After examining Roswitha’s condition to ensure there were no lingering complications, the doctors left behind a few doses of medicine to accelerate her recovery as well as some postpartum care instructions before departing.
The two little dragon daughters, who had paused their melon-eating antics, eagerly crowded around the bed to get a closer look at their new baby sister.
“She’s so tiny. Feels like she could be punched really far away with just one hit,” Noa remarked with an oddly serious tone.
Leon knew she was trying to emphasize how “tiny” the baby was, but the way she put it felt… a little too Dragon Clan for his taste.
“Hey, Sister, don’t scare our little sister,” Muen chimed in.
Her gaze fell on the baby as she added, “One punch might not cut it; maybe two punches.”
Alright, alright. For now, they could tease their little sister all they wanted, since she couldn’t understand a word they were saying.
If she could, though, she’d probably be digging out her freshly-cut umbilical cord to give them a good spanking by now.
At the moment, Roswitha was lying sideways on the bed while Leon held the newborn at the bedside. The two daughters stood on either side of Leon, forming a harmonious picture of a family of five.
Standing on tiptoes, Muen gently pinched her baby sister’s chubby cheeks.
Soft, squishy, and carrying the faint milky scent of an infant.
Muen’s eyes sparkled as a thought popped into her head. “Sister, Mommy, Daddy, let’s give Baby Sister a name!”
“What name does Muen have in mind for her little sister?” Leon asked.
During Roswitha’s pregnancy, the two of them had indeed brainstormed names for their second child.
But they hadn’t settled on anything suitable.
Now the baby had already arrived, and still, they didn’t have a name.
Since Muen brought it up, Leon figured it was a good chance for the family to brainstorm together.
Muen blinked her big, pretty eyes, scratched her chin in thought for a moment, and then said, “Let’s call her ‘Star.’ Muen’s name means ‘moon,’ so it makes sense for my sister to be ‘star,’ right?”
It makes sense… actually, it made a lot of sense.
But whether it was the word “Star” itself, or any similar-sounding alternatives, none quite seemed dignified enough for a princess’s formal name.
It could work as a little nickname, though.
“‘Star’ doesn’t sound good,” Noa interjected.
Muen pouted. “Then, Sister, what do you think we should name her?”
“Hmm… Since my name comes from the great Dragon Clan hero ‘Noa,’ how about we pick another heroic name for our little sister?”
After thinking for a moment, Noa suggested, “Let’s call her… ‘Blaze.’ How about that?”
Muen’s expression turned serious as she evaluated the suggestion. “That sounds like a wild barbarian’s name, Sister.”
“What’s barbarian about it?”
“It just sounds barbarian. ‘Star’ is way better than ‘Blaze.’”
“Blaze!”
“Star!”
“Blaze!”
“Staaaaar~~~”
Both sisters turned simultaneously to Leon. “Daddy!”
“Huh? Huh… What’s up?” Leon snapped out of his thoughts so suddenly that he nearly dropped the baby in his arms.
“Daddy, tell us, which name is better: ‘Star’ or ‘Blaze’?”
Leon pressed his lips together. Honestly, he thought both names were pretty mediocre.
As he’d considered earlier, “Star” felt lacking in meaning and didn’t work well as a proper name, while “Blaze”… never mind whether it sounded barbarian; it didn’t even fit as a girl’s name to begin with.
Still, he didn’t want to dampen his daughters’ enthusiasm, so his gaze naturally wandered toward Roswitha, silently pleading for her help.
The queen, of course, could read her husband’s mind. After a moment’s thought, she spoke gently to the two girls, “Naming someone is a very important matter. Daddy and I spent a long time thinking and still haven’t decided, so we shouldn’t rush a name right now.”
Muen shuffled closer to her sister, lowering her head and fiddling with her fingers as she softly murmured, “We understand, Mommy.”
Noa also gently twitched Muen’s little tail, pressing her cheek against her sister’s. With that, their small, harmless squabble was settled.
As they grew older and gained more life experience, occasional disagreements were inevitable.
But that was no big deal. Independent thinking was a good quality for the girls to have.
Besides, as twins, the sisters wouldn’t truly fall out with each other.
Leon and Roswitha had full faith in their daughters’ character and morals.
“But although we haven’t decided on a name, what do you think? Does Baby Sister look more like Daddy, or more like Mommy?” Leon asked, smoothly steering the topic back.
Of course, it was back to one of his and Roswitha’s never-ending debates.
Roswitha, lying in bed, rolled her eyes in exasperation.
If she weren’t feeling too weak to argue right now, the silver dragon queen would absolutely not back down!
Dragon Clan genes were clearly the superior ones!
“The baby’s just been born; it’s too early to tell who she takes after,” Roswitha remarked.
She paused, then seemed to think of something. “But… you could take a look at her tail, though~”
Leon froze stiff. “T-Tail?”
Seeing his reaction, Roswitha smirked in satisfaction. “Yes, tail. Our little daughter has the cutest~~little dragon tail~”
Leon vividly remembered the first time he and Roswitha argued over whether Noa and Muen resembled him or her more. He had confidently backed his case with all sorts of physical traits displayed by their daughters.
He had thought such evidence would convince his dragon wife to admit the girls resembled him more.
But what happened?
Roswitha had casually dropped one line: “Well, they have tails.”
And that had been enough to shatter all of Leon’s reasoning.
During Roswitha’s second pregnancy, Leon had desperately tried to counter this by immersing the baby in human cultural influence with extensive prenatal education.
He hoped their newborn would display more human-like traits after birth.
But in the end... had the Dragon Clan genes prevailed once more?
No!!
“Daddy~ Daddy~ Let us see Baby Sister’s tail too!” Muen exclaimed, bouncing up and down in excitement.
Leon sighed inwardly.
Fine. If she had a tail, so be it.
But if there’s going to be a third child, human pride will rise again!
Resolving himself, Leon carefully placed the baby on the bed and began to gently unwrap her blanket layer by layer.
Once the blanket was removed, Leon and his daughters were greeted with the sight of a short, wiggly tail at the base of the baby’s spine.
It looked like an oversized silkworm cocoon, at least from Leon’s perspective as a human who had never experienced having a tail.
Muen and Noa leaned against the edge of the bed, standing on tiptoes to get a better look at their sister’s tail.
Muen’s starry eyes sparkled even brighter; her little mouth formed an “O” shape from how irresistibly cute she found the tail.
"So adorable! I wanna touch it!”
She slowly stretched out her hand, extending a single finger to poke her sister’s tail.
Soft and pliable, with an unexpectedly elastic feel.
The tail gave a tiny twitch in response to the touch, and the baby let out a faint grunting sound.
“Wow~~ It’s so fun~~” Muen clapped her hands in delight.
But Leon frowned as he scrutinized the tail more closely. "Why does the color look… different from Noa’s and Muen’s?”
Noa and Muen both had silvery tails, just like Roswitha.
But the baby’s tail seemed… pinkish?
Half an hour ago, when the doctors had cleaned up the baby after cutting the umbilical cord and handed her to Roswitha, she had also noticed this. However, she had assumed it was just the lighting at the time.
But now that it was already morning, and the tail still looked pinkish?
“Let me see,” Roswitha said.
Leon brought the baby to Roswitha’s pillow.
Looking down, she saw it clearly: the tail was indeed pinkish.
“It’s not pure pink, though…”
Roswitha gently pinched the baby’s tail tip, noting some small reddish scales. She muttered, “It’s more like… a diluted red.”
Red?
Leon froze, his eyes widening in realization as if something critical had just clicked in his mind.
At the same time, a maid’s voice came from outside the room.
“Your Majesty, Your Highness, Isa has arrived.”
