After lunch, the Melkevi set out for the Young Dragons’ Amusement Park.

This was Aurora’s first time visiting the amusement park, so she was noticeably more excited than her two elder sisters.

The little pink-haired girl walked ahead of everyone, eager to explore every stall and try her hand at all the games—bean bag toss, bouncy ball throwing, or ring toss, among others.

It was such a rare opportunity for her to put down her books and have a day of carefree fun, so Leon and Roswitha naturally let her have her way.

The three youngsters enthusiastically explored various attractions in the park, while their parents followed closely behind.

As for Isa and Grandmother Veronica, they walked at the tail end of the group, just as they did in the morning.

“This would be a good time to share some interesting facts about Lightning Elves, Isa,” the grandmother said.

Isa’s arms were crossed, her movements leisurely, but her eyes were locked firmly on her brother-in-law ahead.

“Lightning Elves are a major subrace of the elves, akin to soldier ants in an ant colony. Their purpose is to protect their clan and fend off external threats.”

“As a result, they are among the top fighters in elf society, with exceptional proficiency in lightning magic.”

“However, despite their courage and ferocity in battle, their blood still carries the innate nature of elves—grace.”

“No matter the time or place, those ethereal little beings will always maintain absolute elegance.”

At this point, Isa paused and shrugged. “If our Dragon Clan had even half of their elegance, maybe we wouldn’t be named as the ‘brutish berserker’.”

Listening to Isa’s explanation and then looking ahead at her grandson-in-law, Grandmother Veronica pursed her lips. She raised a finger, pointing toward Leon with some doubt.

“If that can be considered ‘elegant,’ then perhaps our Dragon Clan could throw off the brutish label after all.”

“What behavior?” Isa followed her grandmother’s direction.

Ahead, she saw her brother-in-law at a balloon-popping stall, holding Aurora while agitato firing away.

“Boss! Another set of ten shots! Let my daughter have her fun!”

“What’s that? Leave?”

“Impossible.”

“Leaving is out of the question. Your prizes are amazing, and your balloons are easy to hit. I absolutely love this stall.”

“Another set of ten!”

“Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat! Aurora, your dad’s shooting skills—aren’t they top-notch?”

Isa: …

Grandmother: …

Lightning Elves: …

Isa silently pulled out the list she had compiled last night and crossed off Lightning Elves.

“I doubt my brother-in-law will ever learn elegance in his lifetime.”

Muttering to herself, Isa looked down at the remaining two races on the list.

The Wolfkin and… humans.

The Red Dragon Queen chewed on the end of her pen, frowning slightly. “Which should I test next?”

Before she could decide, Grandmother Veronica gently placed a hand on her list, pressing it down.

Isa glanced sideways. “Grandmother?”

The elderly lady smiled kindly. “After all, the point of this outing is to relax and enjoy time with your family. Even if there’s an investigation at hand, don’t let it consume all your thoughts.”

Red eyes flickered with understanding as Isa comprehended her grandmother’s implication.

She tucked away the list and walked forward to hook her arm through her grandmother’s. “Then let’s join them in shooting balloons, Granny.”

“Oh, my poor eyesight and shaky hands mean I can’t aim properly. I’ll just embarrass myself.”

Laughing together, the grandmother and granddaughter headed toward Leon and the others.

Meanwhile, Leon had gone through several boxes of ammunition, successfully winning another stuffed bear for each of his daughters.

He then turned to Roswitha, asking if she’d like one as well.

Roswitha declined right away.

“Why not? Didn’t you really like the one I got you last time?”

“I did. But one of something you love is enough.”

As she said this, her silver eyes remained locked on Leon’s, her exquisite face tinged with what could only be described as an ambiguous smile.

General Leon swallowed hard and leaned back slightly. “You—you’re not including me in that ‘something,’ are you?”

Roswitha tilted her head slightly, silver strands falling forward. Instead of answering directly, she asked, “What do you think? My captive.”

“What’s this? Whispering sweet nothings? Sparks flying in your eyes? Should I suggest you kiss right here on the spot?”

The sudden voice startled the pair, and they immediately looked away from each other.

Leon scratched his head, pretending nothing had happened.

Isa walked up to him with a mischievous grin. “Brother-in-law, I didn’t know your shooting skills were this amazing. Mind winning one for me too?”

“Sure, of course—no problem. Boss, ten more shots, please!”

The stall owner: “F**k you!”

While Leon focused on shooting more balloons, Isa leaned over to her sister.

“I figured your relationship would improve after your first visit to my place, but I didn’t expect it to get this much better.”

Roswitha’s cheeks turned rosy as she discreetly nudged her sister’s arm. “Sis, stop saying things like that… Leon and I, we’re just a normal married couple. Respectful and courteous to each other.”

“Respectful and courteous, huh? Since when do respectful couples have three kids?”

As she spoke, Isa bent down to pick up little Muen. “So, what do you say, little moon? Aren’t your mom and dad the most~ loving couple ever?”

Muen didn’t care about whether her aunt wanted to embarrass her parents or not. She only knew one rule—always agree with the adults to stay on the safe side.

“Yes!” Muen nodded vigorously.

“See that? Even the kids can tell. No need to argue it, Little Ros.”

Sighing helplessly, Roswitha said, “Sis, stop talking about this stuff in front of the children…”

The sisters continued chatting while Leon returned with the fourth stuffed bear of the day.

“Here’s your bear, sis.”

“Thanks, brother-in-law.”

Isa hugged the bear close to her chest and began to wonder:

Which race is known for exceptional accuracy with firearms?

Chuckling to herself, she shook her head to dispel these random thoughts.

For now, she decided to take her grandmother’s advice and fully enjoy the moment.

The family continued to relish their rare day off at the amusement park.

Later that evening, after dinner, they stopped by Selina’s Photo Studio to collect their family portrait, as well as Muen and Aurora’s school admission photos.

It was already past eight by then. Even at Roswitha’s flight speed, it would take two to three hours to get home, which would push them into the middle of the night. The kids wouldn’t be able to endure it.

So, the group decided to stay overnight in Sky City.

The hotel they chose was, of course, the most luxurious—it wasn’t like the silver-haired and red-haired sisters were strapped for cash.

After settling the kids to sleep, Isa made her way up to the rooftop terrace of the hotel.

Leon, Roswitha, and Grandmother Veronica were already there.

“Oh, it seems none of us can sleep,” Isa remarked, approaching them.

The four of them stood shoulder to shoulder by the railing, gazing out over the sprawling nightscape of Sky City.

With its dazzling lights and indulgent atmosphere, it was truly a dreamlike metropolis.

After a fulfilling day, it’s only natural for people to become reflective about their past.

Leon was no exception.

Looking out at the city lights, Leon thought of his days with the Dragon Slayer Army.

Back then, he hadn’t yet been betrayed and hunted by the Empire. He still held the highest aspirations for the cause of slaying dragons.

Many times, during moments of rest, he would climb to the highest tree branches with Rebecca, Martin, and Victor to gaze at the stars and the moon.

Rebecca would always say that after they vanquished all their enemies, she’d keep watching the moon with her comrades.

Leon would respond that it depended on the weather—on cloudy nights, there would be no moon to see.

Martin would agree.

That’s when Rebecca would pull out her handgun and aim it at the two of them, questioning why the heavens cursed her team with two unimaginative steel-hearted men.

It was not romantic at all!

Thinking back on those days of combat across the lands, they had been exhausting, but not without their joys.

Leon let out a soft sigh, lifting his gaze to the night sky.

By chance, tonight’s moon was just as luminous as it had been back then.

“When everything’s over, there’ll be more people to gaze the moon with you, crazy girl,” he thought to himself as he slowly reached for the hand of the person beside him.

Her hand was as cool as ever, but no matter—it would warm up after holding it for a while.

Roswitha, sensing the rare gesture of initiative, reciprocated immediately.

Ten fingers interlocked, inseparable.

Isa, ever attuned to the mood, instantly detected a certain romantic air around the group.

She turned her head and examined her sister. Roswitha’s expression remained composed, but her brother-in-law… why did he seem a bit sad?

Isa blinked a few times before glancing up.

The round moon hung high in the sky.

Suddenly, a realization hit her.

“Wolves always howl uncontrollably at the moon during a full moon night…”

Armed with this epiphany, Isa looked at Leon again.

It might seem strange to wish for someone to start howling in front of you.

But, dear brother-in-law, for the sake of uncovering your origins, give in to your primal instincts!

Howl with all your might!

…

…

…

“Alright, looks like he’s not a wolfkin either.”

The air grew colder as Leon removed his coat and draped it over Roswitha’s shoulders.

“Shall we head back?”

“Mm.”

She stood up, glancing at Isa and Grandmother Veronica. “Sister, Grandmother, Leon and I will head back first. You should get some rest soon as well.”

“Goodnight, Ros,” Isa waved her off.

Grandmother nodded kindly.

The couple left the rooftop terrace hand in hand.

Isa’s gaze tracked their retreating figures until they disappeared down the stairs. Only then did she look away.

“Ah.” A long sigh escaped the Red Dragon Queen’s lips.

Grandmother Veronica looked over. “What’s the matter?”

Isa pulled the list out of her pocket and crossed off “Wolfkin.”

“Garuda, Lightning Elves, and Wolfkin… all of them are out of the running, along with the Black Mamba. Now there’s only—”

"Isa." Grandmother interrupted her.

"Hmm?"

"Have you ever thought about what we should do if, in the end, it turns out that Leon isn't of the Dragon Clan?"

Isa blinked and seriously considered her grandmother's question.

After a moment, she shook her head. "I haven't decided yet."

She paused, then curled her lips into a faint smile. She let out a small scoff as she lowered her gaze to the list in her hands.

"But in fact, it's just a trivial little farce to begin with. I suppose I could think of it as my way of passing the time."

Grandmother Veronica smiled in relief. "Even if you continue looking into it, I feel like you probably won't uncover anything significant."

"Huh? Why?"

"There's only the last option left—‘Humans.’ But do you know of any significant traits or habits unique to this race?"

Isa shook her head. "No. Strangely enough, the Human race... it's almost like they're the most primitive species. Of course, when I say 'primitive,' I don't mean 'backward.' What I mean is... they possess an extraordinary level of adaptability."

"They know a little bit of every major race's magic. They're masters of none, yet they have no glaring weaknesses either."

"If I had to describe them, I'd say they don't even need to study transformation magic. After all, the ultimate form of all transformation magic on the Samael Continent is the human form."

Grandmother Veronica slightly nodded. "I've actually studied this race for many years. Besides their extraordinary adaptability, I've also discovered a very interesting aspect about them."

"What is it?"

"Humans... sometimes possess the most inexplicably unyielding willpower in this world."

Such a high evaluation couldn't help but make Isa suspicious. "These words... what do you mean by them?"

"Look, the lifespan of a human is a mere hundred years at best, yet within such a short century, they continually expand, learn, and explore."

"And then, they pass the results of their endeavors on to the next generation."

"In this manner, they slowly grow amid the cycles of birth, aging, sickness, and death. No matter how difficult the process, this legacy has never been severed."

"And this 'unbroken legacy' is just one expression of their unyielding willpower. There are other aspects as well, such as survival instincts, pioneering new territories for habitation—though in some cases, they're driven by their desires."

"But... without desire, there can be no progress, right?"

Listening to her grandmother's explanation, Isa nodded thoughtfully.

The Dragon-Human War had stretched on for nearly a century, and her understanding of this race had always been limited to seeing them as "the enemy." She had never taken the time to truly understand them in detail.

Grandmother's words indeed gave her a new perspective on the Human race.

Isa picked up the list, and a small flicker of Dragon Flame slowly ignited in her palm, which burnt the list to ashes piece by piece.

The scattered remains were carried away by the breeze, disappearing into the wind bit by bit.

"Grandma, thank you for humoring me all day, even though we ended up learning nothing about the origin of my brother-in-law."

Grandmother smiled gently. "It's nothing. But next time, if something like this comes up again, remember to call me along."

Isa grinned, sliding an arm around her grandmother's shoulders as they headed towards the stairs. "I didn't expect you to be such a gossip despite your age, Grandma. A few hundred years old, and yet still so nosy."

"You think gossip is reserved only for young people?"

"Not at all, not at all. But next time I might have something else to look into."

"Oh? What is it?"

"Whether Little Ros and my brother-in-law are planning for a fourth child... or something like that~"

The grandmother and granddaughter left the rooftop, leaving silence in their wake.

A charred fragment of the list floated gently down from the air, its edges still aglow with faint sparks.

Those sparks burned with all their might, and finally, just before they extinguished, they eradicated the two characters for "Human," leaving no trace behind.