After leaving Selena's photo studio, the family of four found a quiet little restaurant.

As soon as they entered, lizards with tails in various shapes and sizes wandered back and forth in front of Leon.

He stood at the entrance, slightly startled as he eyed the room full of Dragon Clan diners. Leon's legs began trembling uncontrollably again.

"First-class merits... first-class merits... so many first-class merits!" Leon muttered nervously to himself.

Roswitha rolled her eyes at him. "What are you so excited about? Don't forget you’re the legend who fathered two little first-class merits with one of them."

"No, no, no, your level isn't first-class at all."

"Then what is it?"

"Special-class merits—the kind where the king himself personally crowns and decorates you."

Roswitha snorted and stopped indulging his nonsense.

They found a table by the window and ordered a few simple dishes.

The restaurant was quiet, with soft murmurs of conversation filling the air.

Leon and Roswitha tacitly refrained from engaging each other in conversation.

The two little ones were especially well-behaved, eating quietly once the food had been served.

After lunch, there were still four to five hours left before their photos would be developed.

Fortunately, Sky City had plenty of entertainment venues for passing the time.

Of course, their primary focus was on what would make their daughters happiest. For Leon and Roswitha, where to go didn’t matter much.

Though they were often at odds in daily life—it was unrealistic to expect a pair of long-standing rivals to constantly greet each other with smiles—they were startlingly in sync when it came to raising their children.

Strolling through the city, they eventually arrived at a playground for young dragons. Their two little dragon girls ran ahead hand in hand, while Leon and Roswitha trailed behind at a measured distance.

There were plenty of parents with their children in the playground.

However, most were single caregivers, and couples like Leon and Roswitha were a rare sight.

It seemed the Dragon Clan truly had a penchant for asexual reproduction.

After playing with some simple attractions, Muen spotted a balloon-shooting booth stocked with rows of teddy bear prizes.

She tugged on her sister's hand and excitedly ran toward it.

Since her little sister wanted a teddy bear, Noa naturally stepped up to the challenge on her behalf.

Watching Noa climb onto a stool and pick up the toy gun, Leon raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"You Dragon Clan folks play with guns too?"

"Yes, but only in Sky City,” Roswitha replied. “This is a very inclusive city. They often dig interesting elements or cultural ideas from other races' societies."

“As for Dragon Clans elsewhere, most are too haughty to bother learning from or adopting other races’ practices.”

"Oh... I see." Leon crossed his arms behind his head and, after a pause, casually remarked, "In that case, I think you’re pretty agreeable."

Roswitha shot him a sideways glance. "What do you mean?"

"Remember last time? I suggested that you have the girls stop calling you 'Mother' and switch to 'Mom.' Didn't you go and tell them about it that very night?"

Roswitha neither dodged the question nor denied it. She admitted outright, "I did. I’ll give you this—humans do have more refined parenting ideas compared to the Dragon Clan.”

"Right, right? If it were just you raising the kids, things might have gone really downhill,” Leon said smugly.

“Hmph, childish.”

“You’re the childish one.”

“You’re childish.”

“You are, dragon lady.”

“Shut up.”

Bang—bang—bang—

Three shots rang out from the balloon-shooting booth.

From their angle, Leon and Roswitha couldn’t see how many balloons had been hit.

But judging by Noa’s expression, the results weren’t great.

Leon and Roswitha exchanged glances, then headed toward the booth simultaneously.

By the time they arrived, Noa had fired several more shots, but her serious little face remained devoid of any satisfaction.

Up close, the situation became clear.

Well, well—so that’s where the smile had been hiding. It was plastered across the booth owner’s face.

"No worries, kiddo. Keep trying—eventually, you’ll hit one!" The owner patted his coin pouch, which was stuffed with Dragon Clan currency.

It seemed business had been good for him that morning.

Noa aimed the gun and fired two more rounds.

Only then did Leon notice that Dragon Clan toy guns fired bullets made from condensed magical energy. No wonder Muen hadn’t participated—compared to her sister's advanced development, she wasn’t yet at the age where she could wield magic.

Unfortunately, Noa missed her targets again.

Thwack—

She placed the gun back on the table with visible frustration, biting her lip and staring at the table, her eyes filled with unwillingness.

“Mom, Muen—let’s go play somewhere else.” Noa adjusted her expression, though her cheeks still puffed slightly with residual annoyance.

Though she was mature and understanding most of the time, she was, after all, still a child.

When something genuinely upset her, it was written plainly on her face.

Leon didn’t encourage her to try again either.

It was obvious that the booth owner had tampered with the toy gun. Otherwise, given Noa's abilities, there was no way she’d miss every shot.

This kind of “trade secret” was something Leon had figured out as a kid. He hadn’t expected to see the same trick making heaps of money in Sky City.

He stepped forward, scooping Noa off the stool.

The family of four started to leave.

However, the booth owner, spotting their well-tailored outfits and suspecting they came from a wealthy family, tried again to milk them for more profit.

"Wow, no one’s won a single prize today. These parents really don’t understand what their kids want."

While wiping the toy gun, the owner dropped thinly veiled hints here and there.

Leon suddenly stopped in his tracks. He looked down at Noa. “Do you want one of those teddy bears, Noa?”

Noa pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, then shook her head. “No.”

If Noa said no, it might not mean she wasn’t interested.

Leon then turned to Muen. “Muen, do you want one?”

“Umm... Muen doesn’t, either…”

Got it—they both wanted them.

Leon figured this was the same deal as before: Muen wanted one of the teddy bear prizes, which was likely why Noa had dragged her over.

Leon took Muen's hand and turned back toward the booth.

Noa blinked and looked up at Roswitha.

Roswitha smiled at her and gave a slight nod.

With her mom’s approval, Noa jogged up eagerly.

“Ten more shots, please,” Leon said as he returned to the booth.

“Ten shots? That’s probably not enough, sir. This game may look simple, but it’s harder than it seems. Your daughter didn’t hit a single one before,” the owner said smoothly, trying to coax Leon into buying more chances.

Leon simply repeated flatly, “Just ten.”

“Fine, alright. Ten it is.”

The owner handed over the same toy gun from earlier.

Noa pulled out a few coins from her pocket and slid them toward the owner.

“Thank you,” Leon said.

“Mm,” Noa nodded.

Leon lifted the toy gun, his fingertips channeling magical energy into its cartridge.

In addition to aiming, this Dragon Clan-style balloon-shooting game required precise control over magical energy.

Bang—

The first shot.

The bullet veered off course.

The owner chuckled. “Don’t worry, don’t worry. Keep going, keep going.”

Muen tugged Leon’s sleeve and looked up. “Dad, maybe don’t play anymore. Muen’s okay without the teddy bear.”

Even though their family wasn’t short on money, and they could’ve just bought the bear outright, the owner’s bad luck lay in the fact that every member of this family was remarkably stubborn.

Especially the one holding the gun.

Leon ruffled Muen’s hair. “It’s fine. Dad’s got this.”

“Of course, of course. Sir, I’m sure you can do it. But if you’d like, you could pay a bit more to—”

Bang, bang, bang—

Three shots found their mark, each balloon bursting with precision.

The rest of the owner’s suggestion was drowned out by the sound of popping balloons.

Noa and Muen’s eyes lit up in unison.

“Dad, you’re amazing! Keep going, Dad!”

The owner had celebrated too early.

The reason Leon’s first shot had missed was because he’d been gauging just how much the gun had been tampered with.

Now, with his test shot complete, he recalibrated his aim.

Leon continued firing.

Out of the ten allotted shots, Leon hit nine targets.

The family walked away with two oversized teddy bears as prizes.

“Thanks, boss. See? Told you ten was enough.” Leon handed one teddy bear to Noa and the other to Muen.

The owner looked like he was on the verge of tears.

Where on earth had this guy come from?

Even with the sights rigged, he could hit the targets?

Get out of my booth already!

Leon turned away, satisfied, and glanced up at Roswitha.

The dragoness carried nothing;

While their daughters were laden with their winnings.

After a moment of thought, Leon turned back again.

“Boss, another ten rounds.”