Leviathan's spatial teleportation magic did not belong to the same school as Ravi and the other Dragon Kings. After each use of teleportation, there was always a cooldown period before the skill could be used again.

Furthermore, due to its massive size, Leviathan's teleportation range was slightly inferior to the spatial magic used by Ravi and his companions.

Even so, it remained the fastest way for Leon and Roswitha to reach the far northern lands under the circumstances.

In the evening, Leviathan had just performed a long-distance teleportation. While waiting for the skill to recover, Leon stood on the edge of the massive creature’s back, looking down.

An endless, deep forest stretched out as far as the eye could see, and in the distance, the curve of the horizon became clearly visible.

Standing atop this enormous beast, flying over everything in the world, gave him a unique sensation.

"Spectacular, isn't it? Everyone stepping onto Leviathan for the first time reacts just like you—absolutely speechless."

A familiar voice came from behind him.

Leon turned to follow the sound.

A tall, graceful figure approached at a leisurely pace. The wind tousled her silver hair, strands dancing in the night like ethereal sprites.

"I'm not speechless from being amazed," Leon replied, turning his gaze back to the distant horizon.

"Then what is it?"

"I'm thinking," Leon said seriously.

The Queen raised an eyebrow, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. "You, thinking? What are you thinking about?"

Leon placed his hands in his pockets, glanced down slightly, then stomped twice on one of Leviathan's massive scales. He said, "For such a big dragon, cutting it up must take quite a bit of effort, right?"

"..."

Roswitha rolled her eyes, utterly speechless.

She knew it. Every time this idiot claimed to be deep in thought, he was definitely up to no good.

"How much longer until we arrive?" Leon changed the topic.

"Normally, it will take three days."

"So basically..."

Leon turned back to look at the group of adolescent dragons behind him. "We'll be spending three days and nights on Leviathan with these silly teenagers."

"You've got some nerve calling others silly."

"I'm all about passion. They’re just... silly."

"Whatever—you're all the same to me: morons."

To the 200-something-year-old Silver Dragon Queen, Leon in his twenties and the teenage dragons in their teens were indeed all alike.

Well, not entirely alike—

Leon was better looking.

Heh. :)

After exchanging a few playful jabs, Leon suddenly asked,

"When was the last time the two of us went out together? Was it the Sky City trip?"

"It was when the whole family went to the seaside," Roswitha corrected.

"You seem to keep track of every outing we’ve ever had pretty clearly," Leon teased. "Do you secretly have a diary where you record every little detail of our love story?"

Diary...

Hiss—

Not gonna lie, she actually did.

But!

How could she possibly admit that?

"Stop being disgusting, Casmode. There's no love, and certainly no story, between us," Roswitha quickly deflected, wary of this shameless man seizing the opportunity to escalate. "And we’re not here to date this time; we’re headed to the far north to see if Constantine, that lunatic, is up to something. Did you forget?"

But Leon seemed more interested in her earlier flustered and nervous reaction.

Could it be that he was right—did she really have a secret diary?

Hmm, it looked like a thorough house search would be necessary when they got back, Leon thought to himself.

Meanwhile, from an unnoticed corner, two small heads peeked out, one on top of the other.

"Why haven’t Uncle and Aunt kissed yet?"

"Doesn’t make sense! It’s nighttime, no one else is around—their rhythm should’ve had them kissing by now."

The eldest princess knew her parents were completely shameless when it came to their private life—but she didn’t realize that before things truly turned shameless, a mandatory phase of verbal denial had to take place.

The Melkevi family couldn’t lose their tradition of verbal sparring. It was as essential as Jerusalem to the Crusades.

Noa’s little brain began working overtime, she hypothesizing. "Could it be they’re worried about having a forth baby?"

Helena blinked, looking down at her best friend. "What does kissing have to do with having a forth baby?"

Noa tilted her head up, meeting her friend's gaze. "Because when grown-ups kiss, they have babies!"

The concept of "kissing equals pregnancy" was a piece of biological 'knowledge' Noa had deduced long ago during a seaside trip with her family and Muen.

At the time, in hopes of gaining a younger sibling, Noa and Muen had even devised a "Rescue at the Beach: Artificial Respiration" plan to encourage their parents to kiss.

But much time had passed, and their mother showed no signs of pregnancy.

Later, when Aurora was old enough to run, jump, and talk, the three sisters organized another "kiss operation."

Unfortunately, their efforts still failed to result in a new sibling.

From then on, Noa became preoccupied with her studies and gradually forgot about the idea of having another younger sister.

Now, with a new chance to spy on her parents’ private time together, Noa was genuinely curious about whether they were being respectfully reserved or if the concept of a forth baby simply wasn’t on their agenda.

"Who told you kissing leads to pregnancy?"

The well-learned little sea dragon Helena set about correcting Noa’s biology. "Kissing, or as they say, a kiss, is just a way for adults to express mutual affection. It doesn’t cause pregnancy."

"Is it true?"

"Of course it is true! If kisses lead to pregnancy, dragons like you, who was born from a living-birth family, would not be so rare."

Noa blinked her wide, pretty eyes, pondering her friend’s explanation.

That did seem to make some sense.

"Then how do they make a baby?" Noa asked.

The Involuted Queen also had a curious heart.

But this time, her curiosity was straying into dangerous territory.

Helena blushed. "That... I don’t think I can explain. When you’re older, you’ll probably understand."

To be fair, maybe not.

Most ten-year-old baby dragons wouldn’t actively seek to understand how adults made babies.

The reason Helena had some knowledge on the subject was because of an unusual 'pet' her aunt had brought home long ago.

To better understand the creature’s habits, Helena had crammed quite a bit of biological knowledge—including topics on reproduction.

The little sea dragon shook her head, pulling her thoughts away as she resumed observing Uncle Leon and Aunt Roswitha.

"Why are they still just chatting? I was hoping to see grown-ups kissing!"

"Claudia Auntie won’t let you watch, either?"

Helena nodded. "Uh-huh. Every time she sees a couple being affectionate, Mama covers my eyes."

"Same here, same here! Whenever my parents kiss, the maids cover our eyes, too."

Then, Noa huffed indignantly, adding, "And they all just keep watching for themselves. So unfair!"

"Which is why we’re definitely catching Uncle and Aunt’s live kiss scene this time!"

"Absolutely!"

The two young dragonesses vowed with determination.

Tonight, they wouldn’t leave without devouring this scene.'

Meanwhile, Leon and Roswitha had almost completed their verbal sparring.

They only needed one more "explosive moment" to trigger all the pent-up tension, verbal denials, and unspoken affection.

Then, they could finally proceed to the anticipated kissing scene.

"Stop messing around, Leon. I don’t even like you."

"I dislike you more than you dislike me."

"Impossible. I definitely dislike you more."

The debate about who disliked whom more was an unresolved, ongoing topic between the two.

In terms of affection—or rather, the lack of it—the couple was well aware of the truth.

But their relationship thrived on a dynamic of obstinate denial and tenderheartedness.

Getting either of them to actively admit fondness during unnecessary moments?

Impossible.

It was harder than reviving Constantine twice.

Leon glanced at the proud but beautiful woman next to him and decided not to engage further in the argument.

Instead, he leaned slightly forward, peeking down at the massive Leviathan beneath them.

After a moment, General Leon hatched a plan.

"Roswitha," he said, "I can prove you not only like me, but you care about me deeply."

The Queen immediately rolled her eyes. "It’s already boring here—don’t make it worse by telling bad jokes."

"You don’t believe me?"

"Not one bit."

"Fine. I’ll prove it to you right now."

Roswitha looked at him with amused interest. "Alright, let’s see it."

Leon, with a faint smile, turned around and spread his arms wide.

"You Silver Dragons are known for your speed. Let’s see if you can outrun gravity itself."

"What are you—" Roswitha’s voice tensed as she watched.

Leon simply smiled and, without another word, tipped backward.

And then...

He fell off Leviathan.

"Hey, idiot!"

Roswitha immediately rushed to the edge of Leviathan’s back, looking down.

Leon was still in freefall.

Roswitha gritted her teeth and clenched her fists.

"Idiot. You think I’m going to save you?"

With that, she flicked her tail and turned away, striding decisively toward her quarters.

She had already resolved not to indulge this reckless man-child.

After all, Leon had plenty of tricks up his sleeve to ensure he could get back safely—be it Void Shadow or Nine Hells Gate.

At the very least, he wouldn’t die from the fall.

He didn’t need her intervention.

If she saved him, wouldn’t that just play into his little game?

Yes, she’d made up her mind.

But!

On second thought...

The next moment, a silver blur leaped off Leviathan’s back. She moved with such extraordinary speed that it was almost impossible to track her with the naked eye.

In an instant, she reached Leon in freefall and wrapped him tightly in her arms.

Without a word, Roswitha carried him back up to Leviathan’s back.

She dropped the idiot to the ground.

Leon half-sat up, smiling. "I told you—"

Before he could finish, Roswitha lifted her skirt, stormed forward, and suddenly straddled his waist.

"You are so childish, Casmode!"

"Do you like it, then?"

"I!—"

Roswitha lowered his chest in both shame and anger.

"You bastard, you take advantage of the fact that I care about you. Go ahead, keep playing with fire."

Leon slowly stood up, leaned close to Roswitha, inhaling the soft and refreshing scent of her neck. Lifting his head, he gazed at her elegant jawline.

"Having a wife who can fly is rare. Of course, I have to put all my effort into exploring some daily romantic excitement, don’t you think?"

"A wife who can fly, correction: a *fake* wife. Thank you."

Their eyes met. With that last stubborn retort, the two leaned into each other and kissed.

Their hearts raced, though they couldn’t tell if it was the lingering thrill from their recent "cliff-jumping" escapade or the deep emotion that surged every time they kissed their beloved.

"Wow... this scene is seriously intense. I’ve never seen a couple like this before," Helena commented, utterly astonished. She paused before tilting her head in confusion and asked, "But don’t all adult dragons know how to fly? Why did Aunt Roswitha have to go down to bring Uncle back up just now?"

Noa blinked and thought for a moment before replying, "Oh, my mom mentioned it before. Dad’s dragon wings were injured a long time ago, and they take a really long time to heal. Forget flying—I’ve never even seen what his dragon wings look like."

Helena nodded in understanding. "Ah, I see. Well, in any case, we’ve gotten our share of drama for the night. I’m satisfied! Let’s go to bed now."

"Okay."

Helena turned and headed toward their little cabin.

But Noa lingered for a moment, looking back at her parents, who were still immersed in their private world.

Mom had mentioned before how Dad’s dragon wings were injured, causing him to lose the ability to fly temporarily.

But…

"Did Mom seem a little... overly tense just now?"

Under the deep, quiet night, Noa’s thoughts swirled like the flowing evening breeze, ceaseless and restless.