Roswitha didn’t tease Leon too much. After all, their top priority right now was to work on their compatibility.

Of course, not the kind of compatibility that happens in bed—Saint Hiss Academy doesn’t test for that.

“As for the family assessment, the rules are simple.”

Roswitha began explaining the assessment format to Leon.

“The academy will provide two sets of questionnaires. The questions are all about each other’s living habits, personality traits, experiences, and so on. One person fills out their own answers first, and then the other fills out their version. Finally, the answers are compared. The higher the score, the better we understand each other.”

Leon blinked, sprawling out on the sofa as he flipped through the tests in his hands.

“Sounds like some kind of boring couples' compatibility game.”

“I think it’s boring, too, since I have absolutely no interest in your life story, hobbies, or habits.”

“Thanks. The feeling’s mutual.”

Roswitha tossed Leon a pen. “But compatibility between family members is a crucial part of the assessment. The academy uses it to evaluate whether a family is harmonious or not. In order to ensure Noa gets admitted successfully, we need to gain a deeper understanding of each other over the next few days.”

Leon chewed on the tip of the pen. “Using compatibility to determine whether a family is harmonious… isn’t that kind of... hasty?”

Roswitha shrugged.

“The academy’s tests aren’t as simplistic as you think, like some couple’s quiz. These tests contain a lot of questions based on professional psychological knowledge, which can accurately analyze your latent personality flaws. The academy believes that a harmonious family is one where members understand each other’s flaws yet still choose to live together.”

Leon glanced at the test papers in his hand and asked, “So, does the question ‘What is your partner’s favorite color?’ qualify as psychological analysis?”

Roswitha pinched her forehead in exasperation. “Why can’t your brain work a little harder? Of course there are basic compatibility questions, too!”

Leon nodded, paused for a moment, and then asked, “So, what’s your favorite color?”

“Black.”

Roswitha answered without hesitation, then immediately turned the question back on him. “And yours?”

“Silver.”

As soon as the words left their mouths, they both sensed something… odd.

Simultaneously, their gazes drifted toward each other—

Toward each other’s hair.

Black hair.

Silver hair.

A second later, in unison, they both muttered, “Coincidence.”

Another second later, still in unison, they cursed, “Damn.”

They quickly turned their heads away, mutually deciding to skip that topic altogether.

Leon flipped through a few more sets of tests and found that some questions were indeed related to psychology and personality.

Psychology wasn’t exactly his strong suit.

Dragon Clan psychology? He understood even less of that.

The only thing he knew about a dragon’s psychological state was what they felt before dying—after all, he was quite skilled at slaying dragons.

After focusing on the tests for a while, Roswitha began working on a blank questionnaire, jotting down answers on a separate page.

A moment later, she handed the completed form to Leon and said, “Here, let’s give it a try. See how many questions about me you can answer correctly.”

Leon grabbed the sheet and started working.

“First question: What is one phrase your partner says frequently?”

Without even thinking, Leon wrote, “That’s easy. Obviously, ‘You idiot.’”

Roswitha facepalmed silently. “Idiot—there’s no need to say it out loud!”

“Second question: Has your partner ever been particularly disappointed in you about something?”

Leon’s brows furrowed slightly as he began writing his answer, mumbling to himself, “Yes…”

“No.”

Roswitha interrupted him suddenly.

Leon froze and turned to glance at her.

Roswitha’s eyes were downcast as she fiddled with the tip of her tail.

She could feel Leon’s gaze on her, but she didn’t lift her head. Instead, she softly repeated, “I… I’ve never been disappointed in you, Leon.”

“Is it because… there’s no need to be disappointed in me?”

Roswitha’s fingers paused mid-motion before lightly shaking her head. She didn’t answer directly but instead said, “That has nothing to do with this question. Just keep going.”

Leon’s thoughts stirred, but he didn’t press further.

For the remaining dozen or so questions, he refrained from saying any of his answers aloud, silently writing them down instead.

After finishing, he handed the test to Roswitha.

Roswitha compared his answers to the ones she had written earlier.

“How’d I do?” Leon asked.

“45 points,” Roswitha said with a serious expression. “Failing grade.”

Lowering his head, Leon twirled the pencil between his fingers. After a brief silence, he muttered, “Sorry.”

“No need to apologize. For all we know, I might score even lower.”

With that, she handed him another questionnaire along with a blank sheet of paper. “Your turn. Write your answers on the blank sheet.”

Leon nodded and started scribbling.

While Leon worked on his answers, Roswitha revisited his previous attempts.

She noticed that all of Leon’s correct answers pertained to her usual habits—

Things like her catchphrases, her dominant hand, or how she liked to position her tail most comfortably.

Most of his incorrect answers, however, were questions like the earlier one about disappointment.

Those were things Leon could only guess if Roswitha openly shared them with him. Otherwise, given the grudges and the unique dynamics of their interactions, there was no way he could answer those correctly.

Roswitha wasn’t the type to open her heart to others.

She’d long since gotten used to bottling everything up and processing it alone.

If she ever found herself unable to cope, she’d likely just write her sister Isa a letter and chat about trivial things.

Taking a deep breath, Roswitha shook her head to clear her thoughts and came back to the present.

Just then, Leon pushed his finished test over to her.

Roswitha nodded, took the test, and began writing her answers.

Once she was done, she handed it back to him for comparison.

“How’d I do?” she asked.

“58.”

Roswitha spread her hands and gave a small smile. “Looks like we both need more practice.”

Leon stared at the test papers scattered across the coffee table. After a pause, he said, “We haven’t spent much time together, and our interactions have always been… unconventional. It’s unlikely we’ll score very highly in the short term.”

“But we don’t have another option. For Noa’s sake, let’s both give it our best shot.”

Whenever their daughter was involved, Roswitha would become like this: gentle and considerate, totally different from her usual cold, aloof, and prideful self as the Queen of the Silver Dragons.

Leon knew full well—there was no doubt in his mind—Roswitha deeply loved their daughters.

Before starting the next round of tests, Leon couldn’t help but ask,

“Roswitha.”

“Hmm?”

“About that question earlier, the one about disappointment… Was your answer true?”

Roswitha turned her head to meet Leon’s gaze. With a firm, resolute tone, she replied, “Yes.”

“But—”

“There’s no ‘but,’ Leon. I don’t have any reason to lie to you. Our issues aren’t about things like disappointment.”

She paused, musing to herself that Leon was the stubborn type, someone who only trusted his own judgment and loved to overanalyze things.

No matter how much she explained, he probably wouldn’t fully believe her, would he?

With that thought, Roswitha chose not to delve further into philosophical explanations. Instead, she quipped, “If I have to say there’s something I feel disappointed about... well—”

“Well, what?”

She looked at Leon, a sly grin tugging at her lips. “You've made too few Black Dragon Bolus. Why did you only make one?”

“... From now on, I’ll eat Black Dragon Bolus for every meal! Don’t regret it then!”