Isa had long since become aware of Leon's questionable identity, and that alone was enough to shock the couple.

But what they didn’t expect was—had Grandmother Veronica vaguely discovered it too?

Originally, Roswitha had her concerns.

The closeness of her relationship with her sister Isa—true peer-to-peer intimacy—meant that even if Isa didn’t accept it when Roswitha revealed the truth, she could still persuade her.

But with her grandmother, it was different.

Her grandmother belonged to the older generation, and her ideology might be influenced by the beliefs of the elder Dragon Clan. Roswitha felt that if her grandmother couldn’t accept Leon, then it truly meant she couldn’t. No amount of persuasion would budge her.

But what unfolded was…

Both the other members of the Melkevi family already knew.

Thinking of this, Roswitha hadn’t even had time to marvel at the sharpness of her sister and grandmother. Instead, she squinted her eyes and cast a skeptical gaze at the most formidable Dragon Slayer standing beside her.

“I told you long ago to fake a tail, and you didn’t obey. Now my sister’s found you out.”

Oh, dragoness, your obsession with tail is so deep! Leon mocked silently in his heart.

“Well… well, it wasn’t because of the tail that I got found out! Your elder sister just said so earlier—it was because of the name ‘Chidori.’”

Still, to have his human identity—a secret hidden for so many years—exposed just from a move's name seemed like a wasted effort to Leon.

No matter how flawlessly he disguised himself, certain habits ingrained in him since childhood inevitably slipped through at unguarded moments.

For instance, from Leon's initial exposure to magic to his graduation from the Dragon-Slaying Academy, no one ever told him that the spell of channeling lightning through one’s palm was called "Thunder Thrust."

“When you were teaching Noa magic, didn't you already switch to calling it 'Thunder Thrust' to avoid your daughter catching on?”

“Sure, I switched to it, but that was a deliberate adjustment. During Constantine's night raid, I was tense, so of course I wasn’t paying attention. Plus…”

“Plus what?”

“Plus, only you Dragon Clan folks could come up with a boring name like ‘Thunder Thrust.’”

Roswitha: →_→

Isa: →_→

Claudia: →_→

“Brother-in-law, you’re not pretending anymore, huh? Are you saying that the Dragon Clan’s naming style, praised for straightforwardness and simplicity, becomes ‘boring’ when it’s you judging it?”

“If you think the Dragon Clan’s naming lacks flair, how about you return that equally ‘boring’ name, ‘Nine Hells Gate,’ back to me?”

“Listen, seated before you are two Dragon Clan leaders and a soon-to-be leader. If you’ve got grievances or insults about the Dragon Clan, it’s best to keep them for when we’re at home, just the two of us.”

Leon: ...

Sure, everyone accepted his identity as an outsider human, but why did it still feel… like he was under interrogation?!

Isa opened her mouth, about to tease her brother-in-law some more. Then something dawned on her, and instead, she turned to the elegant blue-haired woman beside her.

“Senior, hearing your words… it sounds like you figured out my brother-in-law’s little secret even earlier than I did?”

Claudia lowered her blue lashes slightly, a faint smile gracing her lips.

She gave no answer.

But even her subtle reaction could be regarded as tacit admission.

“So how did you know, Senior?”

“How I know... I’ll tell you later.”

Claudia said, “The weight of revelations you’re processing today is already heavy enough. And the full story of how I learned he’s human—well—that’s even juicier. I’m scared it might overwhelm you. Let’s save it for another day.”

“Something even more shocking?” Isa tilted her head, intrigued.

“Of course,” Claudia nodded.

Isa then glanced back at her younger sister and brother-in-law. “What is it? Tell me—what’s it about?”

The couple awkwardly covered their faces.

“It’s about… certain matters related to the sea.”

So it had to do with the Sea Dragon Clan?

Isa, being astute as ever, deduced as much. Realizing it involved the Sea Dragon Clan and noticing that their Princess Claudia didn’t intend to divulge further, Isa chose not to push for answers.

The group continued conversing about events over the past few years.

Inevitably, the topic circled back to the Empire that had orchestrated Leon's downfall to such an extent.

“Speaking of the Empire, I heard there was some major unrest within their ranks recently—was it… a coup?”

Isa propped her beautiful chin lightly on her hand, gazing at her sister with a knowing smile.

“And those same two days, when I sent a message to the Silver Dragon Clan, I received a reply saying that you and your Silver Dragon Prince had gone out to patrol and wouldn’t be back for at least seven days.

“During the exact time frame of the Empire’s regime change, you two just happened to be out.”

“It’s not that I want to overthink this, you two, but the humans who turned the Empire upside down… couldn’t have been you, right?”

Roswitha lowered her head in silence.

General Leon, however, puffed out his chest proudly.

“That’s right—it was me!”

His eagerness to claim credit was so over-the-top that even Claudia couldn't help but let out a soft laugh at his earnest, hot-blooded demeanor.

“Senior, don’t laugh! You were part of it too.”

Claudia shrugged lightly. “Yes, I participated—it was fun.”

Isa raised an eyebrow. “You went with them as well, Senior?”

“Indeed.”

“And the three of you alone toppled the Empire?”

“Uh… not just the three of us. There was also an organization called ‘Lionheart Association,’ formed by some of my supporters. And—”

The red-haired beauty tilted her head slightly. “And?”

Leon scratched the back of his head, hesitating before finally stammering out,

“And Constantine…”

Isa gasped audibly, feeling her vision blur as she swayed and nearly collapsed backward.

Thankfully, Claudia caught her in time, propping her against her shoulder. Otherwise, there was a real chance the Red Dragon Queen might have fainted out of sheer exasperation.

When Isa had somewhat recovered, she jokingly grumbled,

“You even dragged Constantine into helping, yet you didn’t call me? This family relationship is over. Little Ros, this man is no good—divorce him when you get home.”

“Hey, no, Sis!” Leon hurried to explain, “At the time, we didn’t know you had figured out my identity, so we didn’t dare involve you.”

Isa huffed, rolling her eyes playfully. “Hmph, excuses.”

No doubt, these two were sisters—in both the way they rolled their eyes and their particular air of stubbornness!

Identical pride!

“Well then, didn’t Constantine previously attack both you and my Red Dragon Shrine? Why would he turn around and help you deal with the Empire?” Isa probed.

“Oh, it’s like this.”

Leon recounted the sequence of events, from his first showdown with Constantine to finally resolving the Empire’s turmoil.

When he finished, Isa mused thoughtfully,

“Turning an enemy into an ally... That’s a clever move.”

Leon blinked, then shook his head. “Not exactly an ally—we only cooperated because we shared a common goal. Fundamentally, Constantine still very much wants to give me a good beating.”

Moreover, just thinking about the Primordial Magic artifacts he owed Constantine made Leon feel drained.

Hopefully, given Constantine’s advanced age, his memory wouldn’t be as sharp.

If that old dragon forgets and nobody reminds him… maybe this debt might just disappear!

“Is that so.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Isa took a delicate sip of coffee, pondering before speaking.

“Since this human-dragon war was instigated by the Empire and certain Dragon Kings pulling strings from behind the scenes, the downfall of the Empire’s shadowy regime signifies that this war is entering its final phase.”

“But how exactly it should end, and who should bring about its conclusion… Those are tricky questions.”

A war lasting over a century wouldn’t end abruptly because of a single regime change.

There was an overwhelming amount of cleanup to be done.

And the questions Isa raised about “how it should end” and “who should conclude it” were the most critical of all.

“Looking at the current situation, the Empire’s side is easier to manage, because Leon’s intentions will dictate the Empire’s next steps.”

Roswitha added, “So if we want to determine the ultimate outcome of this human-dragon war, we need a voice of authority from within the Dragon Clan.”

“But unlike the Empire,” Claudia said smoothly, “the Dragon Clan fell into a state of internal conflict soon after the Primordial Dragon Queen self-sealed.”

Despite external threats somewhat reducing the intensity of their civil strife over the last century, the lack of a unifying figure like the Primordial Dragon Queen continued to plague them.

As they were stuck deliberating, Leon suddenly sensed himself being watched.

A Dragon Slayer was acutely perceptive to the gaze of a Dragon Clan member.

He discreetly surveyed the surroundings.

Finally, he spotted someone standing across the street through the floor-to-ceiling window.

“What’s wrong?”

Roswitha asked, following his line of sight.

Isa and Claudia did the same.

And all of them immediately recognized the figure.

“It’s that servant we encountered last time at the Twilight Tower.”