The couple held their children close as they left the school building.

Leon let out a relieved sigh.

Roswitha glanced at him and asked, "Why do you look so relieved?"

"Is it that obvious?" Leon countered.

"It is."

Roswitha replied with a smirk, "You practically have 'Thank goodness this or that didn't happen' written all over your face."

Leon scratched the back of his head and chuckled. "Oh, it's nothing. It's just that while dropping Noa back at school, we didn’t run into that old vice-principal guy."

Hearing that, the Queen’s pupils narrowed slightly.

That was true.

Every time they visited the academy, they would inevitably bump into that old rascal Wilson.

Though merely encountering him wasn’t that big of a deal, the problem was…

That meddlesome vice-principal was basically "elderly in age but young at heart," always stationed at the front lines of gossip and ship-fueling antics.

Roswitha was convinced that had the academy allowed it, Vice Principal Wilson might have even built a statue in the courtyard to commemorate her and Leon’s unprecedent romance.

"Yeah... Not running into him is definitely a blessing," Roswitha agreed. "Otherwise, we probably wouldn’t have been able to avoid—"

"Are the Melkevi family here? Melkevi family, are you present?"

Before the couple could pop open a bottle of celebratory champagne, a voice echoed from the communication stone fixed to the academy street lamp, calling out their name.

The couple exchanged glances, a sinking feeling rising in both their hearts.

"If the Melkevi family can hear this, please proceed to the administration office. Vice Principal Wilson is awaiting you there."

Leon: ...

Roswitha: ...

"I *knew* it! Every time when we celebrate, nothing good ever happens!"

General Leon gritted his teeth in frustration.

There were almost no dragons in the world capable of making him feel this speechless—until he met Saint Hiss Academy’s Vice Principal Wilson.

For Leon, this old man played a role in his life that was the exact opposite of his beloved donkey, his childhood companion.

The donkey was his lifelong friend, while Wilson was his persistent tormentor.

Not having seen the old man for over half a year, Leon could only hope that Wilson had learned what it meant to draw a line.

"Alas, let’s just go," Roswitha said with a resigned tone.

Accepting their fate, the couple took their children to the administration building.

Approaching the vice principal’s office, Roswitha raised her hand and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

The two pushed open the door.

"Vice Principal," Roswitha greeted.

Wilson immediately looked up upon hearing her voice. The moment he saw who it was, he shot out from behind his desk with unrestrained enthusiasm.

"It’s been so long, truly so long since I last saw you two!"

The old dragon eagerly grabbed Leon’s hand. "I almost thought you weren’t on campus at all."

Leon forced a stiff smile, silently thinking, Had you been just five minutes late, my wife and I would have made a successful escape!

Wilson seemed ready to say more, but his attention was abruptly drawn to the little pink-haired girl in Leon’s arms.

Adjusting his single-lensed glasses, Wilson exclaimed in surprise, "Is this your youngest daughter?!"

"...Yes, Vice Principal," Roswitha replied.

"I didn’t expect you two to have three daughters already after just a few years of marriage."

Wilson’s face lit up as if he’d unearthed a treasure. He took another look at Aurora, then at Muen. "In the future, you simply *must* allow your younger princesses to attend the academy as well. Noa’s performance has been exceptional—clearly a rare talent. I’m sure her sisters won’t disappoint either."

Roswitha forced a polite smile. "Well... we’ll think about that, Vice Principal. They’re still too young to start school."

With that said, the Queen quickly attempted to change the subject before Wilson could latch onto her words. She turned to her other daughter and said, "Muen, say hello to Vice Principal Wilson."

"Hello, Grandpa Wilson~" Muen greeted in her soft, sweet voice.

"Hello! Hello, little princess." Wilson looked utterly delighted.

Standing to the side, Leon blinked, a mischievous idea sprouting in his head.

Serves you right, old man, for tormenting us so often. Let’s see how you handle this!

Lowering his gaze, he turned to the pink-haired bundle in his arms.

"Aurora, would you like to greet Grandpa Wilson as well?"

Aurora lifted her head, her pink irises meeting her father’s eyes. "Okay."

Leon’s lips curved into a subtle smirk as he adjusted his hold on Aurora, lifting the little one and moving closer to Wilson.

"Here you go, Vice Principal. You’re welcome to hold her for a moment."

"Really, Mr. Leon? Oh, thank you so much!"

Wilson extended his hands, inching them closer to Aurora, his expression full of anticipation.

Aurora, looking as innocent as ever, watched the old man with her large pink eyes.

Just as Wilson was about to take her into his arms—strike!

Uppercut!

Roswitha sucked in a sharp breath and instinctively covered Muen’s eyes.

The single-lens glasses flew off Wilson’s face, tracing an elegant arc in the air before landing on the floor.

"Vice Principal, are you alright?" Leon asked, feigning concern.

"I’m... I’m fine..."

"Kids don’t know any better; you know how they are. Don’t take it to heart, Vice Principal," Leon said, his tone calm but laced with amusement.

"Oh, never mind that, never mind!"

Wilson retrieved his glasses, dusted them off, and repositioned them on his face. "From the strength of that punch, the little princess seems to be a prodigy in physical combat. One day, she might become an unparalleled martial artist."

And you, old man, will make the perfect punching bag, Leon thought sarcastically.

Roswitha glanced at her husband, immediately catching on to his intention.

Yet, Aurora’s startling punch had given both of them a sweet taste of justice after enduring Wilson’s countless "social torture" incidents over the years.

After the little commotion, Wilson shifted to the main topic.

"Actually, it wasn’t me who summoned you here."

Roswitha raised an eyebrow. "Then who was it?"

"The Headmaster."

"Angelina Orlett is back?" Roswitha asked, visibly surprised.

The Orlett Headmaster had been absent from the academy for so long that Roswitha had almost started to suspect it was already Vice Principal Wilson running the place entirely.

"Yes, the Headmaster just returned yesterday," Wilson explained. "She might even attend this year’s entrance ceremony. But that’s not what this meeting is about. Please come with me, I'll take you to meet her."

"Alright."

Wilson led the way, while the couple followed closely behind.

Leon didn’t know much about Angelina Orlett.

He had heard Wilson mention her once a long time ago, and he had also come across her name in *A Brief History of the Dragon Clan.*

As for his expectations of this Headmaster, Leon didn’t have many—so long as she wasn’t as obsessed with them as the deputy, he would be content.

At the Headmaster’s office, Wilson knocked three times on the door and respectfully announced,

"Headmaster Orlett, the Melkevi couple is here."

"Alright. Come in."

Wilson opened the door and ushered the couple into the office.

"Thank you, Wilson."

Leon followed the voice to its source.

Sitting behind a large desk was a woman who appeared around the same age as Roswitha’s grandmother.

But given the Dragon Clan’s nature, physical appearance wasn’t a reliable indicator of age, so Leon couldn’t guess how many years this Headmaster had truly lived.

She sat there composedly, with a faint smile on her face, exuding an air of maturity and authority.

"It’s no trouble at all, Headmaster."

For perhaps the first time, Wilson adopted a serious demeanor. He nodded slightly in deference and said, "I’ll take my leave now and tend to other matters."

"Very well, Wilson."

With that, the Vice Principal exited the room.

Orlett turned her attention to Leon and Roswitha, motioning with a small gesture. "Please have a seat."

Roswitha nodded, following Leon to take a seat before the desk.

Orlett’s gaze landed on their two daughters, and a smile spread across her face.

"What adorable young girls. Are they both live-born dragons?"

"Yes, Headmaster," Roswitha confirmed.

"Hmm, it seems you’re not exactly a traditional Dragon Clan family."

Not even close—if only you knew, Leon thought wryly.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Roswitha went straight to the point.

"Headmaster, it’s been so many years without hearing from you. May I ask what you’ve been up to?"

"Before I answer that, I’d like to show you something," Orlett replied.

Reaching into her desk drawer, she retrieved a delicate gift box.

She pushed the box toward Roswitha and carefully opened it.

Inside was an exquisite necklace.

The pendant featured a milky-white crystal that sparkled brilliantly under the sunlight.

"This was entrusted to me by your grandmother, Veronica Melkevi, as a wedding gift she never had the chance to give you."