A sonic boom erupted among the clouds, and a silver dragon soared through the skies.

Leon sat cross-legged on Roswitha's back, holding Muen in his arms. The little one, having gotten up too early that morning, had fallen back asleep to catch up on her rest.

“What kind of person is your sister?”

“Passionate, lively, talkative, cheerful.”

Leon gave her a thoughtful look. “So, in other words, the complete opposite of you?”

Roswitha wanted to object but found herself unable to, realizing that Leon’s impression of her was indeed the opposite of her sister, Isa.

After some thought, Roswitha added one more point.

“But she’s more manipulative than I am.”

Leon looked startled. “There’s actually a female dragon out there more cunning than you?!”

“The first fifty years of my life were spent with my sister. If anyone knows what she’s like, it’s me,” Roswitha said plainly. “So, after this, you’d better stay on high alert. She’ll come up with all kinds of unexpected ways… to mess with you.”

Leon chuckled indifferently. “Other than you, I don’t want to interact with any other adult female dragons.”

As these words fell, Roswitha’s wings noticeably trembled slightly, causing her entire body to jolt briefly.

Then, she heard Leon mumble under his breath, “One is enough for a lifetime.”

Whether he did it intentionally or not, Roswitha wasn’t certain. But it was always better to maintain her stubbornness. “Stop talking nonsense.”

Leon (innocently): “But I was just speaking from the heart.”

That infuriating dragoness—now she wouldn’t even let him speak his mind!

Leon turned to his eldest daughter beside him. “Noa, have you seen Aunt Isa before?”

Noa shook her head. “I’ve only seen pictures of her in Mom’s room. When she visited last time, I was stuck in physical training.”

“So basically, in this entire family, only you’ve officially met your sister before?”

“That’s right. So this time, I think she’s eagerly looking forward to the reunion.”

Roswitha replied, “Alright, hold on tight. We’re speeding up.”

Another deafening boom tore through the air, and the silver figure vanished into the horizon.

---

About three hours later, Leon and his family arrived in the territory of the Red Dragon Clan.

Looking down from above, the Red Dragon’s sanctuary and its clan’s scale were about the same size as Roswitha’s Silver Dragon Clan. Even their architectural styles were quite similar.

The most striking difference, however, was the way the Silver Dragon Clan’s iconic silver ornamentation had been replaced here with bold splashes of crimson red. Within these comparable designs was woven a distinctive red-dragon flair, giving the settlement its own unique character.

Roswitha descended slowly into the courtyard of the Red Dragon's sanctuary.

Her elder sister Isa, along with several dragonservants, had already been waiting for some time.

Once they landed, Leon slid off Roswitha’s dragon wing with Muen in his arms, Noa close behind.

Before they even had the chance to turn around, Isa’s voice rang out.

“Rosie! You’re still rocking such a dashing dragon form~”

They turned to see the once-poised and dignified Red Dragon Queen already clinging to Roswitha’s dragon head in an enthusiastic embrace.

Roswitha’s wings drooped; even her tail hung low with resignation. “Sis… let me change back first.”

“Oh oh, sure, go ahead,” Isa said, stepping back.

Roswitha folded in her wings, and a flash of light accompanied her transformation into human form.

“Rosie!”

But even after transforming back, Isa’s over-the-top enthusiasm didn’t change. She tackled Roswitha with a big bear hug, radiating the kind of energy reserved for hyperactive huskies.

Judging from Roswitha’s expression and lack of resistance, she was clearly no stranger to her sister's dramatic greetings.

What surprised Leon was how imposing Isa appeared. Roswitha was already considered tall—standing at around 170cm barefoot, even taller when she wore heels. But in her sister’s arms, she looked just a bit shorter.

Leon glanced down at Muen, who barely reached his knee, and silently wished that the Melkevi family’s towering genes would be generously passed on to his daughters.

“Okay, Sis, let me introduce my husband and our daughters. You haven’t officially met them yet.”

“Great! Let’s do it.”

Isa collected herself, tidying her hair before following Roswitha over to where Leon and the two girls stood.

“This is my husband, Leon Cosmod.”

Leon, ever polite, was just about to greet her when Isa preemptively clasped his hand.

“Hello, brother-in-law. What a pleasure to finally meet you—awake this time.”

Isa gave him an appraisal from head to toe. “Ah yes. Seeing you like this, you’re a perfect match for our Rosie.”

Leon returned her handshake with an awkward smile. “Ahaha, Aunt Isa, you have quite the sense of humor.”

“Don’t call me Aunt Isa—sounds so formal! Just call me Sis, just like Roswitha.”

“Got it. Aunt Isa.”

“Rosie, is your husband not fully awake yet?”

Roswitha nudged Leon lightly with her elbow.

Leon immediately corrected himself. “Oh, come on now—I was just joking, Sis.”

“Interesting. Rosie, I like your husband already. He’s got a personality as wacky as mine.”

Roswitha covered her face with one hand. “You actually admit you’re wacky, Sis?”

Introductions continued as Roswitha brought the two little dragon girls into focus. “These are our daughters, Noa and Muen. The elder sister is—”

“Wait! Let me guess!”

Isa raised a hand, cutting Roswitha off mid-sentence and diving eagerly into a guessing game of sister identification.

Her gaze flickered between the two girls before finally pointing at Muen. “I’ll bet the one with the ahoge is the elder sister.”

“I’m the younger sister, Auntie,” Muen said, shaking her head, causing her ahoge to sway.

“Ah, wrong guess~ Come here, little Muen, let Auntie give you a hug~”

Muen, a naturally-born extrovert-child, immediately released Leon’s hand and dove into her warm and squishy Auntie’s embrace.

“Auntie, how do you know my name?” Muen asked, voice filled with curiosity.

“Didn’t your mom tell you? When you were a baby, I came to visit. Your mom told me your names—Muen is the younger sister, and Noa is the elder.”

Isa then looked toward Noa.

Unlike her sister, Noa could honestly be described as a genuine introvert. She shyly gripped the hem of Roswitha’s skirt, retreating a step behind her mother.

Roswitha didn’t try to push Noa forward or insist she acknowledge her aunt. She respected her daughter’s boundaries entirely.

But after a moment of hesitation, Noa mustered the courage to peek out from behind her mother and stepped forward. “Hello, Auntie. I’m Noa.”

“Oh dear little Noa, would you like Auntie to cuddle you too?”

Before the visit, Roswitha had written a letter mentioning Noa’s reserved nature and her general uneasiness with physical affection from others. Isa refrained from hugging her outright, opting instead to ask for her opinion.

Noa nodded. “Yes.”

“Oh, wonderful~”

Still holding Muen in her arms, Isa deftly used her tail to wrap around Noa’s waist and gently lifted her into her other arm.

Leon couldn’t help but think: Wow, that’s handy.

With one little dragon daughter on each side, Isa embraced both with snuggles so sweet they could rot teeth.

“Ahhh~ Too cute~~~ Rosie, do you soak up this much adorable sweetness from your daughters every single day?”

“Well, I’m usually quite busy, so Leon spends more time with them.”

“Oh, I see. Brother-in-law, must be hard on you.”

“No trouble at all. I like taking care of them,” Leon said with a grin, sneaking in his next jab. “Besides, the kids are closer to me anyway.”

Roswitha froze, arching a brow at him. “They’re closer to me, don’t you think?”

“Darling, what a hilarious joke.”

“Do I look like I’m joking?”

“Alright, fine, they’re closer to you. I’ll let you have this one.”

“I don’t need you to let me have anything.”

Isa laughed. “Wow, you two really have such a sweet, loving relationship.”

Faced with Isa’s unfounded compliment, the couple immediately halted their argument. In unison, they replied, “It’s just so-so.”

Isa wasn’t even fazed, merely smiling silently to herself.

“Alright, alright, you’ve traveled so far and must be tired. Come on in and rest. Dinner will be ready shortly.”

Still carrying both little dragon girls, Isa led the way into the Castle, with Leon and Roswitha following behind.

They made their way into the Castle’s guest hall.

Leon and Roswitha sat side by side.

Muen and Noa? Still tightly embraced by Auntie Isa, who seemed entirely unwilling to let them go until dinner time.

“Muen, what’s your favorite food?” Isa asked playfully.

“Steak! I love steak!” Muen exclaimed.

“Perfect! We’ve got steak on the dinner menu tonight. And Noa, how about you?”

“I’m fine with anything, Auntie.”

“Oh, such a good girl. By the way, I heard you enrolled in Saint Hiss Academy half a month ago?”

Noa gave a timid nod.

“Wow! That’s amazing. You’re only one year old, right? How are your grades?”

Noa modestly replied, “They’re okay—”

Muen cut her off. “No way! My sister’s ranked number one in so many subjects!”

Isa’s eyes lit up. “That’s fantastic, my little Noa. You’re just like your mom was when she was young.”

*Keyword detected: “Your mom when she was young.”*

As everyone knew, whenever “when they were young” came up, it meant the start of a glorious session of digging up embarrassing childhood anecdotes.

Even Noa, typically icy cool, perked up her ears, determined not to miss a single word her aunt said next.

So the main question now became: Who would prompt Aunt Isa into spilling the tea on “Your mom when she was young”?

Both little girls simultaneously shifted their gaze toward Dad.

Leon raised a brow.

Alright, kiddos.

Dad can’t say no to adorable faces like that—plus, who wouldn’t want to dig up a certain female dragon’s embarrassing past?

“I’m curious, Sis. Sooo… just how exceptional was Roswitha back then?” Leon asked with faux innocence.

“How exceptional? Hmm, let’s just say Rosie was *so* exceptional, she practically collected first-place ribbons for fun. I even remember when she moved up to the adult division. She gave a speech as the top student representative. Oh! I still have some photos from that time. Let me grab them for you.”

“Hey, sis, don’t—”

Roswitha wanted to stop her, but Isa had already put down the two little dragon girls and jogged out of the parlor.

Suddenly, Roswitha had a bad feeling.

“Our sis sure is enthusiastic,” Leon said gleefully.

Roswitha shot him a glance. “Don’t get too smug. After she’s done with me, you’re next.”

Leon shrugged indifferently, spreading his hands. “I don’t have any dark skeletons in her closet. What’s there to be afraid of?”

“Don’t overestimate yourself, and don’t underestimate my sister.”

In the middle of their banter, Isa returned.

When she came back, she was holding a thick photo album in her arms, beaming as brightly as ever.

It was obvious — this was no spur-of-the-moment whim. No, this dear sister of hers had prepared thoroughly!

Roswitha’s icy face seemed to show a faint crack. “Sis… didn’t you say you were just going to bring out that one photo of me as the student representative? Why did you bring the entire album?”

Isa sat back down in a hurry, impatiently opening the album. “It’s too much trouble to bring them out one by one, so I figured I’d just grab the whole thing. Hmm… let me find it. That photo of Rosie giving her speech as a student representative… Oh, here it is!”

With that, Isa handed the album to Leon.

The two little dragon girls crowded around to watch as well.

On the page was indeed a younger-looking Roswitha.

Back then, her expression wasn’t nearly as frosty as it was now (of course, this was Leon’s first impression).

As for the two little ones, their cheerful conclusion was crystal clear: adolescent Mom was so pretty!

She was wearing the Saint Hiss Academy uniform, her silver hair neatly tied into a ponytail. She looked vibrant and radiantly cheerful, a stark contrast to the icy queen she had since become.

“Wife, you were so full of life back in your school days!”

Roswitha turned her head away, not wanting to entertain him.

You can’t teach an old dog new tricks!

Yet beyond noticing how youthful and fresh she looked, Leon also picked up on another interesting detail.

It was the horns above Roswitha’s ears.

She had mentioned before that she’d never met her parents, which technically confirmed that she was a viviparous dragon — only dragonlings born this way would reveal their horns only after reaching adulthood.

Roswitha’s horns were small and adorable, the kind that sparked an impulse to give them a gentle touch.

Leon swallowed and glanced sideways at the dragon lady beside him, his gaze fixed on her ears. His intentions couldn’t have been more obvious.

Roswitha gave him a disdainful look. “Don’t even think about making any weird requests, thank you very much.”

Leon clicked his tongue and retracted his gaze.

That being said, he resisted the urge to flip through the rest of the album.

Basic manners dictated that if the owner hadn’t given permission, he could only look at the page Isa handed him.

However, Isa noticed that her younger sister’s husband and their two little ones clearly hadn’t seen enough. So, she said, “You can flip through the earlier pages if you’d like. Rosie was super, super adorable as a kid.”

Permission granted, time to flip!

Nothing’s sweeter than seeing your stuck-up rival’s embarrassing childhood photos.

Unless, of course, it’s seeing more of them!

Leon and the two little dragon girls eagerly turned the album to its very first page and began to enthusiastically browse, completely ignoring Roswitha’s plight.

Sure enough, on the first page, a silver-haired baby dragon was happily showing off a lollipop to the camera.

“Mommy was so tiny!” Muen exclaimed excitedly. “She’s just as tiny as me!”

Truth be told, young Roswitha really did resemble a pure silver-haired version of Noa and Muen.

Her cheeks had just the slightest bit of adorable baby fat, but that didn’t diminish the exquisiteness of her features.

Leon flipped to the next page.

On this page, Roswitha had grown significantly, around ten years old, starting to show hints of the elegant, commanding woman she’d become.

The photograph captured her practicing Dragon Flame.

On the same page was another picture: she’d burned her hands while practicing and was pouting indignantly as Isa bandaged her wounds.

“Wife, you and your sister really share such a loving bond,” Leon remarked, though the tone was more of teasing than genuine praise.

Roswitha stealthily reached behind her and pinched Leon hard on the side of his waist.

Leon braced himself, grinning as he lightly patted Roswitha’s leg, gesturing for her to stay calm. “C’mon, c’mon, let’s keep looking.”

Flipping further, the album continued depicting moments from her life, captured meticulously over the years.

One photo showed her trying to fly for the first time, terrified and unwilling to open her eyes.

Another showed her standing victoriously atop a slain Dangerous Beast, her face full of pride.

And the very next one depicted a complete 180-degree shift—a picture showing “The Mighty Dragon Queen Who Defeated an S-Class Dangerous Beast but Panicked and Used Advanced Magic to Annihilate a Spider”.

Many other photos featured Roswitha bawling her eyes out. Leon couldn't help but smile fondly as he looked through them, not even realizing he was grinning.

How peculiar.

He had picked up this album driven by the intent of mining Roswitha’s dirt, but the deeper he delved, the more a single thought kept surfacing: My wife is so darn cute.

Ah, never mind; who cares about logic? Enjoying this was enough.

The last photo in the album documented the day Roswitha was crowned as the Silver Dragon Queen.

She sat atop the throne, wearing the silver crown, regal and commanding as she accepted the reverent kneels of her subjects.

Leon closed the album alongside the two little ones, feeling unsatisfied and wishing for more.

Meanwhile, Roswitha finally exhaled a long breath.

Thank goodness—the ordeal was finally over!

But it was clear: after so many years apart, she had underestimated her elder sister’s mischievous streak.

A reunion with her dear sister wouldn’t be complete without ruthlessly showering her with the so-called “love of an elder sibling!”

And this album? That was just the appetizer.

No sooner had the photo album closed than Isa pulled out a crystal ball from behind the sofa.

“Auntie, auntie, what’s that?” Muen asked excitedly.

Leon raised his hand. “I know this! It’s called a Recording Stone!”

Darn it, he definitely knew what this was…

“That’s right. It’s a Recording Stone,” Isa confirmed. “Finally, a chance to see it together as a family! Rosie, you must be feeling nostalgic, huh?”

All three dragons and one human turned simultaneously to look at Roswitha.

This was becoming the most mortifying day of Roswitha’s reign as the Silver Dragon Queen.

Her frosty countenance and frozen composure… finally threatened to melt.

So much so that she pleaded, a rare note of softness in her voice, “Sis… I’m begging you, please, for the sake of us being blood-related, don’t play what’s in there.”

“Sis, I’m begging you, for the sake of me being your brother-in-law, you absolutely must play it for us!” Leon, already burning with curiosity, openly egged Isa on to show the footage in the Recording Stone.

Isa’s joy doubled as she admired her little sister’s conflicting reactions alongside her mischief-loving brother-in-law.

She was thoroughly satisfied. Too satisfied.

“Alright then, since it’s Leon’s first time visiting, I’ll do as he asked this time. There’s always next time to do as Rosie says.”

Roswitha thought bitterly: Fat chance there’s going to be a next time!

Isa activated the Recording Stone, and a crisp projection appeared in the center of the room.

The first scene featured a tiny, silver-haired baby dragon crying on the ground.

In the footage, a grown-up Isa crouched next to her, comforting her and murmuring, “Don’t cry, don’t cry, Rosie. It’s just your lunch got snatched away by the message dragon. I’ll make another meal for you later, okay? Don’t cry, don’t cry~”

“Afterward, that message dragon was left starving for three days by Rosie. It finally learned its lesson and never stole her food again,” Isa explained.

Leon leaned in closer to Roswitha and whispered, “I’m wondering how you ended up with no fear of message dragons at all.”

“Hiss—shut up,” Roswitha hissed, nudging him with her shoulder.

Leon chuckled but kept his eyes glued to the scenes playing in the Recording Stone.

The next video showed a completely different setting. It appeared to be filmed right outside a bathroom, with the camera shaking slightly, capturing a very homey vibe.

Moments later, Isa appeared on the screen, giving a small wave and signaling for silence. Then, she pressed the Recording Stone against the bathroom door.

Inside, a familiar voice began to echo.

“Rubber Duckie, you're the one

You make bath time lots of fun

Rubber Duckie, I'm awfully fond of you.”

Leon’s grin widened to the point it could practically split his face in half. “Wife, your singing voice is just as lovely as a nightingale’s!”

“Ah! Just end it all!” Roswitha cried out in utter despair, slumping face-first onto the dining table with her hands over her ears.

Snap—

The sound of her heart's defenses shattering was music to Leon's ears!

“And now,” Isa announced, delight gleaming in her eyes, “we come to the final segment—what I personally consider the most spectacular one.”

Roswitha immediately perked up at those words, instinctively reaching out to clasp Isa’s wrist. “Sis, this one really can’t be shown, absolutely not.”

Isa’s grin widened. “Rosie, you know me well. The more you don’t want me to play it, the more I want to.”

“Sis, you’re my sister—my only sister. I support you,” Leon chimed in cheekily, entirely the type to enjoy stirring the pot.

Roswitha turned and shot him a sharp, cutting glare.

Her expression clearly communicated: Wait until we get home and see how I deal with you.

But Leon couldn’t care less.

Live for the moment, savor the fun—as the saying went.

How he might die someday, he didn’t know. But for now, Roswitha was metaphorically dying of embarrassment on the spot.

Isa activated the final scene in the Recording Stone while remarking, “Some things… you forget if you don’t look back on them.”

The image showed Isa and a teenage Roswitha sitting side by side by the riverside, having their first conversation about love and relationships.

“So, Rosie, what’s your ideal type for a partner?”

At that age, around seventeen or eighteen, Roswitha didn’t quite understand the concept of love or romantic relationships but had very clear standards.

She gazed at the river, speaking earnestly.

“Well… academically, he must at least be better than me. Someone who’s won a lot of first places or championships.”

“He has to have a strong sense of responsibility and not dislike children.”

"Powerful yet not overbearing, adhering to one's own principles, unaffected by one's kind or external influences."

Isa's eyes shifted slightly. "Those three points are quite difficult, especially the last one. Many people lose themselves after gaining power and authority."

The young Roswitha raised her head to gaze at the Milky Way in the night sky. Her voice was firm, carrying a hint of longing and strategy.

"Who knows? Anyway, if I were to marry, it would only be someone like that. If I don't meet such a person my entire life, then I won't get married for my entire life."

The Silver Dragon Queen, always preferring to go without than to settle for less.

The scene ended.

Leon and the two small dragon girls were still processing what they had just seen.

After a moment, Noa and Muen instinctively turned their gazes toward their father.

Noa: "Took home countless championships, and doesn't bully the weak..."

Muen: "Loves children..."

Leon: Present!