Roswitha arranged a family dinner.

Not only did it reward Muen with her favorite pan-fried steak, but it also provided an opportunity for that overly confident "Dragon Slayer" to meet the eldest daughter he had been thinking about day and night.

Roswitha personally prepared all the dishes for the dinner.

Her cooking skills were excellent, and it was no wonder Muen was so eager to have her pan-fried steak.

After roughly an hour of bustling around, a lavish dinner table was ready.

Roswitha removed her apron and looked at Leon, who was seated on one side of the dinner table.

His expression practically screamed "can't wait."

“Muen, go call your sister for dinner.”

“Okay!”

Muen hopped off her chair and skipped out of the room.

Roswitha took the main seat at the table, holding a small elastic hairband in her mouth. She reached behind her elegant swan-like neck to gather her silver hair, tied it up, and secured it with the band.

When she was done, she noticed Leon still watching her with an amused look and asked,

“What is it?”

“What does it feel like to have given birth to two kids in one go?”

“Tch—”

Roswitha initially thought he was about to say something meaningful.

But it turned out this fool was still basking in the pride of that event.

“Ah, what a shame,” Leon sighed.

“What’s the shame?”

“It's a shame I couldn’t witness the birth of my two daughters firsthand. Such remorse, such remorse.”

In response to Leon’s teasing, Roswitha gave a faint smile. “That’s not a problem. If you really want to see me giving birth, we could—”

Leon’s smile froze, and he felt a chill run down his back. “We could?”

“We could try for more, actively prepare, and go for another one.”

“...Absolutely unnecessary.”

“Hmph. Idiot.”

Jeez.

That "Hmph, idiot" came out in exactly the same tone as Noa’s earlier in the afternoon.

As expected of mother and daughter.

After a brief back-and-forth, the door lock clicked, and two footsteps drew closer.

“Daddy, Mother dear, Sister’s here~”

The childlike voice had barely fallen when two identical young dragon girls stepped into the dining room.

Black hair with silver-streaked highlights, elegant dresses, and delicate white stockings.

Their facial features and heights were absolutely identical—an impeccable match.

The only visible difference in appearance was Muen’s single strand of hair that would stand upright or droop depending on her mood, which Noa did not have.

Of course, besides the "strand of hair" method for distinguishing them, one could also determine who was the elder and who the younger through their expressions.

Muen was always cheerful, with a sunny and adorable smile on her face;

Noa, on the other hand, always wore a small, serious face, like a little adult.

“Good evening, Mother,” Noa greeted respectfully.

“Mm, introduce yourselves. This is probably your first official meeting,” Roswitha said.

“Yes, Mother.”

Noa turned her frostily indifferent gaze to Leon.

“I am Noa K. Melkevi, eldest daughter of the Silver Dragon Queen Roswitha, currently one year and two months old.”

Her choice of words was sophisticated and composed—completely unlike how someone her age should sound and behave—

Well, then again, the only peer Leon had met so far was Muen, so that was the standard he used for comparison.

Her demeanor and conduct were worlds apart from Muen’s.

“Leon, aren’t you going to introduce yourself to your daughter?” Roswitha prompted.

“Oh, right... sorry.”

Leon cleared his throat, walked over to Noa, crouched down to her eye level, and said,

“Hello, Noa. My name is Leon Cosmoth, and I’m your father.”

Noa looked directly into his eyes and replied in a manner that was calm, confident, and enunciated,

“Noted.”

Leon froze.

"Noted"? What on earth?

Why did hearing such a formal phrase from the mouth of a one-year-old girl feel so surreal and out of place?

What kind of daughter responds to her father like that with “noted,” such an abstract statement?

Before Leon could fully process this, and before Roswitha could burst into laughter, Muen sidled up to Noa. She tugged at her sister’s sleeve and whispered, “Sister, say more, say more. Don’t embarrass Daddy.”

Noa turned her head slightly toward her younger sister and said sternly, “Children should not interrupt adults in conversation.”

“Wuu...” Muen pouted, fiddled with her fingers, and quietly retreated behind Noa.

Clap, clap—

Roswitha pressed her lips together to hold back her laughter and clapped her hands lightly. “Alright, introductions are over. Let’s eat.”

Noa held Muen’s hand and led her to a chair by the table.

Though neither of them was tall enough for the chairs, Noa lifted her little sister up first and settled her into her seat before going to her own chair. She placed one hand on the seat, hoisted herself up with a push, and deftly sat down.

Roswitha looked at Leon, who seemed to still be dazed, and asked, “Why aren’t you sitting down yet? What, have you lost your appetite?”

Leon snapped back to reality and sheepishly returned to his seat.

Roswitha took the main seat at the table;

Leon sat across from their two daughters.

Arrayed on the table was the meal Roswitha had carefully prepared.

Muen eagerly reached for the pan-fried steak on her plate but was quickly intercepted by Noa.

Expressionless, Noa picked up a napkin from the table and meticulously fastened it around Muen’s collar.

“Knife in your right hand, fork in your left. Don’t mix them up this time, Muen,” Noa reminded her.

“Mm-hmm, I won’t mess it up this time, Sister.”

“Good. Go ahead.”

With her sister’s permission, Muen finally began her meal.

Leon silently observed the scene from across the table. Though he had just been brushed off by his eldest daughter, he couldn’t help but admit that this little one was far more mature than she appeared.

Whether her maturity was an act or part of her nature, her behavior exceeded all of Leon’s expectations.

Meanwhile, Roswitha seemed completely unfazed.

Her eldest daughter’s precociousness and composure appeared to be exactly what she had anticipated.

The mother and daughters began to enjoy their steaks, and Leon picked up his fork to sample Roswitha’s cooking.

The steak was cooked to perfection—tender and flavorful. One bite and the meaty aroma gently enveloped his senses.

“Sister, I can’t cut it...” Muen called out to Noa for help.

Noa nodded, took Muen’s knife and fork, and began cutting her steak. “Use your thumb for extra force.”

“Got it. Muen remembers now.”

“Alright, eat up.”

After cutting the steak, Noa handed the fork back to Muen. She then looked toward Roswitha.

“Mother, do you need me to help you cut your steak as well?”

“No, thank you.”

“Very well.”

Hearing this, Leon lifted his head to look at Noa.

Coincidentally, his eldest daughter also looked his way.

Leon couldn’t suppress an inner chuckle.

Was his daughter about to ask if he needed help as well?

Should he accept her help, giving her an opportunity to show her care? Or politely decline so she wouldn’t think her father was useless?

Accepting might make her think he was dependent; refusing might seem rude.

Leon felt slightly conflicted.

Ah, better to see what his daughter would say first.

Noa opened her mouth as though to speak.

Leon’s expectations soared.

She opened her mouth again slightly.

Was she hesitating? No need to worry; they were family, after all. Conversations would get easier with time.

Come on, spit it out, dear daughter!

“You’re not getting any.”

Her mouth movement was clear.

Leon wasn’t blind—he saw it loud and clear.

Before he could process her message, it was cut short with a:

“Achoo—!”

Noa immediately grabbed two napkins. “Apologies, Mother. Couldn’t hold it back.”

Roswitha quickly covered her mouth with her hand and tried to stifle her laughter, waving it off, “No, no worries. I... almost couldn’t hold it back either...”

Muen blinked. “Mother dear, why do you seem so happy all of a sudden?”

Roswitha used a napkin to disguise her grin, trying to appear less amused. “Because Daddy is happy, so I’m happy too.”

Muen’s eyes sparkled. “Huh? Why is Daddy happy?”

“Because Daddy finally got to meet the last remaining family member he longed for, and we’re all having this family dinner together. Muen, don’t you think that would make Daddy happy?”

Muen turned her excited gaze to Leon. “Is that true, Daddy? Have you been looking forward to this family dinner all this time?”

Leon: ......

Well, actually... not quite *that* much.

“The child asked you a question, Leon. Were you not excited, not happy? You wanted to meet your eldest daughter, and I’ve granted your wish. So, if you’re happy, don’t hold it in—go ahead and smile, Leon，” Roswaal said, each word like a dagger to the heart.

“Ha, ha, ha, ha, I’m overjoyed,” Leon said, forcing a smile.

“Yay! Then let’s have dinner like this every night. How’s that sound?” Muen suggested.

Roswitha nodded with a smile. She certainly wasn’t going to veto the idea, especially if it meant messing with Leon.

Muen turned back to Leon. “Daddy, you don’t like my idea? Why did you stop smiling again?”

Leon: My sweet daughter, guess why I’m not smiling :)