The evening breeze lifted the beauty’s long hair, swaying freely amidst the firelight and night as if the Milky Way from the heavens had descended upon the mortal world.

Barefooted, she held hands with the man known as her "husband" as they strolled along the damp sand.

The sand beneath their feet was soft, cool to the touch, and occasionally, small pools of seawater seeped into the shallow imprints of their footprints.

The sound of waves came from the other side, accompanied by a soft, melodious song that lingered in the air.

The suggestion to hold hands had been Leon’s idea.

When he approached Roswitha earlier and asked if she wanted to hold hands for a walk on the beach, Roswitha had thought, *Is the dog-man finally unable to resist confessing?*

*Really, Dragon Slayer? You’re surrendering this easily?*

But reality proved that the queen had underestimated his simplicity.

Leon claimed he merely wanted to show some public affection in front of his daughters.

After all, a particular look from Noa a few days ago had left a lasting impression on Leon, compelling him to take this matter to heart.

Thus, he thought this seaside trip was the perfect opportunity to demonstrate to Noa, as well as their second and youngest daughters, just how loving their parents were.

Hearing Leon’s reasoning, Roswitha naturally didn’t object.

Hand in hand, the couple strolled by the seaside—the man handsome, the woman beautiful, and both exuding an air of elegance. Their presence drew many curious glances.

The way they stood together felt as if they were made for each other.

Everything around them seemed to pale in comparison, merely serving as a backdrop to their radiance. Even the moon and stars seemed to dim in the night sky.

To an outsider, it might appear as though a newlywed couple had come here to take honeymoon photos.

But in truth, they were merely taking a casual stroll, hand in hand.

Roswitha raised her hand to tuck her wind-blown hair, remarking, "I thought you might have had something grand planned, but it’s really just a walk, isn’t it?"

Leon squeezed her soft palm and shrugged. "What else did you think it’d be?"

"A confession," Roswitha replied. "The evening breeze, the beach, the ocean, the firelight, and the stars—it’s the perfect setting for a confession.”

“Well, go ahead then,” Leon offered.

Roswitha came to a sudden halt in her steps and shot him a side-eye. “What do you mean? You want *me* to confess to *you*?”

“Didn’t you say the setting is perfect for a confession? And you keep urging me, so why don’t *you* confess? I’m listening.”

Roswitha gave him a playful punch on the arm, laughing. “Getting *me*, the queen, to confess to *you*? Maybe in your next life.”

“Oh, I’m so moved.”

Hearing this, Roswitha blinked in confusion. “Moved? Moved by what?”

“I was only thinking about this lifetime,” Leon said with a smile. “But you’ve already planned out our next lifetime—this is even more moving than confessing to me.”

Roswitha yanked her hand away and sent him flying into the sea with a swift kick.

Fortunately, General Leon, with years of experience in warfare, reacted swiftly.

In the instant before he fell into the water, he grabbed the edge of Roswitha’s clothing.

*SPLASH—*

Roswitha’s startled gasp was drowned out by the sound of waves surging.

The two of them toppled into the shallow water beside the beach, one after the other.

When she realized what had just happened, Roswitha found herself sprawled atop Leon.

Her chin rested against his chest, and lifting her gaze, she saw the smug man lying amidst the rolling waves, grinning smugly up at her.

Biting her lip in irritation, she pinched at his waist with a vengeance.

But before he could let out a yelp, she clamped a hand over his mouth.

The string of her actions was so fluid and practiced, it made one wonder how many times they’d been rehearsed on the bed.

Only after her "revenge" was complete did Roswitha rise in satisfaction.

Crossing her arms over her chest, she glanced down at Leon and coldly huffed, “In my next life, I don’t want to meet you again.”

Leon stood up from the water and leaned toward her. “What about the life after that?”

“Not that one either.”

“Well then, I guess we’ll just have to accomplish everything meant for the next two lives in this one.”

Roswitha raised an eyebrow, carelessly asking, “Such as?”

“Like having a few more kids…”

She drew a sharp breath. “Oh, it seems someone is *really* asking for it!”

The moment these words left her lips, Roswitha laughed, raising her hand. Leon laughed too and swiftly dodged.

Before her delicate palm could come down on him, he effortlessly caught her hand once again.

Roswitha gave a perfunctory attempt to shake him off.

She couldn’t.

“Tch, childish,” she muttered, though she still gave in to this childish Dragon Slayer, letting him hold her hand as they continued their leisurely stroll along the beach.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the beach, three little dragon girls silently observed their parents, now playing and bantering like children. Their expressions varied, and so did their thoughts.

**Muen** (´っω･`c): Daddy and Mommy are so adorable~!

**Aurora** ฅ(⸝⸝•‧̫•⸝⸝)ฅ: I don’t quite get it, but since Mom already kicked Dad once, I think adding an uppercut from me would be completely justified, right?

**Noa**: *Rebirth: My Dad One-Shot Constantine, But Gets Kicked Into the Sea By My Mom.*

But Noa’s thoughts went far beyond that.

Leon’s concerns weren’t misplaced. Over the past few days, Noa really had started to feel a slight... unease about her parents’ relationship and the family as a whole.

That night, when she’d gone looking for her parents in their room, she found it empty.

And after that night, they’d both been gone for five whole days.

She had asked Anna where they went.

Anna replied that they’d gone to handle some personal matters and gently assured her not to worry.

Noa had then asked what sort of matters could be so personal that their own daughter couldn’t be told.

Anna simply said, "Grown-up matters are complicated. Sometimes, even daughters can’t be privy to them."

Normally, Noa hated to be treated like a child.

But this time, she accepted the explanation that she wasn’t mature enough to understand.

Because for the first time, she realized how little she truly knew about her parents.

For so long, she had simply been testing and enjoying their love, without ever trying to understand them deeply.

Piecing together her past observations and unanswered questions, Noa’s little mind began to entertain a rather unsettling thought:

The secret her parents were keeping from her could affect their entire family.

If this matter ever spiraled out of her parents’ control or got leaked due to some external circumstance, it might devastate their family.

Noa couldn’t help but brood over this. Even after her parents returned, that shadow over her heart didn’t completely dissipate.

She felt as though she’d returned to the mindset she’d had when her father had first awakened.

Trying to scrutinize every clue, every detail, just to assure herself that her parents loved each other, cared about the family, and would never let it fall apart.

Thankfully, Noa K. Melkevi had the best father in the world.

The mere flicker of an anxious gaze from her was enough for Leon to dedicate all his efforts to easing her mind.

Her father understood her, loved her, and acted with unparalleled efficiency.

Tonight, both Leon and Roswitha’s actions constantly reinforced the idea in her heart: *They love each other. They care about this family.*

Gradually, the worries and fears in the little dragon girl’s mind began to drift away with the cool sea breeze.

Although she still had a lingering fear of what might happen one day, the happiness she felt in the present moment was overwhelmingly fulfilling, easing her doubts for now.

“Big Sister! Big Sister! Big Sister!!”

Her thoughts were interrupted as Muen excitedly patted her arm.

“What is it?” Noa returned her gaze to her younger sister.

Jumping up while pointing toward the distant shoreline, Muen exclaimed, “Daddy and Mommy are doing something children can’t watch!”

“Huh?”

Noa followed her sister’s finger.

Sure enough.

The two were standing in the waves, seawater lapping at their ankles.

Her mother’s silver hair spilled down like a cascading waterfall, gleaming like radiant, fragile tassels in the moonlight.

Her father’s broad hand rested on her slender waist, pulling her tightly against his chest.

They gazed into each other’s eyes, noses brushing gently, lips stroking like waves against the shore.

The beauty’s hand reached up, her fingers grazing her husband’s cheek as she smiled faintly and remarked, “You do realize the daughters are watching us, don’t you?”

“I do,” he replied.

“Then you should also know that some things aren’t suitable for children to see.”

“Of course, Your Majesty. Just a hint of romance—it stops here.”

Roswitha’s cheeks flushed. She scoffed softly. “Oh sure, just a~ hint~.”

With that, she closed her eyes and kissed the man before her.

Meanwhile, elsewhere on the beach.

Noa was completely spellbound.

At this moment, she finally understood Principal Wilson’s enthusiasm as an old CP shipper. Being a fan of their romance is THIS satisfying!

Muen, however, had already covered the youngest sister’s eyes with her hands, solemnly declaring, “Children aren’t allowed to watch~!”

Aurora: Second Sister, prepare yourself for my uppercut.