In a beverage shop in Sky City, Isa savored the rich and aromatic coffee.

Steam curled up from the cup, slightly moistening the long lashes of the red-haired beauty.

Her crimson lips parted slightly as she took a sip of the liquid, leaving a faint lipstick mark on the rim of the cup.

She gently set the coffee down, crossing her long legs. Her black trench coat and hat were placed on the side, and sunlight poured through the window, illuminating her fiery hair like a warm flame.

The scene epitomized serenity and perfection, a picture of peace.

However, less than two meters across from Isa, peace was neither present nor perfect.

The "frustrated couple" sat side by side with their hands on their knees, much like two kindergarteners who had just finished a fight and were now summoned to the teacher's office to face a scolding.

They sat upright, backs straight, barely daring to breathe.

The hard-earned Jade Dragon Fruit they had been desperately searching for was now lying right on the table in front of Leon.

At this moment, Leon practically wished for all the Jade Dragon Fruit in existence to go extinct!

Damn Dragon Clan—how about you all just go into cocoons from now on?

Roswitha wasn’t in a much better emotional state.

Damn Dragon Slayer—standing so close on stage earlier, and still couldn’t recognize that she’s my sister?

Under the table, the couple’s legs accidentally brushed against each other.

Immediately, they glanced at each other sideways, each misinterpreting the touch as an accusation.

Consequently, Leon nudged her leg, and Roswitha countered with her knee, engaging in an invisible tussle.

Ultimately, it was Isa’s soft cough that interrupted them.

“Rosie.”

“Yes... sister.”

The Red Dragon Queen propped her cheek with one hand, gazing at her younger sibling with a soft, teasing smile.

“You’ve kept your figure so well.”

Roswitha lowered her gaze, brushing a strand of silver hair behind her ear with slender fingers.

“Oh, it’s not that good, sis. You look amazing yourself—”

“Two months pregnant, and still maintaining your figure—how impressive~”

Upon hearing this, a jolt of shock coursed through Roswitha’s body, leaving her simultaneously numb and thoroughly flustered. Even her tail curled reflexively from the awkwardness.

She shrank down slightly, curling her hands around the coffee cup, using the act of drinking to try and dodge the topic.

Beneath the table, Leon gave her leg another nudge.

Roswitha sneaked a side glance at him.

Leon shot back a look that seemed to say, “You knew we’d get grilled by your big sister, so think before you answer!”

Roswitha: Easy for you to say—why don’t you try handling this?

Leon: Fine. Watch me.

Roswitha responded by sticking her tongue out at him mockingly.

“Leon.”

“Yes!”

“When did you discover you were expecting your second child?” Isa asked leisurely.

Learning from the earlier ordeal with his wife, Leon decided to think carefully before responding.

Isa’s question—“When did you find out?”—was clearly not simply about when they discovered the pregnancy.

Following the logical thread of this question, it became evident she truly wanted to say, “How dare you not tell me, your elder sister, right away after finding out?”

Having deduced Isa’s real intent, Leon crafted a reply designed to avoid punishment.

After some thought, the shrewd Dragon Slayer said:

“Ah, we only just did a check-up a few days ago and confirmed it was two months. That’s why we’re here in Sky City today, buying some supplements and doing a follow-up check-up. We were planning to write you a letter when we got home, sis.”

A flawless response!

Red Dragon Queen, let’s see how you poke holes in this. Leon was brimming with confidence.

Isa merely arched an eyebrow lightly and chuckled softly.

“Oh, I see. That’s not too bad, then.”

Leon’s answer was indeed smooth and successfully dodged Isa’s prompts that could have led to other interrogations.

Seeing that Isa didn’t push the matter further, Leon inwardly heaved a sigh of relief and turned to Roswitha beside him.

Leon: See? When it comes to dealing with dragons, I’m a professional.

Roswitha: Tch. Don’t celebrate too soon.

“I was starting to think you two didn’t plan to tell me at all,” Isa remarked.

“That could never happen, sis. We were just deciding whether to visit you in person or write to you about it,” Leon replied earnestly, making it sound as though they really had planned to inform Isa about the pregnancy.

But in reality, during their earlier discussions, both of them had agreed to keep the pregnancy from Isa for the time being.

Twins were already rare among the Dragon Clan, and second pregnancies were even rarer.

If Isa were to find out, the entire Melkevi family would face a decade of relentless celebration.

Leon even suspected Isa might resort to some forbidden magic to raise the old ancestors of the Melkevi family from their graves just to tell them:

“Little Rosie and her husband have brought glory to our family. Three kids in just three years of marriage! With hundreds of years to come, who knows what’s possible?”

The couple understood that it was impossible to completely keep such a secret; Isa was bound to find out eventually.

But they hadn’t anticipated it happening so soon… or in such a bizarre way.

Well, what’s done is done. They’d been exposed, and now Leon needed to stabilize Isa’s mood before she could escalate things.

So far, his carefully constructed script seemed to be working.

However, Leon had overlooked one crucial detail:

Isa hadn’t gone to such lengths to disguise herself and participate in that so-called “fun competition” just to ask one question about their pregnancy timeline.

“It seems you’re indeed doing your best to fulfill your past promise to me,” Isa said.

“Promise?” Roswitha blinked. “What promise?”

“Hmm? Leon didn’t tell you?”

Isa smiled knowingly, her gaze landing squarely on Leon.

This time, it was Leon who found himself breaking into a nervous sweat.

He desperately threw Isa pleading glances that screamed: “Don’t say it! Don’t!”

But as the saying goes, “birds of a feather flock together.”

Roswitha was never one to let go of an opportunity to grill Leon, and her elder sister—being even more devious—certainly wouldn’t let the moment slip by.

Roswitha glanced at the visibly uneasy Dragon Slayer beside her.

Oh-ho? Judging by his reaction, whatever promise he made back then must be something he wouldn’t dare say to my face...

Might it be overly sentimental?

Or perhaps something that could damage his upright, unyielding Dragon Slayer image?

“Sis,” Roswitha softly prompted.

“Hmm? Do you want to hear, Rosie?”

The two sisters exchanged a glance, communicating silently.

At that moment, Leon realized with dread:

This wasn’t an interrogation about the second pregnancy anymore.

This was a coordinated sisterly ambush targeting *him!*

Two minutes ago, you were my partner in crime, “dearest wife.” How did you suddenly flip sides and start enabling your sister?!

What happened to the Dragon Clan warriors being paragons of true love? This is your “true love?” Give me a break!

“Oh, it’s nothing major. The last time you two came to visit me, I had a casual chat with Leon,” Isa began.

“It was just lighthearted conversation—I didn’t think much of it. But oh my, Leon’s love for you… it’s as pure and righteous as heaven and earth!”

Roswitha’s face reddened slightly. Hearing her sister narrate these sentiments, she couldn’t help but feel a bit bashful.

But her curiosity outweighed her shyness. Watching her arch-nemesis-turned-husband squirm was worth any minor embarrassment.

Unlike dealing with that old vice principal dragon, who aimed for group humiliation, Isa’s approach—one-on-one psychological warfare—was proving far more effective.

“Oh gosh, sis, you’re making me feel embarrassed,” Roswitha said with a coy laugh, covering her mouth.

“Leon never says sweet things like that to me. Isn’t that right, hmm?” she teased, giving Leon a playful nudge with her elbow.

Leon shot her a disgruntled side-eye.

Fine. Enjoy your moment. Queen of cheap shots.

“Rosie, are you truly unaware of how lucky you are?” Isa said with a chuckle.

“When Leon was outside earlier trying to trade for the Jade Dragon Fruit, I asked him if he loved you. And guess what? He said he loves you so, so much~”

“Oh, stop, sis! You’re embarrassing me even more!” Roswitha covered her cheeks bashfully. Inside, however, she gleefully thought: Keep going! This is getting good! Someone’s face is already heating up over here!

“So, what exactly did Leon promise you back then?” Roswitha redirected, back to the main topic.

Truth be told, she was genuinely curious about what her husband had agreed to behind her back.

Isa glanced at Leon.

Judging by his expression, he looked far too miserable to protest any further.

Oh well. Guess I’ll deliver the final blow, Isa thought with a shrug.

“Your husband said that during your first pregnancy, he didn’t take care of you properly. So, during the second one, he vowed to protect both you and the baby at all costs. Honestly, I thought he was just exaggerating. But wow—less than half a year later, here you two are, already working on baby number two!”

Isa exhaled with satisfaction.

“Looks like he’s really eager to prove himself, Rosie.”

It was a strange feeling—both mortifying and oddly satisfying.

On one hand, Roswitha felt shy hearing simple yet direct promises like this.

On the other hand, knowing that such vows had come from her bickering, stubborn husband made her heart inexplicably happy.

Looking at Leon’s defeated expression, she was convinced:

If he were a hamster, he’d have curled into a helpless ball by now.

“Well, all in all, I’d say Leon’s proven to be a man of his word. Rosie, you’d better not let this one get away, alright?” Isa concluded with an approving nod.

Roswitha let out a smug little laugh and took hold of Leon’s arm.

“Oh, don’t worry, big sis. I definitely, absolutely won’t let Leon get away. Right, honey? You wouldn’t even dream of leaving me, would you?”

The “getting away” she’s talking about and the one her sister meant are two completely different things, aren’t they? Leon thought grimly.

I should’ve stayed out of this family.

Completely disheartened, he slumped back in his seat, silently begging for the interrogation to finally end.

The sister duo carried on chatting for a while longer, and Leon half-listened from the side, too drained to bother chiming in.

He had finally come to understand that the more he said in front of Isa, the more trouble he was digging for himself.

This Crimson Dragon Queen, whose cunning rivaled—if not exceeded—that of Roswitha, was definitely not someone to be trifled with.

Thus, keeping his mouth shut was undoubtedly the best choice.

As the two sisters continued their conversation, the topic shifted to Isa's reason for coming to Sky City.

Leon hadn't been particularly interested, until Isa mentioned one name.

“Crimson Flame Dragon King · Constantine...”