The second round of the competition was a word-chain game.

Given that both Leon and the trench coat lady had performed exceptionally well in the previous round of the "Skipping Sevens" game, they were essentially here to smurf.

The owner, therefore, felt that if either of them were to start the word-chain round, they would likely use obscure words to end the game in the very first round.

This wasn't the kind of outcome the owner wanted.

So, the owner decided to let another contestant start the game.

"Maybe this will make the competition last a bit longer," the owner thought.

However, it turned out the owner had underestimated Leon and the trench coat lady's ability to dominate.

No matter how simple or common the starting word was, the two of them managed to follow up with extremely obscure words, leaving the next player at a loss and resulting in their elimination.

The owner watched as contestants left the arena one by one, secretly lamenting:

"Are the two of you here to stock up my shop or something? All about efficiency, huh?"

The first round of "Skipping Sevens" had at least lasted about five minutes, but the second round of the word-chain game lasted only a mere two minutes.

Under Leon and the mysterious trench coat lady's "massacre," the competition very quickly came down to just them.

The owner felt defeated, but seeing the growing crowd of onlookers outside the shop, they decided not to drag things out. Instead, they moved straight into the third and final round of the competition.

"The last game is simple too, called ‘I Have, You Don’t.’ Both parties take turns stating something they possess or an experience they’ve had. If the other party doesn’t have it, the player earns a point.”

“In the allotted time, the one with more points wins the Jade Dragon Fruit prize.”

“Please both of you abide by the rules and no lying~”

“Well then, if you’re ready, let’s start the final competition!”

Leon and the trench coat lady stood face to face, separated by a small table with a scoreboard placed on it.

The audience gathered outside focused intently on this final match.

Although the prize was already out of reach for them, they had to admit that the games organized by the shop owner were very entertaining, enough to keep them lingering to watch.

At this moment, however, Roswitha was the only one left in the VIP spectators' section.

She stood with her arms crossed, glancing around and muttering, “Was that lady’s husband not coming...”

Maybe she’s just here for fun? Roswitha thought.

But she had to admit that this trench coat lady was impressive, matching Leon’s wits 50-50 in scheming and tactics.

The final game began.

Leon tilted his chin slightly, saying, "Ladies first."

The trench coat lady curved her red lips into a faint smile. "Thank you. Then I won’t hold back."

After a pause, the trench coat lady said, "I have a whole room full of high heels."

"...”

For her opening move, Leon was rendered speechless.

This lady didn’t just think fast—she knew how to leverage her own advantages.

If Leon claimed as a grown man that he also had a room full of high heels, everyone would undoubtedly think he was a freak, right?

Although his mind was filled with things he wanted to complain about, Leon kept his composure. "Well, I don’t have that."

The trench coat lady smiled smugly and marked herself a point on the scoreboard.

It was Leon's turn.

The trench coat lady’s usage of gender advantages gave Leon an idea.

Oh, so you think only you can play sneaky?

I can play that game too!

Leon pondered for a moment, scratching his chin as his eyes darted around the room, eventually settling on Roswitha.

What followed was a confident and knowing smile.

Roswitha blinked. What’s this scoundrel plotting now?

"I have a wife."

The queen: ...

Should’ve known nothing good ever comes out of that head of yours!

The spectators burst into laughter and teasing.

Roswitha lowered her head, covering her blushing and burning face. She wanted nothing more than to rush over and shut Leon’s mouth herself!

The trench coat lady’s reaction to Leon’s response was a slight moment of surprise, but she quickly regained her composure. "Interesting. You and your wife... have a good relationship, I take it?"

Leon shrugged. "Couldn’t be better. So, do I get my point?"

The trench coat lady nodded.

Leon marked himself a point on the scoreboard.

"Well then... I have a younger sister," the trench coat lady said.

A younger sister.

Tsk.

Leon frowned.

He didn’t have that. All he had back home was a donkey.

Leon gestured politely, indicating she should add another point to her score.

Back to Leon.

If we're bringing up family members...

He was about to say, "I have two daughters," but upon further thought, while the Dragon Clan wasn’t particularly into having children, it wasn’t impossible that this lady might have two kids of her own.

So Leon decided to be more specific.

"I have a pair of twin daughters."

When the trench coat lady heard this, she didn’t seem particularly surprised. Rather, she nodded slightly as if to say, "So, it’s just as I thought."

"Well, I don’t have that. You can add your point," she said.

Leon scored another point.

Several rounds into the game, Leon and the trench coat lady remained neck and neck.

Before either made a statement, they would carefully think through it.

Both were incredibly clever, and at this rate, they could easily go on for hours without a clear winner.

Luckily, this final round had a time limit.

With ten seconds left, Leon was trailing by one point.

His brain raced, and he finally said, "I have shoed a donkey."

(The donkey: Leon, you better have a good reason for this, Casmod!)

Roswitha muttered, "Ugh, he just can't let that donkey go."

The trench coat lady froze momentarily. Clearly, she hadn’t had such "down-to-earth" experiences.

She shook her head.

Leon smirked, added another point to his score, and tied the trench coat lady.

As the timer ticked down, Leon thought they might have to go into overtime.

However—

"I have my first kiss."

In the final second, the trench coat lady unleashed her ultimate move.

Leon was dumbfounded.

Excuse me—wasn’t this supposed to be a promotional event for a maternity supply store?! And what’s a mother dragon, who still has her first kiss intact, doing here??

Clearly, you're just here for fun, right?

"Uh... sir," the shop owner asked, "you just said you have a wife and a pair of adorable twin daughters. So, I assume your first kiss is probably... gone, right?"

Leon glanced sideways at the owner and sighed in resignation. "Yeah, I don’t have my first kiss anymore."

Time was up. The trench coat lady led by one point and won the final round of the competition.

According to the rules, the shop owner handed the Jade Dragon Fruit to the trench coat lady. As the runner-up, Leon received a ten-year valid discount voucher.

"Alright, feel free to shop with us anytime! This concludes today's event," the owner said with a bow.

As it happened, more customers began flowing into the shop, leaving the owner too busy to attend to Leon and the trench coat lady any further.

Leon stared at the discount voucher in his hand, then at the Jade Dragon Fruit in hers.

Damn it!

He was so close!

As he stewed in regret, Roswitha approached the edge of the competition area, leaning slightly forward with her chin in her hand. Her gaze lifted, and with a sweet smile, she asked,

"So, where’s my champion? Where’s my dragon fruit, hmm, Leon?"

"...Being the runner-up is pretty good too," Leon muttered, pursing his lips.

He turned to glance at the trench coat lady holding the dragon fruit.

Without the Jade Dragon Fruit, he’d undoubtedly end up as Roswitha’s punching bag in the coming days.

No, he had to fight for it.

"Ma’am, could we have that fruit? My wife is pregnant."

The trench coat lady tilted her head, looking between Roswitha and Leon. "Didn’t you just say you already have a pair of twin daughters? So... this is?"

"Second pregnancy. We’re having a second pregnancy," Leon replied.

"Oh? Among the Dragon Clan, not many people choose to have a second child," she said with a hint of curiosity.

Leon laughed nervously. "Well, we just wanted to do our part to help Dragon Clan's population, right, honey?"

Roswitha rolled her eyes but begrudgingly played along. "Yeah, we both really like kids, so we decided on a second pregnancy."

"Mm-hmm. Besides, ma’am, you just joined this competition for fun, right? This fruit doesn't hold much value for you."

Leon added, "We could arrange to exchange it for something else—or, if you feel shortchanged, we can throw in some extra compensation."

"True, I was just here for fun, and the Jade Dragon Fruit doesn’t mean much to me," the trench coat lady admitted.

"But I do wonder about you and your wife. Are you really expecting a second pregnancy?"

Leon froze, unsure why a stranger would care so much about their second pregnancy.

He glanced at Roswitha, who barely shook her head to indicate she had no clue either.

After a moment, Leon nodded honestly. "Yes, we are expecting a second child."

"How far along?"

"Uh..."

She even wants details? Leon scratched the side of his forehead. "Two months."

“Oh, I see. It’s obvious you care deeply for your wife—already two months in, and you’re working hard to get her this fruit to nourish her body.”

It turned out this trench coat lady’s calm and mysterious demeanor concealed a talent for being nosy.

But what choice did Leon have? He had to play along to get that damn fruit.

"Y-Yeah. I love my wife a lot."

"How much do you love her?"

"...A lot, like, a super lot."

"Oh~~ How romantic~~ I'm envious, really envious."

Seeing her in high spirits, Leon seized the opportunity, rubbing his hands together. "So, ma’am, about this fruit—"

"Considering how much you love your wife, I'll give you the dragon fruit," the lady in the trench coat said generously.

Leon reached out and took it, cherishing it as if it were a priceless treasure.

Going round and round, the championship still ended up being his!

A hollow victory is still a victory, so why wouldn't a gifted one also count?

It all makes perfect sense.

In the end, Leon didn't forget to show some courtesy. "Would you mind telling us your name?"

"My name, huh... Hmph."

The lady in the trench coat raised both hands.

With one hand, she removed the hat from atop her head, and with the other, she took off her sunglasses.

Scarlet hair cascaded down from beneath the hat, blooming like a radiant rose.

The fiery red eyes revealed beneath the sunglasses were particularly striking, as bright and dazzling as rubies.

She shed her disguise and, under the utterly astonished gazes of Leon and Roswitha, spoke in her natural voice, revealing her name.

"Isa Melkevi. Now then, what were you saying earlier... brother-in-law? Oh, that's right—you do have a second pregnancy now, don't you?"