Ultimately, Aurora conquered her mother, sister, and aunt with her irresistible charm.

Then, she conquered her father with an irresistible uppercut.

The self-proclaimed "daughter-obsessed" Mr. Kosmod finally admitted defeat, sitting on the bed with Aurora in his arms, letting her cuddle against him.

Muen sat beside them, holding a volume of *The Young Dragon’s Primer Reader: Revised Edition* and narrating stories to Aurora.

The older edition had depicted Constantine as a hero of the Dragon Clan, but since that hero had been crushed in seconds by their father, the Dragon Clan publishers had to urgently craft a revised edition of the enlightenment series.

Meanwhile, Roswitha and Isa were engrossed in a serious discussion.

"Big sis, you didn’t come all the way here just to check on Aurora, did you?"

Dragons of the Dragon King lineage seldom visited one another. No matter how much Isa adored her nieces, it was unlikely she'd make a trip just three months after her last visit.

As expected, Isa nodded. “Indeed, there’s something I wanted to tell you.”

“If it were just a message, you could’ve sent a letter via a messenger dragon. No need to make the journey personally," Roswitha remarked.

Isa shook her head and chuckled. “Oh, little Lo, this isn’t a trivial matter.”

Roswitha arched her elegant eyebrows, intrigued. “So, what exactly do you want to tell me?”

“Grandmother is coming back.”

Roswitha froze for a moment upon hearing the words “Grandmother.”

Leon, who had been coaxing Aurora nearby, inadvertently overheard their conversation —

Not that he wanted to eavesdrop, but the bedroom was only so big, and there was no way for him *not* to hear it.

Roswitha and Isa’s grandmother…

Leon recalled how, during the earliest days after his resurrection, Roswitha had casually mentioned her family in one of their chats.

Roswitha and Isa were born dragons, but they had never met their parents. They were raised by their grandmother.

Even though Leon had been living with Roswitha for nearly two years now, he'd never encountered this grandmother, who had only existed in references and anecdotes.

And after that one conversation, Roswitha had rarely brought up her family again.

So... was the legendary grandmother finally about to make an appearance?

Perhaps it was the trauma inflicted by the Empire, but Leon’s first thought was whether the grandmother’s return might also have something to do with the Empire.

Hiss—

Leon shook his head, dismissing such baseless speculations for the time being.

On Roswitha’s end, after taking a moment to compose herself, she asked, “Did Grandmother tell you this in a letter?”

“Yes. I received her letter yesterday. It wasn’t very long — first, she asked about how we sisters have been doing, and then she mentioned that she would be returning soon. She also added that she hoped neither of us had grown complacent and that we still live up to the title of Dragon King.”

Hearing this, Roswitha gave a helpless smile. “Grandmother is still as stern as ever, isn’t she?”

She couldn’t help but reminisce about their childhood. Both Roswitha and her elder sister Isa had grown up under their grandmother’s strict teachings.

Whether it was academics, magic training, or everyday life, their grandmother had always held them to incredibly high standards.

In this regard, Noa’s personality bore a certain resemblance to their grandmother.

The difference was that Noa’s strictness was self-directed, whereas their grandmother not only held herself to high standards but also extended those expectations to her two granddaughters.

That being said, her approach to education was not merely about imposing pressure or raising expectations arbitrarily. Her severity toward the two sisters was always measured and meaningful.

As a result, even after reaching adulthood, neither Isa nor Roswitha felt that their childhood had been unhappy.

For two sisters who had never met their parents, having such a dedicated and responsible grandmother was more than sufficient to fill the familial void.

Pulling herself out of her thoughts, Roswitha turned toward her sister. “Did Grandmother tell you why she’s coming back? Is it just a casual visit?”

“She didn’t say, but I don’t think it’s something so simple," Isa replied. “The last time we saw Grandmother was the day you ascended to the throne — that was fifty years ago, wasn’t it?”

“Yes... fifty years,” Roswitha murmured. “Back then, I was still filled with passion and ambition, dreaming of leading the Silver Dragon Clan to greater heights. And now—”

Isa thought her sister was about to start waxing nostalgic about the passage of time.

But perhaps due to spending too much time with her overly relaxed brother-in-law, Roswitha’s next words were:

“And now, I’m a mother to three.”

“...”

Isa let out an exasperated laugh and flicked her sister gently on the forehead. “If Grandmother finds out you’ve become so cheerful, she’ll definitely be pleased.”

Roswitha blushed. “Easygoing? What are you talking about? I’ve always been like this.”

Isa raised an eyebrow. “Oh, come on. Before you married Leon, you could count on one hand how many times you smiled in a whole year. Tell me I’m wrong.”

Leon, who had no choice but to eavesdrop nearby, immediately straightened his back upon hearing this.

Look at that! The title of “Dragon-Slaying Champion” isn’t just for show!

Roswitha shot a glare at her foolish husband’s back. Look at him puffing up like that.

She quickly tugged on Isa’s arm and lowered her voice. “Don’t praise him. It’ll go straight to his head.”

Isa chuckled and shifted the conversation back to their grandmother.

“In any case, if Grandmother only returns for major events, like your coronation, then her visit this time must have its own important reason.”

A significant purpose, huh...

Roswitha couldn’t help but glance again at Leon.

The couple’s thought processes were eerily similar in many ways.

Just a moment ago, Leon had wondered if the grandmother’s return might tie into the Empire.

And Roswitha couldn’t help but link the grandmother’s arrival with recent events involving the Empire and Constantine.

Of course, connecting those dots didn’t necessarily mean Roswitha believed her grandmother was secretly collaborating with the Empire.

It was simply a hunch—nothing more.

Watching her younger sister’s contemplative expression, Isa asked, “Little Lo, are you thinking about something?”

“Huh? Oh... I was just guessing. Do you think Grandmother’s return might have something to do with Constantine?”

Roswitha avoided mentioning the Empire explicitly and brought up Constantine instead. “After all, the Silver Dragon Clan being invaded wasn’t a minor incident. It’s enough to warrant Grandmother checking in on us.”

“Hmm... that does make sense.”

After a brief pause, Isa suddenly recalled something. “But if Grandmother really is coming back out of concern for the Silver Dragon Clan's safety, why didn’t she show up three years ago?”

Three years ago.

Roswitha understood exactly what Isa was referring to.

That was the time when the Empire’s Dragon Slayer Army had launched an assault on the Silver Dragon Clan.

And leading that army had been humanity’s hero—the strongest Dragon Slayer of all time—who now sat in her bedroom entertaining their daughter.

Roswitha sneaked a glance at Leon, then quickly steered the conversation away.

“Maybe Grandmother was tied up with other matters back then.”

“True. To this day, we’ve never figured out what Grandmother has been so busy with. Once we came of age, she said she was going off to travel the world. But what exactly she’s been doing all these years... no one knows.”

Isa sighed, then smiled. “This time when Grandmother’s back, I’ve got a ton of questions ready for her.”

Roswitha laughed. “Same here. Though... come to think of it, I don’t think Grandmother even knows I’m married.”

The Red Dragon Queen’s lips curled mischievously, and her interest in the matter was visibly piqued.

“M-meeting the in-laws!!”