On the weekend, the couple hurried to Saint Hiss Academy.

Their daughters usually spent their time at home during weekends, but with less than a month to go until the academy's drama performance competition, extra hours of rehearsal had become necessary.

The rehearsal was held in one of the academy's vacant classrooms.

As for why rehearsals weren't held at any of the students' homes, the reason was simple:

Drama rehearsals didn’t count as a 'legitimate reason' for interactions between Dragon Clans.

This was especially true for members of the 'leadership class' of each clan.

If rehearsals were conducted at another clan’s home, it raised the potential for someone to use the opportunity to ignite 'political conflicts' between clans—not to mention the unimaginable consequences if any important member of a Dragon Clan met with an accident during the rehearsal.

So, holding rehearsal at the academy was undoubtedly the most prudent option.

The academy was not crowded over weekend.

Most of those coming and going were adolescent dragons, busily working on their graduation projects, maximizing every minute of their time.

Occasionally, a few young dragons passed by the couple, dressed in an array of colorful costumes.

Roswitha noticed that these outfits didn’t seem unique to any Dragon Clan. They were likely prop costumes prepared for drama rehearsals.

"When you meet Claudia later, how do you plan to approach her?" Roswitha asked.

Leon, hands tucked into his pockets, walked with a leisurely pace, eyes looking straight ahead.

"I'll just start off with some normal small talk as a parent. It’s not like I can just walk up to her and say, 'Ms. Claudia, do you know Tiger Lawrence? He's my mentor. What's your relationship with him?'"

Roswitha covered her mouth and laughed softly. "If you start off like that, it’d probably be the first and last sentence you ever exchange with her."

"True. The Sea Dragon Clan has been in self-imposed seclusion for thirty years due to certain reasons, so they must be quite wary of outsiders."

Leon paused before adding, "Which is why it's pretty miraculous that Noa's classmate, Helena, managed to convince Claudia to perform in the drama."

Roswitha shrugged. "That wasn’t a miracle."

"What was it then?"

The queen stopped, turned her silver eyes toward Leon, and said, "It was a mother’s support for her daughter."

Leon was momentarily stunned, then chuckled softly as he gazed into her silver eyes.

"Ever since Aurora was born, you’ve been exuding more and more of a motherly aura. Now even in your words, it’s as if you’re dying to tattoo 'I'm the mother of three kids' on your forehead."

Roswitha shot him a glare, turned away, and walked ahead, swaying her tail as she noted lightly, "You exaggerate."

"I don't even have to look at you, Dragon Queen. You must be holding back a giggle right now."

Roswitha’s steps faltered briefly as she quickly pressed down the corners of her mouth.

But that slight pause in her steps betrayed her.

Leon smirked smugly and said with mock regret, "Ah, I miss the icy queen who once plotted so fiercely to exact her revenge on me."

"Hmph, if you miss her so much, I can always bring her back."

"No need for that," Leon replied hastily.

Roswitha playfully shoved his arm with a laugh.

As they conversed, they soon reached the empty classroom that Noa had mentioned.

The classroom door was ajar.

Leon peered inside and saw that there were neither adults nor their dear daughters present.

Instead, there was only a blue-haired girl sweeping the classroom floor with a broom.

Leon was slightly taken aback and thought perhaps they had found the wrong classroom. He knocked on the doorframe and asked,

"Excuse me, is this the rehearsal room for Noa’s group?"

Hearing the voice, the blue-haired girl turned around.

When they saw her face, Leon and Roswitha immediately recognized her as Helena, the same classmate Noa had brought home a while back.

Blue hair might be a striking feature for humans, but among the Dragon Clans, it wasn’t rare.

In just the few years Leon had been living here, he had already come across dragons with hair in nearly every color.

Of course, his favorite color was silver.

And naturally, his preference for silver had absolutely nothing to do with Roswitha (Take a note please. This may appear as a question on the upcoming "denial proficiency test").

Wanting to avoid any awkwardness from potentially misidentifying her, Leon had knocked instead of assuming her was Helena.

"Uncle Leon, Aunt Roswitha, you’re here!"

Helena put down her broom and enthusiastically greeted them.

"Hello, Helena. Why are you the only one here? Where’s Noa and the others?" Leon asked.

"Oh, they went to prepare props and costumes. They'll be back soon."

"I see. Preparing props and costumes too? Seems like you all are very well-prepared," Roswitha said with a smile.

Helena nodded vigorously. "Yes! Noa really values competitions, so we’re putting in our best effort in every rehearsal to aim for a great result in the finals."

Hearing this, Roswitha leaned toward Leon and whispered, "You used to complain about how Noa wasn’t more like you. Well, here it is—her hunger for victory and competitive spirit are absolutely inherited from her dad."

"You're acting like you're not competitive at all."

"What do you mean I’m competitive?"

"You turn even the girls' choice of who to kiss first into a contest between us."

"…Tch."

"Uncle, Aunt, please have a seat," Helena said.

She cleared two chairs for them and poured two cups of hot water.

The couple sat down, and Helena handed them the script for the upcoming drama performance.

Leon flipped through the pages. The general plot was exactly as Noa had described: a gallant knight falling in love with a princess from an enemy kingdom, leading to a happy ending.

"Helena, Noa mentioned that you wrote the script?" Roswitha asked.

"Yes, I did," Helena replied, her tone humble yet cheerful.

"Oh, that’s impressive, Helena. Writing such a well-structured and coherent story at your age is no small feat."

Although, as Roswitha read through the script, she couldn’t help but feel like she was skimming through a memoir of her own life.

Nonetheless, it was undeniable that for a ten-year-old, Helena’s work was truly remarkable.

"It’s really nothing, Aunt Roswitha." Helena scratched her head, smiling shyly. "My mom gave me a lot of inspiration when I was writing it."

Key word detected: her mom.

The couple exchanged a glance, sensing an opportunity to learn more about the mysterious Claudia before the rehearsal began.

"Your mom… Is she good at writing these kinds of stories?" Roswitha asked gently.

"Well… not exactly."

Helena fetched herself a chair and sat beside them. She softly said that, "My mom will tidy up some ancient books or write some literature reviews in her spare time, so she is skillful at using words and developing plots. As for this script..."

Her white stockings caught the sunlight, taking on the soft appearance of melting ice cream as she swung her legs.

With a slight smile, she looked at Leon and Roswitha.

"My mom says the inspiration for this script… comes from real life."

Hearing that, both Leon and Roswitha inhaled sharply.

Could the Sea Dragon Clan also have had some kind of forbidden, extraordinary romance between a dragon and a human?

No, no way… right?

Leon, for his part, refused to believe that there could be a second "Dragon Knight" in the world as bold and daring as himself.

Roswitha didn’t believe it either.

But she did think one point warranted some consideration.

Even if the Sea Dragon Clan hadn’t experienced some kind of forbidden romance, the clan might still have ties with humans.

To be more specific… ties with Leon’s mentor, Tiger Lawrence.

Of course, this was merely Roswitha’s bold speculation. Two martial arts manuals alone weren’t enough to confirm this theory.

She decided it was wiser to continue observing and gathering information.

"Your mom seems like a truly remarkable person," Roswitha praised sincerely before asking, "Why isn’t she here today?"

"Oh, our Sea Dragon Clan lives far from here. My mom set out early in the morning, so she should be arriving in—"

Click—clack—click—clack—

The crisp sound of high heels echoed down the hallway, steady and deliberate.

The sound grew nearer.

And nearer.

Until finally, it stopped outside the classroom door.

The couple and Helena turned simultaneously to look at the entrance.

A tall, elegant woman stood there, her long blue hair cascading like a calm and tranquil ocean under the warm sunlight.

Though her apparent age suggested she was older than Roswitha by some years, her stunning features still possessed an enduring charm.

Her graceful demeanor only further enhanced the noble aura surrounding the regal woman of the Sea Dragon Clan.

The woman’s deep blue gaze swept across the classroom, briefly pausing on Roswitha and Helena.

But ultimately, her eyes rested on Leon.

Leon remained calm and composed. The strikingly beautiful woman standing before him matched the future photographs of his daughters he’d seen to perfection.

There was no doubt—she was the legendary—

“Claudia Poseidon…”