, there was almost a look on her face that said, "So, that’s the truth after all?"

Leon wasn’t sure if it was his imagination, but he felt Isa’s reaction was…

Too calm.

When he finally finished, the café’s corner table fell into a deathly silence.

Outside, the streets were buzzing with chatter. Inside, customers and waitstaff moved back and forth.

Yet, the four of them seemed isolated, as if untouched by the outside world’s cacophony.

Sunlight filtered through the window, casting a golden glow on their table, scattering the specks of dust in the air.

The boundary marked by that dust drew an invisible line between them.

“Ding—Ding—”

Claudia lightly tapped the edge of her coffee cup.

The ethereal, crisp sound was like the cue that broke the frozen timeline.

“Sis… we didn’t intend to hide this from you for so long,” Roswitha said. “There were many unresolved issues at the time. Now that it’s all settled, Leon and I decided not to keep it a secret anymore. Sis…”

“How… could you… do this?” Isa’s tone was sorrowful, her eyes trembling faintly.

“I am your sister! Why didn’t you tell me such a thing?”

“I’m sorry, sis… We—”

“Oh my, how is it that the offspring of the Melkevi family are all so rebellious?”

“My dear brother-in-law turns out to be an outsider, and I, as the elder sister, only find this out five years later—”

“Looking at it this way… I’m the real outsider here!”

The couple was left dumbfounded.

“…Sis?”

But Isa didn’t stop her dramatic performance after the single call.

“Oh, Dragon God~ If your spirit truly resides above, why didn’t you forewarn me earlier?”

“Now this crushing truth weighs heavily upon my heart, leaving me so pained that I can’t straighten my back, and even drawing a breath feels laborious.”

“Ah... sis? Are you even listening to us?”

“Of course I am! Otherwise, why would I be so upset right now?”

Leon froze. “Pardon me, sis, but I genuinely don’t figure out how upset you're…”

“I’m not upset?” Isa turned to Claudia. “Senior, do I honestly not look upset?”

Claudia sipped her coffee gracefully before replying, “It seems like you’re playing with a child.”

“…”

The remark struck home like a thunderclap.

Roswitha’s thoughts turned sharply, and suddenly, she realized, "So… Sis, you’ve known about Leon being human for a while, haven’t you?”

Seeing her act exposed, Isa pouted unhappily.

“I wouldn’t say I ‘knew,’ nor would I say for ‘a while.’”

She explained, “I began to grow curious about Leon's identity during Constantine’s attack on your Silver Dragon Clan. Everyone claimed your husband had single-handedly subdued that insane dragon. That's when I became skeptical. An offspring of a dissolved tribe could take down Constantine so effortlessly? At the time, the justification you provided—‘for the sake of love and justice’—was laughable, and I only let it slide because I didn’t feel like pressing further.”

“Later, when Constantine turned into a mutilated mess and attacked my Red Dragon Shrine, your husband used a technique—‘Thunder Thrust.’ But.”

Isa squinted slightly, locking eyes with Leon before continuing.

“At the time, he referred to that move as ‘Chidori.’ Only a few species ever call it by that name, and the Dragon Clan… isn’t one of them.”

“I ruled out the species that use ‘Chidori’ as a term. When only ‘humans’ remained, the picture became clear.”

“Just as I was about to investigate further, Grandmother stopped me.”

At this, Isa shrugged. “So, any background checks into my mysterious brother-in-law ended there.”

“But I was at least seventy percent convinced that this man—who promised to protect my sister and fulfilled that promise impeccably—did not belong to the Dragon Clan.”

Leon processed Isa’s words and, after some thought, asked, “Your grandmother… also knew?”

“Grandmother is a smart woman. If even I picked up on it, I’m sure she had her suspicions as well.”

“Why didn’t she reveal me and Roswitha then?”

“The very fact you and Little Ros have maintained your family to this day reflects Grandmother’s tacit approval.”

Reclining against her chair, Isa spoke leisurely, “Grandmother always said that the times should be handed over to the young, so they can make their own choices.”

“I suppose that’s why she never intervened in her granddaughter’s decisions.”

“And finally…”

Isa Rising slowly, the stern expression she had maintained eventually gave way to a gentle smile.

“The Melkevi family has endorsed your union. Take this recognition and blessing and carry it forward as you continue down your path together.”