After the relay race, the event moved on to some standard competition categories, such as high jump, long jump, and javelin throwing.

Once again, these competitions required the collaboration of family members—a team of three. The final rankings would be determined by the total cumulative scores.

Each race of the Dragon Clan had its own strengths.

For the Silver Dragon Clan, however, they held little advantage in events that didn’t involve speed contests.

Roswitha and Noa were somewhat concerned that the lead they had gained from winning the relay would be squandered in the upcoming events.

But as it turned out, with Leon around, their worries were completely unnecessary.

It was no surprise, really. When someone is so monstrously strong that their scores aren't even recorded in official rankings, they’re practically a certified cheat code. This guy was the true definition of an invincible master of all trades.

Taken individually, Leon might not surpass certain other Dragon Clans in specific skills like strength or speed.

But when it came to versatility and overall performance, Leon’s dominance became glaringly obvious. Besides, this was the Dragon Clan Sports Meet!

Roswitha couldn't help but marvel—she had only stayed away from him for a while, and his abilities were already in such a state. If he were at his peak, wouldn’t he simply obliterate the competition?

A person like Leon, if he were to stay on the battlefield, would surely make all Dragon Clans feel an immense pressure, wouldn’t he...?

Needless to say, such talk might seem a bit grim, but after all, Leon was a human capable of impregnating someone even before his own death.

In every way imaginable, he was worthy of the title "Strongest Dragon Slayer."

Roswitha mused silently to herself.

When the standard events concluded, Leon's family unsurprisingly took first place in total scores, much to the delight of the two little dragon girls, who were over the moon with excitement.

As long as they performed reasonably well in the final fun games segment, victory was basically assured.

Leon: Day off! Day off! Day off!

“Alright, now we’ll be starting the final segment of the Family Sports Meet: the fun games. Here’s the breakdown of the event rules.”

A staff member on the speaker platform began explaining,

“In the fun games segment, adult dragons and baby dragons from each family will compete in separate events.”

“The little dragons’ game is called *Protect the Balloon*. Staff members will attach a balloon to the baby dragons' backs. If a balloon is popped, the baby dragon is eliminated. They’ll be gathered in a designated area for a showdown, and the last one standing will be the winner.”

“As for the adult dragons, they’ll compete in the Three-Legged Challenge.”

The mention of the three-legged race made Leon and Roseweither exchange a glance.

They could see the same message in each other’s eyes:

We nailed it big time!

Win!

The two-legged race happened to be the first coordination exercise they ever practiced together, and their synchrony was excellent.

To top it off, Roswitha’s "predictions" had been spot-on; the final and most critical event was indeed tied to the Three-Legged Challenge.

Still, Leon wasn’t in any hurry to celebrate just yet.

Past experiences taught him that anytime he dared to pop champagne early at this unpredictable academy, things nearly went sideways.

For instance, that initial interview... or the time they gave their model family speech...

Those incidents had nearly cost Leon half his life.

“As for the specific details of the Three-Legged Challenge, please proceed to the starting line. The surprises await you during the race~ Enjoy them at your own pace~”

Leon’s lips twitched. "Hah, as expected. Good thing I didn’t start celebrating."

Adult dragons from each family gathered at the starting line, where staff tied their ankles together with ropes.

Once tethered, Leon naturally wrapped his arm around Roswitha’s waist.

Roswitha glanced at the arm coiled around her waist and then at Leon. Teasingly, she said,

“Wow—your move there was a little *too* smooth, wasn’t it?”

“Practice makes perfect, my dear wife.”

"Such a fool..."

Though she grumbled, Roswitha mirrored Leon’s action with practiced ease, wrapping her arm around his waist just as smoothly.

It still felt great to touch.

Looking straight ahead from the starting point, they could see a temporary booth about fifty meters away.

The booth was closed, opaque, and must contain their first challenge behind its doors.

For some reason, Roswitha found herself a little excited.

"Alright, get ready~~~"

The referee raised the *Dragon Flame* in his hand. "Go!"

With a loud bang, the starting signal exploded in the sky, and the adult dragons tied together began haphazardly sprinting forward, sticking to one another...

Only to tumble down.

“What happened? Why didn’t we start by moving the tied legs first?”

“What? I thought we were supposed to step with the outside legs at the same time!”

“Idiot! Hurry and get up!”

“This is so embarrassing!”

“Honey, are you okay?!”

“I... I think I pulled something down there...”

“...”

At the sound of "Go," groans and wails swept across the field.

“Damn, whose sadistic idea was this event? Who even has the coordination to pull it off?” one adult dragon grumbled.

“W-wait... No, there *are* people who can pull it off...” His partner pointed toward the track.

Ahead of them, two shadows—one black and one silver—moved seamlessly as one. Their arms were wrapped around each other’s waists, and their steps synchronized perfectly, devoid of any disarray.

WTF? Were these Dragon Clan special forces?

This wasn’t just a matter of leading by a few lengths.

If the other families kept gawking for much longer, they might as well hand the championship trophy to the Silver Dragon Family right now.

Only after snapping out of their daze did the other adult dragons rally and get moving again.

Though their coordination still resembled a chaotic mess, they managed to stumble forward.

Meanwhile, amid the astonished gazes of the crowd, Leon and Roswitha reached the booth first.

They pushed the door open and stepped inside.

What awaited them wasn’t a puzzle or quiz as they had anticipated. Instead, the room contained a single table, two chairs—

And a basin... of noodles.

Steam rose from the tender, finely crafted noodles, carrying a rich wheat fragrance. The aroma blended with the piping-hot broth, creating a mouthwatering scent that made one’s stomach rumble—

But still.

This was an entire basin of noodles! Not a bowl, not a plate, but a basin!

As Leon and Roswitha entered the booth, a nearby Recording Stone began playing a video.

“Welcome to the First Challenge: Family Feeder!"

"The rules are simple: Family Member A must feed Family Member B the noodles in front of you. Once the noodles are completely eaten, you may proceed to the next stage. Note: You *must not* switch roles! Doing so will be classified as cheating, and the Recording Stone will monitor you at all times.”

“Additionally, this year's noodles are exclusively sponsored by Silka Noodles for Baby Dragons. Silka~ Extra Silky~”

Leon’s mouth twitched. “They’ve got product placements in this, too?”

“You eat; I’ll feed,” Roswitha said with a sly smile, her mischievous intentions already brewing.

Leon blinked. "So you've already decided I’m the one who has to eat?"

"You don’t want our daughter to miss out on winning, do you?"

Roswitha took the lead, dragging Leon over to the table.

Once seated, she picked up the serving fork, twirling a portion of noodles. Supporting it with her other hand, she brought it to Leon’s mouth, her voice soft as honey.

“Here, let me feed you. Say ‘ahhh~.’”

Strange.

This dragoness suddenly seemed so gentle—a level of gentle that felt oddly unnatural, even in a competition setting.

Leon stared at her while reluctantly opening his mouth to accept the offering of noodles.

*Hiss—*

Even after swallowing the first bite, Leon couldn’t detect anything off.

Why don't you be a bit more cunning, Dragoness? Otherwise, I might not enjoy these noodles (just kidding).

“Great job. Now, keep going. Take your time,” Roswitha coaxed as she scooped up the next portion.

Leon obediently opened his mouth again.

Several bites later, the realization hit him like a thunderbolt.

She was feeding him way too fast!

Her words said “take your time,” but her feeding hand moved at a speed that left afterimages!

No more than twenty seconds had passed, yet Leon had already been stuffed with four or five forkfuls of noodles!

The rapid onslaught left him feeling breathless.

“Slow down... Slow down... No rush, right? We’re already in first place.”

"Sure, whatever you say. Now, open up~”

Roswitha’s sweet reply couldn’t have been more compliant, yet her hands didn’t pause for even a moment.

Leon blinked, muttering “Didn’t we agree to slow down?” as he absentmindedly opened his mouth again.

Roswitha slid the noodles in, then gleefully prepared the next forkful.

Leon swallowed hard, waving his hand frantically. “I’m serious, I need a break!”

“Come on, now. Slackers at the dinner table aren’t team players. Open wide, darling~”

*Darling.*

What?!

Roswitha’s tone was dipped in syrup—a level of syrupy sweetness he rarely encountered.

This. Was. A. Trap.

That earlier “darling” sounded like bliss, but there was no surviving this relentless feeding pace.

Knowing Roswitha as well as he did, Leon was certain she wouldn’t treat him this attentively just for the sake of the competition.

The realization dawned: *this was revenge!*

It was Roswitha’s vengeance, clear as day!

Not long ago, when she had just awakened, Leon had used this exact method to coerce her into drinking fish soup.

Damn, she was reenacting the scene to exact her payback!

“Darling, come on, move your mouth. Don’t be shy~”

“Hey, Mrs. Dragon, calm down. Didn’t the principal just say: ‘Friendship comes first, competition second’?”

"Exactly. Friendship first, competition second... and you third. So neither of those things is more important than Noa’s victory. Now, eat up, darling~”

With that, Roswitha grabbed Leon’s chin and forced another mouthful of noodles into his mouth.

“Mmfff—” Leon could only mumble through an overstuffed mouth.

Meanwhile, outside the booth, the announcer’s voice echoed:

“Attention, everyone! After the Melkevi family, several more families have arrived at the first challenge station!”

"Oh~ watching them so sweetly feeding each other reminds me of my first love. We too shared such a wonderful romance back then~"

"Look! Mrs. Ross is thoughtfully preparing napkins for her husband!"

"And Mr. Kent, from the Kent family, has been gazing affectionately at his wife the entire time while eating noodles! So touching! Truly touching!!"

"So, how about our former model family, the Melkevi family? Let’s check on their progress—"

"Oh, this is... this is... quite a bold display. We can see that Mr. Melkevi's husband seems to want to escape from the table, but thanks to the three-legged tie, he can't stray more than two steps away from his wife!"

"Meanwhile, Mrs. Melkevi is using her Silver Dragon Clan's unique speed advantage to frantically stuff noodles into her husband's mouth!"

"Hmm... her movements are so fast—it's almost like they’re sparring...??"

"On that note, I'd like to ask a rather personal question: do you two feed each other like this at home as well?"

But boldness aside, Roswitha and Leon still managed to finish first, clearing this round.

"Congratulations to the two of you for passing the first round! There are special digestive pills at the exit—take them with water, they work quickly."

The couple stood up.

Roswitha, beaming with triumph, supported a pale-faced Leon as they left the compartment.

Indeed, at the doorway, there was a glass of water and a digestive pill.

She helped Leon take the pill, then "gently" patted him on the chest, saying, "You’re so brave, my warrior."

This wasn’t care; it was pure satisfaction over successful revenge!

Leon shot her a glare but said nothing. Instead, he glanced at the adjoining racecourses, seemingly confirming that they were the first team to emerge from this round.

Though the experience had been painful, they were still far ahead!

"Let’s move on to the second round," Leon said.

"Alright."

Since the pill hadn't taken effect yet, they slowed their pace slightly.

The second round was also conducted in a small compartment.

When they stepped inside, once again, there was a table and two chairs. This time, however, there was a game host seated opposite them.

"Please, have a seat. The second round is called 'Answer Irrelevant' I will randomly ask you various questions, but remember, your answers must be unrelated to the questions."

"For example, if I ask this gentleman his name, he might answer, 'I’m a man' or 'I have a daughter,’ something entirely unrelated."

"There are ten questions in total. Once they’re all answered, you clear the round. However, if you give a related answer, you’ll face a 10-second penalty."

The challenge lies in restraining your reflexive, instinctive responses to such “simple” questions.

Add to that the added pressure of a time penalty, and it’s easy to end up blurting out the correct answer.

The couple exchanged a glance before taking their seats.

Not answering directly? Ah, that’s one of their basic skill sets!

The second round began.

"Here’s the first question. Sir, what color is your wife’s tail? Please answer immediately!" The host's rapid-fire delivery was clearly meant to pressure Leon.

Leon, still rattled from his previous experience confronting a mother dragon, almost reflexively began to form the “S” sound, but he managed to stop himself just in time. "Duck!" he declared.

"Very good, excellent. It seems this gentleman—"

Not waiting to finish the compliment, the host turned abruptly to Roswitha. "What is your husband's occupation?"

"Dragon slay—er, um... Clan... Clan."

The host blinked in confusion. "Do we even have a Dragon Slayer Clan these days? This question will not count towards the round."

"Oh, it exists! It’s a minor branch that’s disbanded now. My husband married into our Silver Dragon Clan," Roswitha hastily clarified.

The host nodded, "Alright, next question—"

The remaining questions continued in the same vein, ostensibly simple and direct, but made tricky by the rules of the game.

Throughout the process, Leon and Roswitha stumbled a couple of times, earning a 20-second penalty.

However, they gradually found their rhythm and made it to the final two questions.

"Sir, what’s your favorite part of your body?"

"My wife."

Roswitha quietly covered her face.

Even if you’re obeying the rules and deliberately giving unrelated answers, why does it have to be *this* ridiculous?

"Alright, final question! The weather today is great, perfect for hosting a sports meet! I wonder how the little dragons’ competition is progressing—"

The host was clearly trying to throw Leon off. One moment he was making casual small talk, the next he could lob a question without warning.

Leon instinctively stared at the host’s mouth, nervously swallowing.

"If I could, I think I’d become a forest ranger after retiring—do you love your husband?"

"Yes—" Roswitha nearly blurted out.

Leon: ?

Host: !

As expected, they slipped up on the final question! Go ahead, accept your 10-second penalty like good sports!

But just as the host was about to issue the penalty, Roswitha quickly turned the tables, coming up with an improvised save,

"Yes—terday once more."

The host froze, stunned.

How… how did she manage to spin it into something coherent?!

Roswitha exhaled lightly in relief.

The host, left with no choice, made a gesture as if to say, "Can’t argue with that!" He chose not to nitpick further.

After all, this was merely an entertaining competition—why get too strict when everyone was here for fun?

"Congratulations to both of you for clearing the second round."

The host stood up, opening the compartment door for them. “But honestly, if your immediate reaction is to answer ‘yes,’ it must really be true love!"

Roswitha: Don’t take it seriously—it didn’t even go through my brain, I swear.