“Aww— Listen to how sweetly she calls me ‘Auntie’—so dear!”

Isa smushes her face against Aurora’s cheeks, completely ignoring the hapless couple standing nearby. “Aurora, be good and call me 'Auntie' one more time~”

“Auntie— Auntie—”

Aurora's babyish voice melted the Red Dragon Queen's heart completely. Isa was no longer satisfied with just cuddling; she plants a forceful kiss on Aurora's chubby face, leaving a faint lipstick mark on the smooth, delicate baby skin.

Aurora didn’t seem to resist Isa’s affectionate gestures. With the lipstick mark on her face, she giggles and waves her tiny hand toward her aunt, as if beckoning Isa to come closer.

“Hmm? Does Aurora have a secret she wants to tell Auntie?”

Isa leaned closer, her face nearing Aurora.

Leon, observing this, immediately locked his eyes on Aurora’s pudgy fist. A dreadful memory surged in his mind, and a faint pain emanated from his chin—

Oh no!

“Sis! Watch out for the uppercut!” Leon shouted.

“Uppercut? What are you talking about?”

Too late.

Isa had already moved close to Aurora, and Aurora had extended her little hand toward her aunt.

Leon seemed to foresee what was about to happen, so he quickly covered his eyes—and conveniently covered Roswitha’s as well.

Yet in the next moment, the expected cry of pain never came.

When they peeked through their fingers, Aurora had already gently cupped her Auntie’s beautiful face and gifted her with her very first baby kiss.

A kiss infused with the faint aroma of milk, so sweet it overwhelmed Isa, stirring her auntie instincts to their peak.

Hugging Aurora tightly, Isa turned to Roswitha, looking exceptionally serious.

“I hereby solemnly declare—Aurora K. Melkevi is now officially my daughter by blood! In a hundred years, she’ll inherit the position of Red Dragon Queen!”

Witnessing this scene, Leon donned a look beyond description. Even his chin protested and groaned from the pain of injustice.

His expression seemed to showcase three colossal words:

Why her!

Why the first call of 'Auntie'?

Why only the uppercut for dad?

Why not even a kiss for dad?

Do you realize how devastating this is for a dad who's utterly obsessed with his daughter?

I’m done. Time for annihilation.

Bring me General Laie’s Black Gold Chariot; today, we shall raze this land of heartbreak!

Roswitha shot a glance at Leon. While slightly exasperated, she reassured herself that her husband wasn’t quite dead—yet.

Without further thought, she turned her attention to Aurora, stepping closer to her sister.

Aurora sensed her mom’s gaze, her bright eyes meeting Roswitha’s hazel ones.

Roswitha reached out, lightly tickling Aurora, her voice tinged with melancholy. “But why doesn’t Aurora call us instead...”

As if detecting the jealousy within her mother’s tone, Aurora proved herself to be incredibly perceptive and responded with perfect timing, “Mama~”

Roswitha froze for a moment, before breaking into a gratified smile. “You cheeky little thing, you were deliberately pretending you couldn’t speak earlier, weren’t you?”

Aurora giggled mischievously.

Amused and slightly annoyed, Roswitha poked Aurora’s tiny tummy gently.

“Oh, laughing now, aren’t you? So Mama guessed correctly, huh? You were being cheeky on purpose. Hmph, fine then. From now on, you can have your Auntie carry you; Mama won’t carry you anymore.”

“Mama~ Carry~” Aurora stretched her tiny arms toward Roswitha.

“Well, okay then, come here—Mama will hold you.”

The iconic Melkevi family 'Mother Dragon Flip-Flop Mode' had made yet another appearance!

Isa handed Aurora over to her younger sister’s arms.

Despite her age, Aurora displayed shocking intelligence, her mind working like clockwork.

Once nestled in her mother’s embrace, Aurora played with Roswitha's silver hair, nuzzling her face lovingly.

“So when did Aurora start intentionally refusing to call me or Dad?” Roswitha asked softly.

“So long~ so long~ so long ago~”

Although a dragonling over three months old had developed basic thinking and communication abilities, her perception of the outside world was still in an exploratory phase.

Thus, Aurora had no clear grasp of time and couldn’t precisely explain when she first started speaking—or when she began teasing her parents deliberately.

But since she emphasized “so long ago,” Roswitha speculated that, like her sibling Noa, Aurora had begun speaking at around two weeks old.

“And why didn’t Aurora want to call Mom and Dad?” Roswitha inquired further.

“Because... Mom and Dad, fight-fight-fight... so funny!”

Fight-fight-fight?

Roswitha pondered the phrasing briefly.

Oh~~

Aurora must have meant “argue-argue-argue.”

So… it turns out her youngest daughter was actually...

A troublemaker?

Choosing to keep quiet for a whole two months, solely to enjoy watching her parents bicker.

And then, the very moment she did speak for the first time, successfully reclaiming Mom’s heart in under five minutes flat.

Even someone as brilliant as Noa couldn’t execute that full-circle maneuver.

No doubt, the younger generation was outpacing the old—each wave sharper than the one before, Roswitha reflected with silent admiration.

“Mama, Muen wants to hold Baby Sister too~”

Muen tugged at Roswitha’s clothing gently, standing beside her.

“Alright, you have to hold her carefully, okay?”

“Mhmm!”

Muen accepted Aurora cautiously into her arms, cradling her like a treasured gem.

“Baby Sister, Baby Sister, be good. Now, what should you call Muen?”

Aurora sweetly called, “Sis~ter~”

This single sentiment made Muen light up, her cowlick and tail wagging excitedly in unison.

So this was the joy Noa had always talked about! How could one word describe such bliss?

“Sister, kiss-kiss~”

Aurora leaned in and puckered up for a kiss.

Effortlessly taking down her second sister.

Now for the final hurdle…

Roswitha, Muen, and Isa collectively turned toward the self-pitying Leon, who had been sulking for the past ten minutes.

Muen, ever the considerate daughter, approached her father with Aurora in her arms. Smiling, she asked, “Daddy, do you want to hold Baby Sister?”

Leon lowered his gaze to meet his two daughters’ faces, his own expression stiff but devoid of action—a clear sign he had no intention of holding Aurora.

Roswitha, arms crossed, observed her stubborn husband.

After living together for so long, she understood him like the back of her hand.

It was simple: their dotingly obsessed father felt unjustly treated. Jealousy had run rampant, sapping rationality out of him. He was sulking—plain and simple.

Aurora, seeing her father’s indifference, decided to take matters into her own hands. If her gentle kisses had melted her mom, sister, and auntie, surely Dad would succumb too.

“Daddy, carry me~”

Aurora stretched her arms toward Leon, her large pink eyes brimming with longing for paternal care.

But the daughter-obsessed General Leon remained motionless, merely staring at Aurora, resolute in his pout.

“Dad~dy~” Aurora sweetly chirped again, but to no avail.

Leon stood firm.

As though saying, ‘This girl thinks I don't have feelings? WRONG!’

He thought: You may easily sway your mom, your big sister, or your aunt—but your dad! Ha, keep dreaming, little troublemaker!

If I don’t teach you a life lesson today, you’ll never understand the principles maintaining your father’s dignity.

“Daddy~ Hold Aurora~” Aurora requested for the third time.

Her soft voice and tender gaze tugged at the heartstrings. Anyone else would have scooped their “baby dragon princess” into their arms by now.

But not General Leon.

When he said no, he meant no.

That’s the bottom line—and his dignity as a father.

Aurora blinked her beautiful eyes and stared at her unmoving dad thoughtfully.

She tilted her head, then turned to Muen and asked, “Sister, lift me higher~”

Muen, full of trust, nodded and hoisted Aurora to chest level with Leon.

She assumed Aurora wanted to leap straight into his arms. Whether Dad wanted to hold her or not, she’d win by proximity.

Both Muen and Leon shared this assumption.

But little did they know, Aurora had other plans.

As Muen raised her up, Aurora swung her pudgy arm—and with lightning speed—

An uppercut!

The pink-haired dragonling cheered, her lips curling devilishly,

“Aurora, smack Daddy down!”