After dinner, Roswitha had her two daughters stay behind and then spoke with a sense of purpose.

"Noa, Muen, Mom has a task for you tonight."

The two little dragon girls perked up with curiosity at the mention of a task.

"Mom, what's the task?" Noa asked.

Roswitha walked to her bedroom, picked up her youngest daughter, and then carefully bent down to place her gently into Noa's arms.

Noa stiffened slightly in surprise. Though it wasn’t her first time holding her baby sister, she still felt a little nervous. "Mom, What is this doing...?"

"Your baby sister will be sleeping with you two tonight. This is a chance to strengthen the bond between the three of you."

Noa lowered her gaze to look at the peacefully sleeping baby in her arms."Oh... that's fine. Muen and I have been wanting to sleep with our little sister for a while now."

"Yay~ Sleeping with our cute, fragrant little sister tonight, how exciting~"

"Shh~~"

Noa immediately lifted her tail, using the tip to mimic a 'shush near her sister's mouth. "Don’t wake the baby."

Muen obediently pinched her elder sister's tail tip and nodded seriously.

Roswitha clapped her hands together. "Alright, now that the task is clear, I expect you two to carry it out properly."

"Yes, Mom!"

Holding her baby sister securely, Noa turned to her younger sibling, Muen. "Muen, let's retreat."

"Yes, sister!"

And so began the Dragon Girls’ Special Ops mission (Babysitting Edition). The two girls marched in synchronized steps, one after the other, leaving their mom’s bedroom.

Leon sat at the dining table, munching on a piece of bread while silently watching the scene unfold like a good play.

He realized that Roswitha had truly changed.

The once stern and serious "Mother Queen," who rarely showed much emotion, had transformed into a gentle and nurturing "Mom." She now delighted in coaxing smiles from her daughters and using creative and playful ways to involve them in household affairs.

From the perspective of her subordinates, Roswitha might still be the same workaholic queen. But in private, she was now entirely different from her former self.

This transformation had genuinely surprised Leon. In his memory, the Dragon Clan had always been a group of stubborn and uncompromising individuals.

Yet, in just one short year, Roswitha had undergone such a noticeable change.

Hah, take that, Mother Dragon. Compared to the outdated and rigid parenting philosophies of your Dragon Clan, our human approach is miles ahead.

It'll take you two decades to catch up.

What’s more, Roswitha’s subtle transformation seemed to have also influenced their daughters—especially Noa.

Although the eldest still demanded much from herself, pursuing excellence at an intense pace and embodying the "Involuted King," she was no longer the guarded and aloof child Leon had first encountered. Back then, she was too afraid to reveal her true emotions and could only cautiously probe others.

No matter how he looked at it, this family was definitely moving in a better direction.

Thinking of this, Leon let out a contented sigh. "The girls are growing up—they’re learning to share the burdens of life with Mom and Dad."

Roswitha, who had her back to him, let out a cold chuckle but said nothing.

Leon froze, thrown off by her chuckle.

Is there something wrong with what I said?

Ugh~~~

Why do I feel like something bad is about to happen?

"Leon." Roswitha’s back was still turned toward him.

Leon gulped, wriggled his butt on the stool, and stammered,"Y-Yeah?"

"Thank you for your hard work defeating Constantine the other day."

As she spoke, Roswitha slowly turned to face him.

Her lips carried a seductive smile, with a faint dimple at the corner. Her silver eyes gleamed as they locked onto Leon, and she began to take long, deliberate strides toward him.

Leon’s gaze dropped to her smooth, delicate ankles beneath the hem of her dress.

Her steps were unhurried, but Leon’s heartbeat grew increasingly frantic.

The Dragon-Slayer radar inside him was buzzing wildly.

Experience accumulated from countless close calls immediately alerted Leon to what Roswitha intended.

He stood up cautiously and stepped behind his chair, using it as a barrier between them. He stared back at Roswitha, eyes wary.

"I’m warning you, Mother Dragon. The books say you’re not supposed to… y’know… for at least two months after giving birth. It’s bad for recovery!"

Roswitha raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Which book did you read that from?"

"Uh, *Postpartum Care for Mother Dragons*."

False. He had never read such a book.

The "two months minimum" guideline he mentioned? It applied to human females—not towering, resilient dragons like Roswitha.

Roswitha chuckled softly. Leon really had a knack for misapplying his cleverness when it came to dragonslaying.

If he had thought about it more thoroughly, he would have realized that if she dared approach him like this, it meant she’d already done her own postpartum research.

Dragons’ bodies were tough. For them, recovery after childbirth could take as little as two or three days, with no need for multi-month restrictions.

What two months? Never heard of it!

"Alright, Leon. Since you already know what I want, why don’t you just stop resisting and be good, hmm?"

"You… You saw what I was capable of when I fought Constantine. I’m warning you—don’t think I’ll go easy on you just because you’re the mother of my kids."

"Oh dear~ I’m so scared~ Dragon Slayer, please go easy on me~ Pretty please~" Roswitha said in a coquettish tone before her expression abruptly shifted, turning playful and mocking.

"pfft, let’s be real—if you still had the strength you used when fighting Constantine, would you be here trying to negotiate? You’d have just knocked me out to spend the night in peace already."

Oh, no!

My own little schemes were once again mercilessly exposed by Roswitha.

Wasn't it said that a woman would be somewhat muddle-headed for three years after giving birth? How come she's not muddle-headed at all? On the contrary, she's even smarter than she was before getting pregnant!

After resorting to both gentle coaxing and persistent pestering to no avail, Leon began to try to persuade the dragon with reason. "This doesn't make any sense, Roswitha. Today, firstly, I haven't provoked you, and secondly, I haven't done anything bad. On what grounds do you... do you want to target me?"

But the queen merely huffed. "Do you even know how long it's been since we last played the queen-and-prisoner roleplay? Six months and seven days! Do you know how I’ve survived these six months?!"

"You... You can live however you like. What does it have to do with me! Even I, a male, can hold back. How come you, a female, are so addicted to it?"

"This isn’t about addiction, Leon. It’s about a queen’s conquest."

"Wow, first time I’ve heard homework submission described so poetically."

"Cut the crap. Look at the way you're talking back to me now. I've only let you have your way for six months, and you already dare to speak to me like this. If I let it go on for any longer, I'm afraid you'll even try to take my throne away. So, I think it's necessary for me to discipline you in a timely manner and make you clearly understand our respective positions in this family."

Leon closed his eyes, and with a helpless sigh, he placed his hand on his forehead. "You're using me and then discarding me! It's a classic case of unloading the millstone and killing the donkey! I should have known better. I should have left Constantine alive. When he makes a comeback to get revenge on you, I'll just throw in the towel and let things go to hell!"

"Oh? If that’s the case, then I better reward my loyal protector all the more, shouldn’t I?"

"…So there’s no way out of this, is there…?"

The queen smirked. "Smart man, my dear husband."

At this point, it seemed inevitable. There was no way he could dodge tonight’s "homework."

Fine then. If I’m going down, at least I’ll go down standing.

Leon gritted his teeth, took a step forward, and pushed past the chair wedged between them. He strode toward Roswitha purposefully.

Before Roswitha could react, Leon grasped her shoulders and slammed her against the wardrobe in a textbook kabedon.

Roswitha's silver eyes widened in mild surprise as the black orbs staring down at her drew closer. Her heart skipped a beat.

Hmph, after such a long time apart, we've really grown distant. To think that I was outmaneuvered by that scoundrel of a man.

"So. Queen’s conquest, household hierarchy, and how you’ve endured these six months, huh?"

Gripping both of Roswitha’s slender wrists, Leon slowly raised her arms above her head and pinned them firmly.

The two were now face-to-face, their noses just barely brushing, their breaths mixing. Their gazes locked.

Roswitha's eyes smoldered with playful allure as her lips brushed teasingly against Leon’s corner.

"So?" she purred, her voice sultry. "What do you plan to… do to me?"