Several hours ago, upon receiving the distress signal sent from the Silver Dragon Clan, Isa immediately organized her guards to come to their aid.

However, as soon as they crossed into the borders of the Red Dragon territory, they encountered obstruction from a faction of the Crimson Flame Dragon Clan.

Yet, the opposing side seemed uninterested in direct confrontation, choosing instead to engage Isa’s troops in drawn-out skirmishes.

They were like a swarm of irritating flies—not inflicting visible damage but proving maddeningly troublesome.

Even though Isa possessed abilities on the level of a Dragon King, she found herself at a complete loss against these infuriating opponents who neither fought nor fled fully.

The Crimson Flame Dragon Clan stuck to her forces and the Red Dragon soldiers like stubborn glue, refusing to let go.

Time passed by bit by bit, and Isa grew more and more anxious.

With the situation so dire, even a delay of a single minute would mean heightened danger for her younger sister.

A Dragon Clan member in labor, even one as strong as a Dragon King, remained exceedingly vulnerable.

Her two nieces were also too young to fight, not that they could even if they wanted to; and Isa knew that Roswitha would never allow them to.

As for her brother-in-law… well, Isa remembered his promise to protect Roswitha, but at the time, she had viewed it as more of a way to gauge his attitude.

This brother-in-law, who had been in a coma for two years due to illness and was remarkably frail, might be able to manage intellectual riddles or strategic planning.

But asking him to pick up a sword and slay dragons? That might be asking a bit… too much of him.

And if Constantine himself were to enter the fray, her brother-in-law might not be able to hold out for even a second.

The more Isa thought about it, the more anxious she became, and her hastiness made her prone to mistakes. Her slip-ups gave the Crimson Flame Dragon Clan’s troops opportunities, leading to some casualties in her forces.

Isa dared not withdraw too many soldiers from the Red Dragon Sanctuary to bolster her numbers; she feared this might be Constantine's tactic to lure her into a trap.

If the entirety of her Red Dragons were to leave their nest, stealing her territory would be laughably easy for Constantine.

Thus, the two sides engaged in a standoff for hours, pushing and pulling until dawn.

Isa felt she could delay no longer.

Even if it meant risking her home being taken by Constantine, she absolutely could not allow anything to happen to Roswitha.

Yet, just as Isa was preparing to muster 90% of her troops for a decisive push forward, the persistent “glue-like” Crimson Flame Dragon Clan suddenly retreated.

Isa didn’t have time to overthink it and quickly led her forces to speed toward the Silver Dragon Clan.

But as they approached the borders of Silver Dragon territory, she spotted a familiar face—

Wait, no.

Referring to it as a "face" seemed a little inaccurate.

It was better to call it a familiar "head."

Constantine’s enormous dragon head had been severed and hung by the borders of the Silver Dragon Clan, its once proud dragon horn broken clean off.

The winds carried sand, scouring the now-dimmed scales that adorned it.

Isa could hardly believe her eyes.

Crimson Flame Dragon King Constantine—hailed as a hero by the Dragon Clan a thousand years ago—had had his head chopped off just like that?

Isa was well aware of Roswitha's power, strong though it may be; it fell short of someone like Constantine, an ancient Dragon King. With the advantage of favorable terrain and her home turf, Roswitha might be able to defend herself successfully.

But to claim Constantine’s head? Unless Roswitha popped ten Black Dragon Bolus miracle pills, such a feat would have been utterly impossible.

Isa questioned the border guards as to who had killed Constantine.

The guards replied proudly, “It was His Highness!”

“His Highness?... My—my brother-in-law?!”

Isa couldn’t help but try to imagine the scene where her frail brother-in-law managed to solo Constantine...

She couldn’t picture it. Not in the slightest.

No, she needed to get to the bottom of this.

Roswitha… just who had she married?

Today, Isa had to get some answers! ——

“Hey, look at this adorable little baby~ Come let your auntie give you a kiss~ muuuaa~~”

What Roswitha? What brother-in-law? The Red Dragon Queen didn’t know nor care!

All Isa knew was that her three nieces were cuteness incarnate!

Melkevi’s female dragons? Their specialty is switching faces in a heartbeat.

Leon quietly sidled up next to Roswitha, lowering his voice. “Your sister barged in all fired up earlier, and I thought she’d discovered our secret.”

Isa was clever; she must have noticed Constantine’s corpse and severed head on her way here.

A few inquiries would surely lead her to uncover Leon’s connection to Constantine’s death.

The problem was, Roswitha’s elaborate "backstory" for Leon claimed that he was from a dissolved, minor Dragon Clan.

What sort of prowess could he have to kill someone like Constantine?

That would undoubtedly raise Isa’s suspicions, which was why the couple worried she might have uncovered Leon’s true identity as a human Dragon Slayer.

Roswitha eyed her sister closely, then whispered to Leon, “She likely did plan to ask how you managed to kill Constantine before she walked in. But clearly, our little daughter is far more captivating than Constantine.”

Leon nodded his agreement.

“My, my, little niece, why is your tail the same color as your aunt’s~?”

Ultimately, Isa couldn’t resist noticing the baby’s tail color.

She held up her own tail, pinching the tip, and then compared it to the baby’s. With an air of pride, she turned to the unfortunate couple to show them the comparison.

“Look at this! The baby’s tail color is just like mine; it’s a bit paler, but when she grows up, it’ll probably look exactly like mine.”

The couple simultaneously lowered their heads and covered their faces, momentarily speechless.

Who would’ve thought…?

Who would’ve thought that after ten months of the couple debating which parent their second child resembled more, Isa would swoop in and come out on top.

This was a case of familial rivalry yielding victoriously to the aunt.

“Roswitha, brother-in-law, why are you two silent? Is it because you’re not good at talking?”

“No… Sis, as long as you're happy…” Roswitha replied.

“Oh, okay.”

Isa cradled the baby in her arms, slowly rocking her back and forth. “Little darling, would you like Auntie to take you to the Red Dragon Clan? Auntie isn’t getting married or having kids of her own, so in a hundred years, you’ll be the next Red Dragon Queen~”

“Big sister, hold on!”

Leon quickly interrupted, realizing that if he didn’t speak up now, their precious little daughter might literally be whisked away by Isa’s playful suggestion.

Isa shot him a sideways glance, pouting, “Oh, come on. I was just joking; look how nervous you got.”

After setting the baby back beside Roswitha, Isa let out a long breath, finally feeling a sense of relief.

Straightening her posture, she crossed her arms and studied her younger sister and brother-in-law carefully.

Roswitha lay under the covers, and Leon sat on the edge of the bed. There was an inexplicable harmony between the couple.

Isa’s gaze flickered back and forth between Roswitha and Leon, ultimately settling on Leon’s face.

Leon darted his eyes left and right, finally scratching his temple. “What is it, Sis?”

“Never thought you were such a hidden expert, brother-in-law.”

Having exchanged cuddles with her treasured nieces, it was now time to address the serious matters.

“Uh… Sis, are you referring to—?” Leon felt uneasy, opting to feign ignorance.

“Come now, brother-in-law. Someone capable of killing Constantine doesn’t need to play coy.”

Isa then turned her eyes toward her sister. “Roswitha, didn’t you once tell me that Leon came from a disbanded, minor Dragon Clan, that he was sickly and entered a coma less than a month after your wedding?”

Roswitha avoided her sister’s gaze, her smile tinged with embarrassment. “Y-yes, that’s right. Leon’s health… has always been poor, hasn’t it? Hmm? Right? Isn’t that right? Speak up.”

Beneath the blankets, she jabbed Leon lightly with her elbow.

Leon nodded repeatedly, “Yes, Sis, my health hasn’t been great lately; I’ve been relying on medicine.”

“Medicine? What kind?”

“Well… I’ve been taking… um… er…” Leon’s mind raced, searching for names of Dragon Clan remedies.

Under Isa’s intense gaze, however, his instincts took over, and he blurted out:

“Dragon Kidney Fortress Pills!”

Isa sharply inhaled, then shook her head slightly. “An ordinary male dragon from a minor Dragon Clan, even if he swallowed every Dragon Kidney Pill in the world, couldn’t possibly kill a Dragon King of Constantine’s level. Besides, Roswitha was pregnant, unable to assist; so why were you taking kidney pills?”

Step by step, her logic narrowed in, irrefutable and precise.

Roswitha tightened her grip on the blankets, pulling them over her face entirely.

When facing her sister’s interrogation, escape might be cowardly, but it was undeniably effective!

Leon, it’s all on you now, darling husband!

Isa directed her unyielding stare toward Leon, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. She murmured, “Come now, brother-in-law. Who… exactly… are you?”

Noa & Muen, now off to the side: Magnificent, simply magnificent. Isa Auntie remains unmatched!