After dinner, the two little dragon daughters helped Leon move into his new quarters.

In reality, he didn’t have much to move. After all, when he first arrived, he had come with the sole aim of conquering Silver Dragon Castle. Nobody had told him he’d end up “settling” here.

His clothing and daily necessities had all been bought by Roswitha. The most valuable thing he owned was the Black Gold Chariot, but that was currently locked in Roswitha’s storage room.

Other than those, there really wasn’t much else.

The daughters each carried two storage boxes and walked out of the nursery, one leading the way and the other following close behind.

After confirming that the daughters had left, Leon turned to Roswitha.

“You told me last night that I wasn’t allowed to enter your room after seven. But now we’re about to start cohabiting. Ah, life... full of surprises every day.”

Roswitha crossed her arms and shot him a glance, clearly understanding that he was trying to tease her. Fortunately, the queen had long mastered the art of deflecting such remarks.

“Agreeing to cohabitation doesn’t mean anything. I’m only doing this to avoid disappointing my daughters. As for you—”

Leon raised an eyebrow. “Me? What about me?”

“Hmph. You look pretty pleased. What? Do you enjoy sharing a room with me that much?”

“Alright, that’s enough, Miss Narcissistic Dragon. I’m only doing this for the girls,” Leon said with practiced ease.

As expected, the daughters provided an excellent shield for the constant skirmishes of this pair of bickering “unfortunate spouses.”

After a bit more banter, Leon grabbed a storage box, opened the drawer of his desk, and packed up a few books along with an old letter from his master.

Oh, and of course, the little toy bear sitting on his desk, which Roswitha had given him back when they were in the Cloud Valley. That went into the storage box as well.

Once everything was packed, he and Roswitha stood at the doorway, taking one last look around the modest nursery.

Hiss—

After living here for so long, this sudden move sparked a pang of reluctance for both of them.

After all, many... “memorable” things had happened in this little nursery.

What’s the saying again?

“Tiny room, endless legends!”

After a brief moment of sentimentality, the two left the nursery and locked the door behind them.

When they returned to Roswitha’s room, the little ones had already taken the initiative, eagerly preparing for their mommy and daddy’s cohabitation life.

The first task for the girls? Organizing clothes. After all, mom and dad would now have to share a single wardrobe.

Standing before the large wardrobe, the two sisters debated where each item should hang and what should go where.

The couple simply stood on the sidelines, watching quietly. They didn’t intervene to tell their daughters what to do, entrusting the entire process to the girls’ judgment.

The original intent was to respect their daughters’ ideas and foster their independence. However, when Muen began digging into the wardrobe, Roswitha’s expression suddenly shifted.

Leon, ever perceptive, caught on immediately. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh no... Muen, wait—”

But it was too late to stop her.

Muen turned around, one small hand holding a black strapless bodysuit, the other clutching a pair of black stockings. With an innocent and puzzled look, she asked, “Mommy, is this some kind of new sleepwear?”

Leon glanced at the clothes in his daughter’s hands and immediately guessed what they were.

Hmm... From a certain perspective, you could indeed call it “sleepwear.”

Clothes worn for bedtime are, technically, sleepwear.

Roswitha’s awkward laugh didn’t seem convincing as she quickly strode forward, snatching the bunny girl outfit from Muen’s hands and hiding it behind her back.

“It’s... it’s nothing. Just some old clothes I was planning to throw away.”

Muen nodded and turned back around to continue organizing the wardrobe with her sister.

Leon walked over, leaned slightly closer to Roswitha’s ear, and whispered, “Wasn’t that bunny girl thing ages ago?”

Roswitha glared at him. “What are you trying to imply?”

Leon shrugged and gestured toward the bunny girl outfit she was holding. “If you really wanted to toss it out, would it still be here? Hmm, miss dragon queen, could it be that you haven’t gotten over the bunny girl play from last time?”

“Say one more word, and I’ll stuff that stocking into your mouth.” Roswitha gritted her teeth as she threatened him.

Leon shrank back slightly, raising his hands to mime zipping his lips.

As they continued rummaging, Noa suddenly pulled out a peculiar outfit and turned around.

“Mommy, is this also some sort of new sleepwear?”

This time, the elder daughter held up a pure white uniform adorned with a red cross.

Now it was Leon’s turn to fall silent, while Roswitha struggled to suppress her laughter.

“Hmm, just put it there. Mommy might~~”

She turned her gaze toward the Dragon Slayer beside her. That smug man happened to be looking back at her. Their eyes met briefly before Roswitha let out a soft hum, redirected her gaze, and coyly murmured, “Might still find it ~~useful~~ someday.”

“Oh, okay.”

With a dutiful nod, Noa neatly folded the nurse outfit and placed it aside.

Once again, Roswitha glanced sideways at Leon, then stuck out her tongue and made a playful face at him.

Leon rolled his eyes, hands stuffed into his pockets, and remained silent.

The daughters continued decluttering and organizing the wardrobe.

The couple, however, couldn’t help but grow increasingly uneasy, silently praying that no other... “play-centric” items would surface.

No little riding crops, high heels, or blindfolds, please—just not that sort of thing.

“Wow!!”

Muen suddenly exclaimed loudly.

That one exclamation made the couple’s hearts leap to their throats.

Please, please don’t let it be anything too inappropriate for kids!

“It’s matching couple pajamas!”

The two sisters turned around, each holding one piece of clothing.

The pajama set was identical in design. The only difference was the color: the pink one was in Noa’s hands, while Muen held the blue one.

Upon seeing this, the couple inwardly exhaled a collective sigh of relief.

Those were the matching pajamas they had bought during their date in Sky City, all thanks to Noa’s “Parents’ Love” essay for Teacher Noh’s project.

They’d never worn them—not once.

Matching pajamas? To them, they were more like prison outfits!

Never wearing them. Over their dead bodies.

But there were others who had a different perspective.

“Mommy, Daddy, now that you’re moving in together, does this mean you’ll wear these matching pajamas every night?” Muen asked excitedly.

Roswitha quickly replied, “Ah... yes, yes.”

“Yay~!”

Muen expressed her elation.

Noa, however, was skeptical. She thought her parents might just be trying to fool them.

She still remembered when and why these pajamas were purchased, and it had been quite some time since that occasion.

Yet, during all this time, the pajamas had been sitting in their mom’s wardrobe, tags still intact. Clearly, they hadn’t been worn even once.

So it was highly unlikely they’d start wearing them just because they were sharing a room now.

Noa’s big, intelligent eyes blinked a few times as she formed an idea.

But instead of directly insisting that her parents wear the pajamas, she silently set them aside.

After finishing up with most of Leon’s clothes and daily items, and with the couple just about ready to breathe a sigh of relief, Noa suddenly asked,

“Mommy, Daddy, you’re going to stay in this cohabitation arrangement for good, right?”

Both of them froze and exchanged uncertain glances, puzzled by why Noa would ask such a question.

Still, Leon nodded. “Of course. Mommy and I will keep living together—so I can take care of her.”

Noa nodded thoughtfully. “Okay. Got it.”

With that, she grabbed her sister’s hand. “In that case, Muen and I won’t bother you two anymore. Sleep tight!”

“Good night, Mommy! Good night, Daddy!”

After their goodnight wishes, the two little ones held hands and skipped out of Roswitha’s room.

Leon was bewildered. “What was she getting at?”

Roswitha frowned slightly. “Not sure... I’ve never been able to figure out what’s going on in Noa’s little mind. Anyway, we’ve fulfilled the girls’ wishes by moving in together, so—”

She turned around and pointed to the sofa. “From now on, that’s your bed.”

Cohabitation meant sleeping in the same room, not in the same bed. Plenty of space in the room—why couldn’t he just sleep elsewhere?

Where there’s a will, there’s a way.

Leon had expected Roswitha to make him sleep on the couch post-move.

No big deal. He didn’t mind sleeping on the sofa. It’s not like he was dying to share a bed with Roswitha anyway.

Just the thought gave him chills.

But, in line with his personal principle of "don’t let that dragon queen have the final say," Leon quipped, “But the girls said I’m supposed to take care of you. How can I do that if we’re not sharing a bed?”

“I don’t *need* you to take care of me.”

“Are you sure? What if, in the middle of the night, you want a glass of water or need to use the bathroom and—oh no, what’s that?—you run into a spider or something~?”

“Shut up! There are no spiders in my Silver Dragon Castle! And even if there were, I... I still wouldn’t let you onto my bed!” Her voice faltered slightly at the end.

“Oh-ho, so I’m even more unwelcome than a spider, huh?”

“Absolutely correct!”

“Oh, so... you admit I occupy space in your mind, then?”

“That’s such a tacky line, Kasmode. You think that’s going to make me cringe?”

Ah, perfect—an evenly matched round of playful bickering as their first cohabitation activity. What a delightful start.

After some more banter, Leon walked over to the bed, grabbed his blanket, and tossed it onto the sofa.

He even placed the little toy bear on the couch’s armrest.

With that, his little single-man “corner” was complete: a cohabiting-but-technically-single dad’s humble retreat.

Roswitha glanced at him without saying anything, climbed into bed, and pulled up her blanket.

The night deepened, and moonlight shimmered faintly.

Thus began the cohabitation life of the world’s strongest Dragon Slayer and the Silver Dragon Queen.