Aurora was born later than her two sisters, but she certainly hadn’t missed out on witnessing drama-filled spectacles.

Who else’s parents would engage in live-action combat right in front of a newborn baby less than a month old?

When these two got into a fight, they truly spared no efforts.

Roswitha knew Leon's weakness was his waist, so she relentlessly jabbed at his lower back with the tip of her tail.

Leon, on the other hand, knew that a dragon queen's rear made a satisfying sound when slapped, so he aimed every attack at her roundsome dragon hips.

In the end, the Silver Dragon Queen used her racial advantage—her nimble and slender tail—to successfully subdue General Leon.

Her pair of long legs locked the poor man’s neck, while her tail coiled around his waist—a textbook scissors hold.

The posture wasn’t elegant, but it got the job done.

Leon lay pinned beneath her thighs, the fragrance of the sunscreen smeared on her skin wafting into his nostrils, mixed with a faint salty, fishy scent.

Ah, the smell of the sea.

"Do you yield?" Roswitha pinched his cheeks with both hands, forcing him to lift his head and meet her gaze.

Leon’s shoulders were burdened by her legs, his mouth smooshed into an "O" shape by her soft thigh flesh, yet his answer was anything but submissive.

"Yield? Not a chance! I, Cosmodore, have lived my entire life without uttering the word ‘yield.’ You think a measly scissors hold is enough to make me give in, you little dragon? Laughable!"

"Dragon Seal, activate!"

"Alright, alright, I yield, I yield!"

He tapped Roswitha’s thigh repeatedly, performing the action known universally in various martial arts competitions as a sign of surrender.

Roswitha snorted coldly in triumph and finally released Leon.

As Leon got to his feet and rubbed his face, which still bore the residual warmth from the dragon queen’s thighs and a faint scent of her sunscreen, he wiped at his face haphazardly, trying to rid himself of the sticky residue.

"Why wipe it off? It’s supposed to prevent sunburn," Roswitha remarked.

"Sunscreen on your legs won’t protect me from the sun!” Leon shot back. “Just like a door-jammed walnut won’t make you smarter.”

"Oh, quite the rhymes! I bet your thesis scored exceptionally high when you graduated from the Academy of Dragon Slaying," Roswitha quipped sarcastically.

Leon clapped his hands as if in celebration, then positioned himself back on his beach chair. Holding Aurora in his arms, he added smugly, "Without a doubt. And my thesis topic was extremely original."

"And what was your topic?"

"'Strategies for Handling' the Situation When a She-Dragon Insists on Becoming Your Wife.’"

Roswitha rolled her eyes, knowing full well he was spouting nonsense again. Anyone else daring to talk to the Silver Dragon Queen in this irreverent manner wouldn’t even receive a glance from her, let alone an extended conversation.

But for some inexplicable reason, she didn’t mind wasting time and energy chatting with Leon about such ridiculous things.

Why?

Well, considering the Dragon Clan’s exceedingly long lifespan, perhaps it was inevitable that some of it would have to be squandered away—might as well keep busy rather than idling around.

It definitely wasn’t because this pesky man held any special place in her heart.

"Me? Insisting on becoming your wife? What nonsense are you spouting now?"

"Ah, women are always so quick to deny," Leon sighed while teasing Aurora and shaking his head in mock regret.

Roswitha glanced at him sideways. "Hmph. Immature."

After their playful squabbling ended, the couple devoted themselves to enjoying the peaceful atmosphere at the seaside.

The mildly salty, refreshing breeze combed away their long-accumulated fatigue and stress, dispersing them into the wind;

And staring out across the boundless, infinite ocean made all their worries and frustrations seem trivial in comparison.

"Now that I think about it, the humans’ territory is quite far from the ocean, isn’t it?" Roswitha mused.

Leon nodded. "I only saw the sea once growing up, and it was during a military campaign. Didn’t have the time to stop and appreciate it properly."

In this continent filled with magic and miracles, various races coexisted and vied for limited resources. Humans and dragons were constantly at war with each other, yet many other species were also locked in similar struggles across other regions of the land.

Each race, of course, brought its own unique resources and strengths to the table.

Take humans, for instance. They enjoyed abundant terrestrial resources and vast territories perfect for agricultural and husbandry development.

This allowed them to steadily grow their population and occasionally produce rare, top-tier individuals like General Leon. No matter how much space they took up, there always seemed to be room for more—overpopulation hardly seemed to be an issue in the countryside.

That said, families exceeding two children in the Empire's central city would face fines.

Why? Official policy, of course. No further explanation necessary.

The Dragon Clan, on the other hand, didn’t have access to as much land-based wealth, and their territories were comparatively smaller; however, they excelled thanks to their diverse environments.

From the ocean’s bounty to mountainous terrain, dense forests, and even the aerial city of Sky City—the dragons thrived across sea, land, and sky. These favorable conditions also led to the development of various specialized Dragon Clan branches.

Naturally, these plentiful environments gave dragons far more options for leisure and vacations than humans and other races could dream of.

Roswitha stretched out her slender arm, pointing toward the ocean in the distance.

"Beyond this stretch of sea lies the territory of the Sea Dragon Clan."

Leon raised an eyebrow. "So, we’re throwing a party right outside someone’s front yard?"

Roswitha shook her head with a soft laugh. "Not at all. They live far, far away, and besides, Sea Dragons are different from most other Dragon Clan—they aren’t combative at all, quite the opposite. If anything, they’re... soft. Have you ever crossed paths with them before?"

"Nope," Leon replied bluntly. He paused for a moment to add, "Actually, this is the first I’m hearing of their existence. Not a single mention of them in the Academy’s textbooks."

"Really...? Perhaps that’s because the Sea Dragon Clan is extraordinarily low-profile. For thousands of years, they’ve never caused trouble."

Roswitha spoke slowly. "Especially around thirty years ago, they practically disappeared. Dragon Clan’s shared public spaces like Sky City and Saint Hiss Academy rarely saw any of them anymore."

Leon looked thoughtful. "Were they attacked by another race?"

"Unclear. Sea Dragons dwell in a very unique environment. Most dragons can’t even reach their utopia untouched by war, which makes their actual situation an enigma."

"a utopia untouched by war? Meaning...?" Leon asked.

Roswitha sat up straight on her beach chair, ready to educate her captive combatant.

"Let me guess," Leon ventured, "In your massive species directory, every dragon transforms into the same core image?"

Roswitha smirked. "Nearly is a rule.