"Daddy, Daddy, where have you been all this time? Muen really thought you would never come back again."

At the dinner table, the family was finally reunited after a long apartment.

Due to months of ongoing turmoil, and combined with the situation that the majority of the Silver Dragon Clan being was dismissed by Roswitha, the dinner was fairly simple, and the entire sanctuary was eerily quiet.

But the atmosphere of reunion was lively and warm.

The little dragon girls were asking questions left and right, but their biggest concern was where Daddy had gone for so long.

Roswitha sat beside Leon, not asking a single question from the beginning. She just propped her chin up with one hand and silently stared at him.

Having not seen the man’s mischievous yet handsome and masculine face for six whole months, she was determined to get her fill now.

What?

Calling me, the queen a shameless face-lover?

Amusing.

The queen myself is not a face-lover.

I'm a husband-lover.

Whatever my husband looks like, that’s what I love.

Hehe.

As for his daughters' relentless questioning, Leon just simply replied, "Daddy went far, far away."

The daughters were still young—twenty years away from becoming the cool, aloof lady, the girl-next-door, or the scientist they'd one day grow into.

So, Leon didn’t plan on sharing anything about the future right now.

Of course, this was only temporary.

When his precious daughters grew a bit older, Leon would try to explain things to them.

This was the family’s future, after all. As his daughters, they had the right to know.

"Very far... then how did Daddy come back?" Aurora asked.

You sent Daddy back.

Leon smiled, with his gaze sweeping over his beloved girls.

"The reason Daddy was able to return—it’s all thanks to you."

The three little dragon girls looked at each other, their large eyes staring into each other’s, clearly not understanding what Daddy meant by that.

Involuted King scratched her head. "I don’t really get it... but anyway, Daddy, it’s good that you’re back."

"Mhm."

Since it was Noa who brought up the topic, after a pause, Leon added, "This time, Daddy won’t leave you again. Definitely not."

Some promises are better to state explicitly.

Otherwise, if something unforeseen happened, it might be too late to do so.

This was the lesson Leon learned from his latest time slip.

Should a similar situation arise in the future, Noa would believe from the bottom of her heart that, even if a temporary separation happened, they would eventually reunite, because her father had promised her.

Because this man never breaks his words.

Noa was stunned for a moment, then lowered her gaze. Her face tinged pink. She nodded slightly, "I understand, Daddy."

"Mhm, now eat up. Muen, Aurora, so do you—enjoy yourselves."

"Okay, Daddy!"

The children continued eating.

The little ones ate quickly.

After the meal, Muen still wanted to cling to Leon and keep asking him questions.

But Noa glanced over at her mother, who was completely absorbed in looking at her husband, and then at her father, who wanted to flirt with his wife but managed to control himself in front of the kids—

She understood.

All the assists here were going to be played by Noa K. Melkevi.

"Muen, Aurora, let’s go and check on Anna and the others," Noa said. "Once we’ve handled their injuries, we’ll come back to spend time with Daddy and Mommy."

Aurora, of course, had no objections.

She could tell that Big Sis wanted to create a lovers' world for their parents.

Muen was a bit reluctant, but she always listened to her big sister.

So, the three little ones hopped off their chairs one after the other, and left the dining room.

It turned out that Noa’s approach was a correct one.

Her father didn’t even try to stop her when she proposed taking her sisters away.

At that moment, Leon recalled his younger days, when his master would never allow him to play outside after dinner.

But occasionally, his master would suggest Leon go out and play with his buddies.

The master would even give Little Leon extra pocket money and told him that he could stay out as long as he wanted.

His mistress silently approved as well.

Back then, Leon hadn’t been old enough to understand and thought his master had finally seen the light—realizing that blocking wasn’t as effective as letting a flood loose.

It was until Leon started his married life with Roswitha that he realized the “hidden intention” of parents when they allow their children to play outside.

Once the daughters had left, Leon finally got a chance to look at his wife beside him—

No.

Not his wife.

It was an obsessed fangirl.

Roswitha propped her face on one side, silver strands of hair draping her cheek. The cute and delicate dimples on her face paired beautifully with her crescent-shaped eyes. Her expression seemed brimming with affection, almost overflowing.

Leon shifted slightly to the side in his chair. "Why—why don't you enjoy your meal? Why are you just staring at me…"

"Oh, earlier you were hugging and holding me outside without blushing, and even said you missed me. Now I just stare at you for a moment, and you’re shy?" The queen teased. She smiled brightly while her eyes narrowed playfully.

"Earlier? That was… I was shocked by the excitement of meeting you again after such a long time."

Leon said, "Besides, didn’t I hug Noa and the others too? A hug doesn’t mean anything. A hug doesn’t prove anything."

"Your wise and mighty brainpower gets clouded so easily?"

"Of course, I’m easily clouded."

"Try not to let it happen too often."

"It's none of your business," Leon said, shooting her an annoyed glance.

Roswitha chuckled behind her hands. "Is it only in front of me that you'll get 'clouded'?"

Leon frowned slightly, feeling odd. "Why does that sound so strange?"

"Hmph."

The queen snorted softly, diverting her gaze from his face, lowering her head, and playing with the food on her plate with the fork.

"So, tell me—where’ve you been these six months?"

Leon dropped his playful expression, carefully choosing his words before explaining everything about the future World Line to Roswitha.

After hearing that, the queen was deeply shocked.

She could understand spatial magic.

But accidentally traversing to the future… surely had exceeded the limits of spatial magic.

"Wait, wait—there are so many things I don't understand."

Roswitha said, "Future Aurora observed reverse magic to send you back to the present, and your actions just now were the key to altering the future, right?"

Leon nodded.

"Then after the change, wouldn’t the 'reality' our daughters experienced in the future vanish?"

"No, it still exists."

Leon paused to think, then explained, "Here’s a simple analogy: In the future, Aurora becomes nearsighted and has to wear glasses. So from now on, if I meticulously watch over her study habits, ensuring she grows up healthily and stress-free, then the future Aurora won’t become nearsighted. And all realities tied to 'future Aurora’s nearsightedness' will naturally change."

Roswitha tried to understand Leon’s explanation.

"Oh… so, regardless of whether you fell into the temporal rift or reversed from the future, it wouldn’t generate another 'World Line.'"

"Mm, Aurora said that World Line—or rather, time—is a monodirectional flow. Changing one point in the past won’t create branches; that change will simply reverberate into the future."

Roswitha’s eyes flickered thoughtfully as she nodded. "So, the daughters who helped you come back from the future won’t disappear, and everything we do now will influence their future selves."

"Exactly."

Leon said, “In other words, as long as we continue maintaining this seemingly loving family, letting everything return to the good old days, the future daughters will get the same happiness."

Upon hearing this, the queen froze slightly. A trace of dissatisfaction crossed her face. She angrily muttered under her breath, "Hmph, 'seemingly'…"

"What did you say?" Leon didn’t catch it.

"Nothing."

Roswitha took a sip of water from her cup. "So I get it—you mean as long as we’re doing well now, the future daughters will benefit from it too?"

"Mm, actually, it’s an interesting point."

Leon said,

"The present us don’t need to worry excessively about the future, because as long as we genuinely take every step properly, the future will await us in its most beautiful form, don’t you think so?"

Roswitha raised her shapely brows in amusement. "Oh? Such eloquent reasoning! Seems like you’ve been improving more things than dragon-slaying skills this month—your academic skills have grown too."

Leon was slightly surprised. "Paying me sincere compliments? Seems like your mouth has gotten sweeter as well."

The queen chuckled softly, reaching out to pinch Leon’s chin lightly before leaning in close, whispering into his ear,

"If my mouth is so sweet… don’t you want to… taste it?"