Roswitha basically had no spare time during the day.

As the head maid Anna had mentioned, Roswitha personally oversaw every matter, big or small, of the Silver Dragon Clan.

It was only around seven or eight in the evening that Roswitha could finally put an end to her hectic day and sit down to rest for a while.

So naturally, the task of taking care of the child during the day fell upon Leon.

Aside from playing games with Muen, Leon also ensured that her education was not neglected.

Leon’s thoughts were as follows:

Sweetheart, even though we’re living under someone else’s roof for now, constantly forced to endure that she-dragon’s temper, there will come a day when your dad will take you far away from here. It doesn’t matter that you’re a mixed-blood little dragon girl, but you must grow up to be a cultured and well-educated dragon girl.

This line was something Leon’s master had once told him years ago.

Except, the original wording from his master had been far less refined.

“Leon, it’s fine if you’re an orphan, but you must be a cultured orphan!”

Leon almost knocked his master’s dentures out upon hearing that.

Thinking of his master inevitably brought a pang of bitterness to Leon’s heart.

It had been two years since he ended up here with the Silver Dragon Clan. Most likely, back in the Empire, he’d long been presumed a martyr.

His master had always said that Leon was the most promising student he had ever trained. From a young age, his master had believed Leon was destined to become a great Dragon Slayer who would shine on every battlefield.

And indeed, Leon did not disappoint his master’s high expectations.

He became a renowned Dragon Slayer, a hero whose name was spoken with admiration throughout the land.

Though, tragically, it wasn’t only on the battlefield where Leon “shone brightly”—he also made a name for himself in the Silver Dragon Queen’s bed.

Leon endured the indignity, convincing himself that this was but a covert mission behind enemy lines, one requiring immense patience and sacrifice.

He firmly believed that one day, he would escape this place with his beloved daughter!

But before that day came, aside from nursing himself back to health, he had to continue working on swaying Muen to his side.

The little dragon girl was his key to escape.

After all, throughout the entire Silver Dragon Clan, Muen was the only one who had a good relationship with Leon—everyone else, no doubt, would stand firmly with Roswitha.

“Daddy~ I want to hear the story from yesterday again~”

In the room, Muen sat on Leon’s lap, holding up a copy of *Awakening Stories for Young Dragons*.

Leon’s thoughts flickered, and he hesitated for a moment.

Mixed-blood, mixed-blood—since you’re already mixed-blood, perhaps you shouldn’t keep learning only about the Dragon Clan’s knowledge.

Why not learn a thing or two about the humans, just to give your dad some dignity?

Leon took the storybook from Muen’s hands and set it aside.

“Little Muen, do you want to hear stories about other races?”

Muen’s eyes sparkled with interest, and she eagerly nodded. “Yes, yes, yes! Daddy, tell me!”

“So, how about Daddy tells you some stories about the humans?”

Muen blinked, then immediately shook her head.

Leon was taken aback. “Why not?”

“Mother says humans are shameless fools who always take advantage of others and do filthy, despicable things. Especially that… Dragon Slayer Army they organized—it even sounds scary.”

Leon couldn’t help but ponder the weight of Muen’s words.

The name “Dragon Slayer Army” was indeed… intimidating, at least from the perspective of the Dragon Clan.

Thinking of it the other way around, if Leon ever heard of a powerful foreign race forming something like a “Human Slayer Army,” his first reaction would likely involve unease as well.

But what did “shameless fools” and “filthy, despicable things” mean?

Was that she-dragon throwing indirect insults at him?

Leon looked at Muen’s little face, which bore a sincere expression, deeply trusting in whatever Roswitha had told her.

Dammit.

It seemed that the she-dragon had already planted her influence. Swaying this little dragon girl’s perceptions was going to be an uphill battle.

“Well… that’s not entirely true. After all, every species has two sides to it. You might think that most humans are shameless fools, but there could also be kind, hardworking people among them.”

“Two sides…” Muen mulled over this unfamiliar phrase.

Her little brain wasn’t yet ready to grasp such complex ideas.

“Mm, it means that Muen shouldn’t judge something from just one perspective. Try looking at it from different angles—maybe you’ll discover something completely new.” Leon explained.

Muen seemed deep in thought, her tiny tail flicking up and down. “But I’ve never met a human before, so I have no idea what their other side looks like.”

Sweetheart, the person holding you right now is a 100% pure-blooded human.

Leon sighed internally but still patiently explained to Muen.

“That’s why Daddy is going to tell you some stories about humans. Maybe it will help you gain a new understanding of them.”

Muen tilted her head, a bit puzzled about why her dad was so insistent on discussing humans with her.

But ultimately, she didn’t mind as long as she could chat with her father. No matter what he talked about, she was happy to listen.

“Alright, Daddy, go ahead. Muen will listen obediently.”

Leon secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

As expected, his own daughter was utterly lovable and sweet, always willing to listen.

From there, Leon began to tell Muen various classic tales and legends from the human world.

Muen listened with rapt attention, utterly engrossed.

Of course, Leon didn’t forget to emphasize the concept of “two sides” throughout his storytelling.

Right now, Muen still held primarily the impressions Roswitha had left her about humans.

So Leon couldn’t just outright declare, “Your mom is completely biased; trust your dad, he’s always right.”

He had to guide her step by step, carefully reshaping her view of humans.

This, in turn, would make future escape plans more feasible.

Before lunch, Leon gave Muen a simple explanation of the idea of “duality” in things, using a few examples to illustrate.

He hoped she’d glean some understanding from it.

Muen sat on Leon’s lap, fiddling with the tip of her tail in quiet contemplation.

Leon wasn’t impatient. He gently stroked Muen’s hair and waited silently.

After a long while, Muen suddenly raised her head. “Daddy.”

“Hmm?”

“You said everything has two sides.”

“That’s right.”

“Then, what about our Dragon Clan?”

Leon froze. “The… Dragon Clan…”

“Yes, yes! Mother says our Dragon Clan believes in survival of the fittest. From birth, every dragon strives hard to grow stronger. Sometimes, in order to gain power, they’ll even make sacrifices—sometimes their very lives,” Muen said earnestly.

Leon’s pupils contracted slightly. So Roswitha had glossed over the Dragon Clan’s inherent brutality and bloodlust, repackaging it as survival of the fittest.

Muen went on, “But Daddy, could there be some dragons who just want to live a peaceful and quiet life, without caring about strength?”

“Probably not… After all—”

After all, bloodlust was a core trait of the Dragon Clan—

“Why not, Daddy? You just said it yourself: everything has two sides. So there must be dragons in the Dragon Clan who yearn for a peaceful life, right?” Muen said seriously.

Her words struck Leon like a revelation.

He sat there, dazed, replaying his earlier words in his head.

He had accused Roswitha of being biased against humans, assuming all of them were foolish and despicable. That was why he had tried to explain to Muen that not all humans were like that. Everything had two sides, and one should look at things from different perspectives.

Yet, when Muen brought up the Dragon Clan, Leon himself had shown a double standard, immediately dismissing the possibility that not all dragons were violent and bloodthirsty.

Leon pressed his lips together, lost in thought.

Muen might not be entirely correct in what she said, but her words gave Leon much to reflect upon.

“Daddy?”

“Ah? Oh… What Muen said makes a lot of sense.”

“Right? Right? Actually, Daddy is one of those super gentle dragons Muen was talking about!”

As she spoke, the little dragon girl hugged Leon’s neck, resting her small face against his.

She loved being close to Leon—it was probably that unique warmth and tenderness of his that she adored, something none of the other dragons had.

Even the head maid Anna, most of the time, acted more like a machine strictly carrying out her duties.

Well…

If anyone else called Leon a dragon, he’d have flipped the table by now.

But if his daughter said so, then sure, he’d let it slide.

Leon chuckled softly, cradling Muen’s small head. “Muen is also very cu—”

Halfway through his sentence, Leon suddenly remembered that Roswitha had said “cute” was considered an insult in Dragon Clan culture.

You dragons and your endless list of weird rules, Leon grumbled internally.

Just as Leon was mulling over the proper choice of words to compliment his precious daughter, there came a knock at the door.

He carried Muen over and opened it.

It was the head maid Anna.

“Time for lunch, Your Highness. Please entrust Princess Muen to me for now.”

“Alright.”

Leon handed Muen over to Anna.

Muen stretched out her arms longingly. “Daddy, will you spend time with Muen again this afternoon?”

Leon nodded. “Of course I will.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

Anna carried Muen out of the room.

Leon exhaled and turned toward the balcony.

Looking down into the courtyard, he spotted Roswitha deep in conversation with another Dragon Clan guard.

After a few words, the guard gave a slight nod before disappearing in a flash.

Noticing Leon’s gaze, Roswitha turned her head and looked up at the balcony.

Leon didn’t avert his eyes; he simply stood there, meeting Roswitha’s gaze directly.

The once-mighty Dragon Slayer and the cold, haughty Silver Dragon Queen stared at each other, one high above, the other below.

The gentle breeze rustled the leaves, and the noonday sun bathed everything in warmth, like the tender embrace of a lover.