They went to check out close to noon the next day.

Unlike the "distance makes the heart grow fonder" dynamic they had upheld when checking in last night, at the time of checking out, the couple was so affectionate that they appeared utterly inseparable.

The husband wrapped an arm around his wife's slender waist, while the wife leaned on her husband with a sweet reliance.

Who would ever guess that these two had come last night insisting on opening two different rooms? Anyone who overheard them might have thought they were on the verge of divorcing!

The front desk was still manned by the same female receptionist from the previous night.

Seeing the couple’s radiant state, with her years of experience in the industry, she immediately thought: last night they must have been fiery and... captivating.

It was midday now. Either they had been so wild last night that they only just woke up, or… they had gone for another round this morning—

She shook her head, deciding not to further speculate about other people's married life.

In truth, her mind didn’t usually wander like this.

Having worked so long as a receptionist in the industry, she had encountered all kinds of couples. Nothing surprises her anymore.

But this pair? They were truly unusual.

And yet, amidst this oddity, she could unmistakably feel the deep love between them.

What’s more, their looks and demeanor suggested they were tailor-made for each other, as if heaven itself had paired them up. It was hard not to wonder what their daily life might be like.

“Your check-out is complete. We look forward to welcoming you again,” the receptionist said politely.

Roswitha nodded her head and walked out of the hotel lobby with Leon.

Once they stepped onto the bustling street, their clinginess from earlier faded, and they shifted to a simple hand-hold.

After the intensity of their private moments, they would always let down their usual tough stubbornness and indulge in genuine affection—holding hands, chatting, relaxing like a true couple.

So—

It was true what others said: regularly *turning in homework* helps strengthen the marital bond.

That statement wasn’t wrong at all.

“So, shall we head home directly? Or...”

“Let’s grab something to eat first.”

To be fair, Roswitha's legs still felt a little wobbly.

The "damned man" had been overly enthusiastic last night—or rather, he was overly enthusiastic every night—leaving her Dragon Queen physique uncharacteristically weak. She was now in urgent need of sustenance.

*Alas.* The queen sighed inwardly. She was already beginning to miss the days when she had drained the strongest Dragon Slayer dry...

Instead of the other way around, where he had now turned her into a delicate cream puff.

Shaking her head, Roswitha pushed these random thoughts aside.

The two walked several blocks and headed to a food street.

However, both of them suffered from a mild case of indecision.

Faced with rows upon rows of enticing eateries, they suddenly found themselves unable to choose.

“Ah~ Which one should we pick? They all look so good,” Roswitha murmured.

Leon, similarly, was at a loss.

Scratching the back of his head, Leon suggested, “How about Little Chicken?”

“I don’t like chicken.”

“No, no, I mean ‘Little Chicken’ as a method—”

While speaking, Leon raised a hand and began pointing at various restaurants in sequence, muttering under his breath, “Li-ttle-chic-ken-pick-who’s-next-that’s-the-one—OK, this one.”

The queen: …

Childish. Such a childish man!

But so adorable.

*giggle giggle* :)

Hmm?

What?

You’re saying this made Her Majesty’s heart skip a beat?

Nonsense. "Adorable" is practically an insult for the Dragon Clan.

“Well, fine then, let’s eat here.”

However, just as the couple had finally decided on a place and were about to step inside, someone stopped them.

Looking up, they found that the person in front of them seemed vaguely familiar.

Leon scanned the man up and down before recognition dawned.

“Aren’t you the meeting host from yesterday in Twilight Tower?”

A sharp suit, neat hairstyle, white gloves, polished black shoes—this uniform suggested the man was either a hotel concierge or a servant to some elite figure.

And indeed, the man had introduced himself during the meeting as "a servant of the Twilight Tower Master.”

“Yes, that’s me. It’s a pleasure to meet you again.”

The couple exchanged glances, then shook their heads lightly.

Neither of them understood why a subordinate of the Twilight Tower Master would come looking for them after yesterday’s meeting.

“Is there something you need?” Roswitha asked coldly.

“My master extends an invitation for you both to join him for lunch. Would you happen to have time?”

The Twilight Tower Master was inviting them to lunch?

Would that be a trap?

After all, during yesterday’s meeting, several Dragon Kings, led by Arles, had schemed to eliminate Constantine under the pretext of “maintaining stability within the Dragon Clan” and seize Constantine's Primordial Power.

According to Thunder Dragon King Odin, such duplicitous and self-serving maneuvers were not new for those Dragon Kings.

And as the organizer of the meeting, the Twilight Tower Master was very likely involved as well.

For him to now send someone looking for Leon and Roswitha, there was a high chance it was related to that issue.

Leon looked over at Roswitha.

It was obvious she had come to the same conclusion.

The couple exchanged a silent glance, effectively opening their intragroup communication.

Leon: **What should we do? Go or not?**

Roswitha: **If it really is about Constantine, then I think we should make the effort to go. The Primordial Power is no trivial matter. If it falls into the wrong hands, the consequences could be catastrophic.**

After the meeting concluded yesterday, Leon had shared his impression of Constantine with Roswitha: ruthless, talkative, vengeful, and violent.

But the man had his principles. He never hurt children or innocent bystanders.

Even Noa, in Constantine’s eyes, had nothing to do with his vendetta against Leon.

Thus, if Primordial Power remained in Constantine’s hands, he would likely target Leon and the Empire first.

But if it were stolen by someone else... who knew where it would end up?

The former scenario was something Leon could anticipate and prepare for. The latter... he had absolutely no control over.

So, if the Twilight Tower Master genuinely wanted to discuss this, Leon and Roswitha felt compelled to attend.

“Fine. Lead the way.”

“Please, follow me.”

The servant gestured, then led the couple away from the food street.

Approximately half an hour later, they arrived at a distinctive standalone pavilion.

“I apologize for only escorting you this far. My master awaits within.”

“Understood.”

The couple stepped into the pavilion.

They had anticipated elaborate, opulent decor, but to their surprise, the massive room contained only a single dining table.

Within the vast and empty space, the simplicity of the lone table placed dead center seemed... eerie.

It was as though the entire pavilion existed solely for this meal.

Sitting behind the table was a middle-aged man.

He exuded an air of elegance and composure.

Upon seeing Leon and Roswitha, he rose and said,

“I’ve been expecting you. Please, take a seat.”

Across from him, two chairs awaited, clearly prepared for them.

Leon and Roswitha walked over. After sitting, Leon asked in a low voice,

“You’re the Twilight Tower Master?”

“Yes, Mr. Casmode.”

The Twilight Tower Master confirmed his identity without offering his name.

This imbalance placed the couple in a subtly disadvantaged position.

But they had somewhat anticipated this behavior—after all, the Twilight Tower Master was widely regarded as a mysterious and elusive figure, the founder of Sky City.

“Let’s eat first, shall we?” the Master suggested with a warm, affable smile.

Yet neither of the couple glanced at the lavish dishes on the table.

“If you have something to say, Tower Master, get straight to the point,” Leon countered, unwilling to cede control of the conversation.

The Master blinked briefly in surprise before letting out a soft chuckle. He shook his head. “Straightforward as always, the Silver Dragon Prince. Very much as everyone describes you.”

“Everyone?”

Leon’s eyes narrowed as he leaned back slightly. “So you’ve had plenty of reports on me, then?”

“No need to make things sound so tense, Mr. Casmode.”

The Tower Master untied the scarf around his neck, setting it on the table. His demeanor shifted, signaling he was ready to engage seriously.

“I’ve summoned you both here to discuss yesterday’s meeting.”

As expected, the man was here for the meeting.

Knowing this, Roswitha and Leon immediately adjusted their mental preparation accordingly.

“What would you like to discuss?” Roswitha asked.

“I heard that the plan Mr. Casmode proposed for dealing with Constantine received the support of Odin and the majority of attendees. It was finalized, and is soon to be implemented. Is that correct?”

“That’s right.”

When recounting the meeting results, the Tower Master deliberately separated "Odin" from “the majority.” This wording indicated he was well aware of Odin’s unique status compared to other Dragon Kings.

Leon noticed it but didn’t say much. He simply awaited the Tower Master’s next move.

“Actually... Mr. Casmode, according to the usual conventions of our secret meetings, the final action plan and measures are always decided by the Son Hai Dragon King, Arlais.”

Arlais, that old man who insisted on claiming the Primordial Power for himself.

“What do you mean by that, Tower Master? Are you hoping to use this private negotiation to garner our support for Arlais’s plan?”

The fox’s tail was showing its sharp tip, and Leon saw no need to keep dancing around.

But the Tower Master shook his head, and his response turned out to be rather unexpected.

“I don’t care whether or not Arlais’s plan gets executed. In fact, I’ve never pursued any actions he’s taken to use the Dragon King meetings for his own gain.”

“This is because the Twilight Tower remains strictly neutral. We merely provide the Dragon Kings and Queens with a platform to communicate and deliberate.”

“As for how they ultimately act and what outcomes ensue, those are entirely the responsibilities of the Dragon Kings and Queens themselves.”

“And because of that... over the millennia, the already fragmented Dragon Clan has only become more unstable.”

“But who cares about that?”

At this point, the Tower Master gave a self-deprecating shake of his head and sneered.

“After all, everyone’s only ever lived for themselves.”

Leon’s thoughts stirred. This Tower Master... wasn’t on Arlais’ side after all?

Even though that appeared to be the case, Leon felt it prudent to probe further.

“If everyone doesn't live for themselves—heaven and earth will condemn us otherwise. Surely, Tower Master, I don’t have to elaborate on this point.”

“Of course. Self-interest is natural. But, Mr. Casmode, one can live for oneself without affecting others negatively, and certainly without making others bear the consequences, don’t you think?”

Hearing this, Leon was rather reliefed. His previously furrowed brows began to relax.

Not bad, this Tower Master. He could get along with him.

“Tower Master, given that you’ve quietly opposed Arlais’ behavior all along, why, as the founder of Sky City with its abundant resources, have you chosen to tolerate and even enable him?” Roswitha interjected.

“Silver Dragon Queen, our Dragon Clan needs a neutral faction like Sky City—a midway point where we can sit down and talk without resorting to violence. Or rather... we need order.”

The Tower Master explained, “If I were to favor any side, the scales of this order would be disrupted. When that happens, more Dragon Kings could seize the opportunity to start wars, which would ultimately lead to a far worse situation than what we’re facing now.”

He made a valid point.

If the rulers could never be satisfied, those below them would have no chance of claiming even a small part of the pie.

And as far as Sky City was concerned, neutrality was neutrality. Regardless of the circumstances, it remained an immovable balance, never tilting toward any one side.

Then again, after all this talk, the Tower Master had merely expressed his dissatisfaction and helplessness about Arlais’ actions—was he implying that he wanted Leon to secretly help him?

But this didn’t quite align with the Tower Master’s principles of strict neutrality.

“So, Tower Master, surely you didn’t bring us here today just to convey all this?”

“No, Mr. Casmode. I have a request for you.”

“What kind of request?”

“Previously, the Thunder Dragon King, Odin, seldom participated in the Dragon Kings and Queens meetings. And this was also your first time attending. Yet, even under such circumstances, you managed to momentarily suppress an internal Dragon Clan conflict at Arlais’s hand.”

The Tower Master explained, “There’s no need to elaborate on Odin. His status in the Dragon Clan is even higher than Arlais’s. Many base their votes on Odin’s stance.”

“And you, Mr. Casmode, are the complete opposite of Arlais.”

“The meetings need someone like you to counterbalance Arlais. Only then can the Dragon Clan have chances to move forward in a sustainable way.”

“So I’d like to request that you attend future meetings whenever possible.”

So this was about counterbalancing Arlais.

That didn’t really seem to violate the Tower Master’s neutrality principle.

“Why not go directly to Odin? You yourself said that many dragons look upon to him because of his seniority.”

The Tower Master shook his head. “I approached Odin last night, but he told me that he only attended this meeting to express his gratitude to you.”

“Odin’s exact words were, ‘I find that kid interesting. If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have shown up at such a boring meeting.’”

“So... Mr. Casmode, that leaves me with only you. If you don’t attend, Odin won’t either.”

Leon: “...”

So I’ve turned into the darling of you Dragon Clan?

Back in the day, slaying Odin and earning a top-tier military reward would’ve secured my livelihood for a lifetime!

Ah, but times have changed. Now, Leon had to sit beside this top-tier military prize to counterbalance a miserly glutton who only cared about filling his own pockets.

“So, Mr. Casmode, what is your answer?”

Leon stood up. “I’ll have to discuss this with my wife. You’ll have my answer at the next meeting, Tower Master.”

The Tower Master’s eyes flickered, and he nodded in agreement. “Very well, Mr. Casmode.”

“Then we’ll take our leave. Thanks for lunch.”

Even though the couple hadn’t touched a single bite of it, gratitude had to be expressed regardless.

As the silver dragon pair left the tower, the Tower Master’s amiable smile slowly faded.

In its place was an expression of indifference.

At that moment, the servant from earlier entered the room, bowing respectfully as he asked, “Master, how did it go?”

The Tower Master narrowed his eyes slightly, staring in the direction where Leon had departed.

“As Odin said, he is an interesting fellow.”

“But being interesting isn’t enough, is it?”

“The fact that he could spar against Constantine, who had obtained the Primordial Power beneath the ruins of the far north, already speaks volumes about his exceptional strength.”

The Tower Master reminisced, “Furthermore, over the past few years, the Silver Dragon Clan has been repeatedly invaded by their kin, and every time it was Leon who restored order single-handedly. This proves that Leon Casmode has at least the preliminary qualifications.”

The servant pondered briefly, then asked, “But Leon Casmode’s origins are unclear. Based on my investigation, he seemingly appeared out of nowhere in the Silver Dragon Clan and then married the Silver Dragon Queen. Do you think someone with his background... could really be the one from the prophecy?”

“Who knows?”

The Tower Master withdrew his gaze and looked down at the ground beneath his feet.

Closing his eyes, he tuned into the rhythm and pulse of Sky City.

“Balance, neutrality, order... These notions are too abstract and elusive for most of the Dragon Clan.”

“If not for the prophecy and Ultimate Fear, I wouldn’t have gone through all the trouble of maintaining Sky City and the Twilight Tower for so long.”

“Let’s hope... let’s hope that hot-blooded guy named Leon Casmode...”

“Really *is* the one from the prophecy.”