Leon: "Living together?..."

Roswitha: "Living together?"

Muen: "Living together!!... what does that mean?"

The little dragon girl blinked her big eyes, filled with curiosity.

Noa turned her head slightly and looked at her younger sister, patiently explaining, "Living together means that two people who love each other reach a certain stage in their relationship and move into the same place to live together."

Muen suddenly understood, her face lighting up in realization. "Oh~~ so that's what it means. Speaking of which, Daddy has always been sleeping in that little room and rarely sleeps with Mommy in her room."

Sweetheart, if I slept with your mom more often, this house might collapse. Leon's mind filled with internal complaints.

Noa shifted her gaze to Leon and Roswitha, calmly expressing her thoughts, "Since Mommy is pregnant now, she needs someone by her side to take care of her. But after I returned, I noticed that Anna and the others hadn’t made any preparations for Mommy’s pregnancy. So, I’m guessing you two haven’t informed the Maid Squad yet, right?"

"Mommy probably did this so it wouldn’t affect their daily work, which I understand. But since she’s pregnant, she can’t be left alone. Muen is too young, and I’m busy at the academy most of the time, so Daddy is the most suitable choice."

After this logical and convincing analysis, the couple found themselves speechless, unable to find any argument against their daughter's reasoning.

It was ironic. These two usually had sharp tongues and brilliant minds, but in front of their eldest daughter, they were utterly tongue-tied.

"Noa, actually, Mommy is still..." Roswitha attempted to explain.

But Noa cut her off resolutely, "Besides, once the baby is born, won’t they need to use the nursery Daddy has now? By then, Daddy and Mommy will have to sleep together anyway, so whether you start now or later, it’s the same, right?"

Leon found himself almost persuaded, murmuring, "That... makes so much sense..."

The logic really was sound.

But for this couple, who both carried their own secrets, the idea of living together wasn’t something that could be carried out simply because it made sense.

They had always slept separately.

For a normal human couple, continuing to live apart after marriage—especially with kids—was quite rare and would inevitably lead to gossip from outsiders.

Leon had initially worried about this too. After all, they already had kids, but still chose to sleep apart. Wouldn’t people start to get suspicious?

But Roswitha explained that among the Dragon Clan, there weren’t such rigid rules. In fact, even deeply in love Dragon Clan couples respected each other’s personal space intensely.

Because of their unwavering loyalty to their partner, there was no need to worry about mistrust, even if they slept apart.

All you needed to do when wanting to engage in "marital activities" was to signal subtly.

That said, it wasn’t as though cohabitation was entirely unheard of among the Dragon Clan.

In the eyes of everyone around them, including their two daughters, Leon and Roswitha were the picture of a loving couple. For them to live together seemed perfectly natural; living apart was what struck others as odd.

No matter how thoughtfully they had crafted their facade of an ideal family, it had unknowingly backed them into the “trap” of cohabitation.

The two exchanged a glance. Roswitha decided to make one last attempt to reason with her daughter.

"Noa, actually Mommy is only about two months pregnant, so I’m not really affected by it yet. There’s no rush for Daddy to move in with me."

Her words implied that they could revisit this matter later.

But Noa, with her little serious face, stubbornly shook her head, "Pregnancy is a big deal and must be taken very seriously. We can’t allow even the slightest mistake."

Hearing her daughter’s insistence and seeing her stubborn demeanor, Roswitha was perplexed.

Why was Noa so fixated on her pregnancy?

Judging by her earnestness, Roswitha wouldn’t be surprised if Noa decided to apply for temporary leave from school just to come home and take care of her.

Though Noa was more mature than her peers, Roswitha had never seen her so determined about anything.

The truth behind Noa’s behavior lay in past memories.

Back when her father was in a coma, and Roswitha had just given birth to her two daughters, she was often melancholic and depressed. Noa had caught glimpses of this several times.

Even though she was younger then, Noa’s naturally sensitive nature allowed her to perceive that something was wrong—Mommy wasn’t happy. Mommy was sad and dispirited.

At that time, Noa didn’t have much life experience and couldn’t understand what had happened between her parents.

But even so, she silently vowed in her heart that if her mother ever faced such emotions again, she wouldn’t let Mommy show that sorrowful, heartbroken expression ever again.

Now that Mommy was pregnant, Noa knew she might once again confront some of the same worries from the past.

This was why she was so insistent on having Daddy take care of Mommy.

She didn’t understand adult conflicts or unresolved histories; she merely didn’t want her mom to feel sad again.

When no one at the table made a final decision, Noa suggested, "If Mommy doesn’t want to decide, how about we hold a family vote?"

"A family vote?"

"Yes, the four of us will raise our hands to vote. Anyone who agrees that Daddy and Mommy should move in together, raise your hand." Noa immediately raised her small hand.

Muen quickly followed her sister’s lead, raising her own arm high.

Leon didn’t state his opinion straight away. Instead, he looked at Roswitha.

She hesitated visibly, struggling with the decision. Leon had rarely seen her so conflicted.

It made sense, considering their marriage—and even their family—was all a grand pretense. The only genuine elements in their household were their two adorable daughters. Everything else was an act, so there was never any real need to cohabitate.

Leon figured Roswitha would most certainly cast a "no" vote.

If that happened, he could simply follow suit, resulting in a tie—two votes for, two against. The outcome would then remain unchanged, or at least postponed.

Roswitha was probably thinking the same thing—delaying for as long as possible.

However, her response caught Leon completely off guard.

"I... abstain."

The three family members froze for a moment. She had given up on voting?

Leon squinted and studied Roswitha. What was this dragon plotting?

But if she abstained, that rendered Leon’s vote entirely meaningless...

After the initial shock, the two daughters immediately turned their attention to their father.

Leon felt no significant emotional turmoil about the situation.

Living with Roswitha wouldn’t have a particularly dramatic impact on him.

As for the "turning in homework" metaphor, they were currently at a stalemate.

As long as he doesn't get caught like a sitting duck by her again, allowing her to take the moral high ground, Leon is basically safe.

In fact, there were some minor benefits to living together.

At the very least, he wouldn’t have to keep sneaking into Roswitha’s room for his prenatal education plans.

Once she was asleep, he could go all out teaching the unborn child about human culture.

With that thought in mind, Leon shrugged. "Now there are two votes in favor and one abstention. No matter what I choose, it won’t change the result."

Hearing their father’s words, Noa’s tense little face finally broke into a smile. "Alright, Daddy, you can move into Mommy’s room tonight then."

"Oh, so soon?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Alright, I’ll move in later."

"Yay~ Daddy and Mommy are going to live together~" Muen cheered, raising her hands and wagging her tail excitedly.

The couple exchanged a glance.

Roswitha’s expression was complicated, making it hard to decipher her true feelings about the arrangement.

But there was no doubt that, starting tonight, this hapless couple would officially begin their post-marriage cohabitation.

There was no time to mourn the separation of their sleeping quarters. It was time to head toward the battlefield of couple’s cohabitation!

And our professional dragon slayer, Leon Cosmod, had already started strategizing his opening move for the evening.

Roswitha’s self-imposed "7 PM curfew" had lasted less than a day before essentially becoming a joke. Alright then... tonight, he’d use this very point to launch his first attack!