Isa glanced at the reactions of the two children, her gaze unconsciously shifting to Leon.

Leon, who had been laughing gleefully moments ago, now awkwardly looked away with a hint of shyness.

As for Roswitha, who would have thought something she’d said over a hundred years ago would come true today in such a peculiar way?

She really had "married" someone with good grades, a sense of responsibility, a fondness for children, and a genuine nature that didn't bully the weak.

The couple tacitly chose to keep silent about this "coincidence."

Isa looked left, then right. Seeing that the two were already rather embarrassed due to her teasing, she figured her goal had been achieved.

Putting away the Recording Stone, Isa asked, "So, who chased whom back then?"

Leon was quick to speak. "She chased me."

"Shameless! Say that again, who chased whom?"

Just as Leon was about to defend his claim with thick-skinned confidence, he noticed the "just-try-me" look in Roswitha's eyes.

He swallowed hard and sheepishly said, "Ah... it was—it was her who chased me. I was clueless and ignored her, then regretted it and ended up chasing her instead."

Roswitha coldly snorted in a way that said, "That's more like it."

Rarely, their usual bickering came to an end with one side backing down.

Perhaps the earlier discussion about the "criteria for choosing a spouse" had been too overwhelming, leaving their hearts still a little... fluttery?

Noticing the young couple exchanging furtive glances, Isa figured it was time to drop the topic for now.

Just then, a maid came to inform them that dinner was ready. The group proceeded to the dining room.

After seating themselves, Isa asked with a cheerful smile,

"Muen, Auntie here has your steak~ Do you want Auntie to feed you while holding you?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Muen ran to Isa eagerly, raising her little arms, asking to be held.

Isa, who absolutely adored children, picked up Muen and placed her on her lap, guiding her tiny hands to help cut the steak on her plate.

Leon, Roswitha, and Noa also started their meal.

Through this brief interaction, Leon observed that the Red Dragon Queen Isa was actually quite approachable.

As Roswitha's elder sister, she didn’t appear overly rigid.

As Roswitha had described, Isa was lively, chatty, and just a bit mischievous.

She was also particularly adored by children.

Even Noa, who usually disliked interacting with people, had quietly let Isa hold her for a while earlier.

This alone showcased Isa's natural charm.

She and Roswitha were unlike the Dragon Kings that Leon and Roswitha had encountered before.

They were kinder, more gentle, and valued "family" more deeply.

Indeed, although the lifestyle and educational methods of the Dragon Clan were vastly different from those of humans, when it came to emotions, they seemed to possess the purest of hearts.

Rosieving their family, and loving themselves.

"By the way, Rosie, I heard you had a bit of a conflict with a duke from the Scarlet Flame Dragon Clan recently?" Isa asked casually while feeding a small piece of beef to Muen.

"Yes, his son ganged up with two Toad Dragons to bully Noa, who gave them a good lesson instead."

Isa looked up. "Toad Dragons?"

Roswitha blinked, glanced at Leon, and explained, "Oh, they're Short-legged Dragons."

"Ah, I see. I heard that fellow went home and filed a complaint with Constantine, claiming he'd teach you a lesson."

"Would Constantine even bother with him?" Roswitha chuckled.

Isa laughed lightly. "Who knows? But that old Dragon King has been quite active recently. Always looking for an excuse to pick a fight. Remember last time I visited, I mentioned his ambition to expand his territory?"

"Yes, I remember."

Roswitha's expression was calm. "If he really tries to come after Silver Dragon Castle just for a worthless duke, I wouldn’t mind pruning the Scarlet Flame Dragon Clan a bit."

"Now, now, no need to be so aggressive. Just making conversation. Let’s eat."

Leon silently listened to the exchange between the sisters.

He recalled reading about Constantine when he was teaching Muen about Dragon Clan history.

The accounts described Constantine as a heroic figure who had expanded Dragon Clan territory. He must be quite a seasoned Dragon King, with undoubtedly extraordinary strength.

Yet Roswitha showed no concern despite Isa’s reminder.

She wasn’t the type to make empty boasts or overestimate herself. If she didn’t have absolute confidence, she wouldn’t have made such bold statements about "pruning the Scarlet Flame Dragon Clan."

Leon brushed the thoughts aside and continued eating.

As the meal came to an end, the maids began clearing the table.

Isa carefully wiped the meat sauce from Muen’s little face, while Noa sat obediently nearby.

Leon wore a faint smile, as if savoring memories of what he surely considered a socially mortifying moment earlier.

Roswitha was already regretting letting him come along.

Perhaps on the way back tomorrow, she should just ditch him somewhere halfway?

That would work, right? Definitely!

"Where were we? Oh~~ right, about you courting Roswitha, hmm?" Isa resumed the post-dinner conversation.

Leon’s gaze wandered, his tone guilty. "Ah… y-yes, I wooed her."

"Well, you’re something, Leon. Back then, there were so many admirers after Rosie. At the most ridiculous point, the line stretched from the front courtyard of Silver Dragon Castle to the back hills."

"Come on, sis... you’re exaggerating."

"Hehe, just trying to get your husband to appreciate you more."

Isa grinned. "Hey Leon, did you know? Rosie’s suitors were all truly bizarre, and the gifts they gave her were even stranger."

Leon’s eyes lit up. He was immediately intrigued.

Was it time for another embarrassing anecdote? Yes, please! Bring it on!

Meanwhile, Roswitha had given up resisting.

Fine, let it all burn.

A person dies twice—the first time is when their body fails, and the second is when they are forgotten.

But this Silver Dragon Queen seemed to have invented a third death:

Ultimate Social Death!

"I remember one gift was a toy bear that rang an obnoxiously loud alarm every morning at 6 a.m. Rosie threw it away the moment she got it."

"A toy bear?"

"Yes. I wasn’t sure if Rosie didn’t like the bear itself or if she hated the noise."

"I didn’t like the person who gave the bear," Roswitha remarked while sipping her after-dinner tea.

Leon seemed deep in thought. "So that means you do like toy bears?"

Roswitha gave him a sharp look, understanding exactly what he was hinting at.

To avoid letting him make any more of this, Roswitha simply went along. "Yes, yes, yes. I absolutely adore toy bears."

Perhaps, it wasn’t about the toy bear at all.

Rather, it was about the person who had given it—

Or so Roswitha mused, mostly to keep Leon from dwelling on the matter.

"Speaking of admirers, Rosie, I’ve got a little surprise for you," Isa said with a flourish.

Roswitha froze mid-sip of tea.

Not more surprises?!

Sister dear, just how many tricks do you have up your sleeve?

And how long have you been preparing for this very moment?

"Sis, no need to say more. Just bring it out, already!" Leon exclaimed, rubbing his hands together with glee.

Had Leon known Isa’s house would offer such spectacularly entertaining content, he’d never have refused to come!

In this family, Isa was clearly his kindred spirit!

When it came to making Roswitha squirm, he and Isa shared an unparalleled rapport.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend!

Isa soon returned carrying a large box.

"This is..." Roswitha suddenly got a very bad feeling.

"These are all the love letters you threw away without even glancing at them!"

"Mom, why did you faint?!"

"It’s fine... Mom can handle it..."

Isa began flipping through the letters in the box, recounting each one with relish.

"This one’s from the prince of the Green Dragon Clan. Shame he couldn’t even get past the gates of Silver Dragon Castle."

"This one’s from the marquis of the Ice Dragon Clan. Poor guy—Rosie didn’t even bother learning his name."

"Ah, all these letters—unopened, discarded... Good thing I, as your thrifty sister, salvaged them for posterity."

Roswitha rubbed her temples. "Sis, how does this relate to being thrifty?"

"Thrifty, because unwanted love letters can be folded to fix wobbly table legs; frugal, because when you’re sad, you can pull them out and laugh a little. Doesn’t that make sense?"

Roswitha silently gave her a thumbs-up. You win.

"Ahem. Now then, let’s randomly pick a 'lucky winner' to read their confession to Rosie aloud," Isa declared.

"Sis, please let me do the honors!" Leon volunteered enthusiastically.

"Sure thing! Go ahead—there’s a whole box to choose from."

Leon eagerly rummaged through the box before pulling out a pink envelope.

He brought the envelope to his nose, inhaling deeply in an exaggerated manner, "Darling, I’m about to read it! Let me take this chance to learn so I can write you letters every day in the future."

"......"

Leon leisurely opened the envelope and started reading theatrically.

"My dearest Miss Melkevi, from the moment I laid eyes on you, I fell hopelessly in love. Oh, Melkevi, you shine like the Milky Way in the heavens, dazzling and resplendent, yet—mmph mmph mmph—"

Roswitha grabbed a half-eaten loaf of bread left on the table and stuffed it into Leon’s mouth.

"You’ve outdone yourself, Leon. When it comes to making me feel nauseated, you’ve truly mastered it—and done it flawlessly." Roswitha’s tone carried a hint of annoyance.

She now resembled an indignant, puffed-up pufferfish, her face flushed red.

Leon swallowed the bread in one gulp, tossed the letter aside, and pulled Roswitha close, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

Roswitha thought he was about to disgust her again, but Leon’s next words were entirely beyond her expectations.

“Alright, alright, what admirers, love letters—all just fleeting clouds of the past. In the end, you still married me and gave birth to such adorable, well-behaved daughters.”

He looked at Roswitha, his eyes brimming with affection—

Of course, most of it stemmed from a deep instinct to survive.

If he didn’t hurry up and appease the mother dragon, Leon had no doubt she would do something tonight.

Roswitha’s cheeks immediately reddened a shade deeper, and she quickly turned her head away. “My sister and the kids are here! Don’t say things like that, you idiot.”

“Daddy’s blushing~” Muen chimed in teasingly.

A faint smile played at the corners of Isa’s lips as she rested her chin on one hand. “You two are getting along really well.”

She could see it. Although her younger sister and brother-in-law were always bickering, neither giving an inch, this kind of interaction was the most natural and effortless for them.

Roswitha would never let anyone else make such jokes about her, yet this man named Leon had managed to do so effortlessly.

As for their future... they were bound to remain happy together, Isa was certain of that.

She stood up, clapping her hands. “Alright, now that dinner’s done, let me take you to the guest rooms. Tomorrow, we’ll go visit the Red Dragon tribe.”

“Yay~”

Isa took Noa and Muen by the hands on either side, while Leon and Roswitha followed behind.

When they reached the third floor of the Castle, Isa first showed the sisters into a room.

Inside, the room featured a rocking horse, a slide, a ball pit—everything one could think of.

It seemed their Aunt Isa had turned a miniature dragon-themed playroom into a bedroom!

The two little ones eagerly dashed in.

Isa chuckled, then led the couple to the innermost room. She opened the door and said, “Here you go, this will be your place for the next couple of days.”

This room was much simpler:

At a glance, it had only a large bed and an enormous transparent bathroom.

What was truly problematic, however, was that both the bed and the bathtub in the bathroom were covered in rose petals!

Leon & Roswitha: “There’s only one bed?!”

“Hehe, I’ve been planning for this day for two years. You two have a good rest, alright~”

Isa smiled slyly, like an old fox whose scheme had just succeeded.