The donkey was also quite stubborn while proud.

After a bit of playful tugging with Leon, it obediently sidled up to him and started to interact with him.

Rebecca mounted the donkey, while Leon took the lead, guiding them by the reins. The two of them and their donkey meandered aimlessly across the grassy plain.

The wild girl waved her arms, proclaiming herself as a "brave and fierce dragon knight" on the territory of sea dragons.

Well, that was just her habit. Back when she used to visit the captain’s house, she loved engaging in this kind of roleplay.

Roswitha and Claudia stood quietly in the distance, observing the scene.

After a moment, Roswitha's lips curved upwards gently, and she said with satisfaction,

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen Leon so happy.”

“Well, his Master is out of danger, he’s reunited with his Madam and his donkey, and while the whole process wasn’t flawless, the outcome was pretty good. Of course, he’d be happy,” Claudia said.

After a brief pause, Claudia continued, “Hold on a second. Don’t tell me that after you and Leon got married, your lives have been... kind of repressed? Is that why he looks so cheerful now?”

“Of course not, senior. My life with him after marriage—cough, cough—our agreement specifically includes ‘getting along well and playing good parents.’ How could it be repressive?”

The phrase “life after marriage” was something Roswitha often joked about privately with Leon. But hearing it come from someone else just felt... off.

After giving it some thought, she stuck with using the phrase "agreement.”

This word indeed fit their situation at the time. The two had made a pact to ensure their daughters would have a complete and happy childhood.

Looking at this junior—someone hundreds of years younger than her—Claudia couldn’t help but notice how Roswitha, despite being crowned Dragon Queen at such a young age and possessing extensive knowledge of social etiquette and diplomacy, would turn into a bashful girl as soon as things came to her relationship with Leon.

She wouldn’t admit to anything, nor would she entirely deny it. If you pressed further, she’d turn red and avoid the topic altogether.

This introverted side of Roswitha mostly showed up when it came to Leon.

It was largely because, before meeting Leon, she had never experienced any kind of romantic relationship and had no idea how to handle such situations.

Even after five years of marriage, the two of them still embodied such contrasting qualities—

When in public: “I’m not that familiar with my wife.”

When in private: “Honey, let me see you in that Bunny Girl outfit.”

Claudia shifted her gaze away, leaning lazily against the fence as she stared out across the grassy field.

Casually, she said, “Actually, that ‘agreement’ you and Leon made—Charlotte told me about it ages ago. Oh, Tiger told her first.”

Hearing this, Roswitha raised an eyebrow slightly but didn’t seem particularly surprised.

She blinked and suddenly recalled something,

“So what you’re saying is... Little Helena’s script of *When Love Descends Like the Setting Sun* was actually based on real life?”

Helena had a bit of a flair for writing and could complete an entire script independently.

But the story presented in their school play—*When Love Descends Like the Setting Sun*—had a depth that clearly exceeded what someone her age could conceive.

At the time, Helena had credited her mother, Claudia, for guidance. So Roswitha and Leon hadn’t thought much of it.

However, after this brief conversation with Claudia, Roswitha pieced together the real inspiration behind it.

Claudia didn’t bother denying it and merely chuckled softly.

“Yes. When Charlotte first told me your story, I found it... incredibly hard to believe. I was baffled, thinking, ‘Goodness, how could something this fantastical actually happen in reality?’”

Roswitha could only shake her head and chuckle wryly at this matter-of-fact statement.

“But...”

“But?”

Claudia’s smile deepened.

“But when you think about it, every unforgettable love story begins with an unexpected encounter, doesn’t it?”

Roswitha’s cheeks instantly turned rosy as she averted her gaze.

“What ‘unforgettable’? Oh, senior, stop teasing me already.”

She would never, ever openly acknowledge if their love was “unforgettable.”

But the “unexpected” part? Even Roswitha, stubborn as she could be, had to admit its truth.

The Empire’s strongest Dragon Slayer had earned his title through actions, not words.

“You and Leon have been through so much together, from meeting each other to getting to know each other, and eventually falling in love—”

“Do you have to use such cheesy words, senior?”

“I’m a professional ancient text translator and archivist. Choosing my words carefully is a matter of professional integrity.”

“...Fine, please continue.”

Roswitha fully expected Claudia to retell their entire heart-rending love story, layer by layer, and she mentally braced herself for the sheer embarrassment.

After being grilled by the vice principal countless times at Saint Hiss Academy, Roswitha had built a moderate resistance to embarrassing scenarios.

But contrary to her expectations, Claudia didn’t go for the story recap.

Instead, the blue-haired beauty turned to her, lowering her tone slightly, locking her gaze onto Roswitha’s finely-chiseled side profile.

“After everything you’ve been through with Leon, have you ever thought about your ending together?”

“Our... ending?”

“Yes.”

Claudia elaborated, “Tiger and Charlotte’s ending is already destined. They’ll spend the rest of their lives accompanying each other on this vast sea.”

“But you’re different, Roswitha. You and Leon have endless possibilities ahead of you.”

“The human and dragon races face countless crises lurking in the shadows. Just because you don’t seek out trouble doesn’t mean trouble won’t find you.”

“Everything you and Leon have gone through since getting married serves as proof of what I’m saying.”

“So... have you ever thought about an ending?”

“An ending that’s worthy of all the ups and downs you’ve experienced.”

Claudia’s description of this “ending” was vivid and precise.

Roswitha fell into a brief silence after hearing her out.

She lowered her gaze and quietly pondered.

Claudia, not rushing her, waited in patience.

From the grassy field, the sound of Leon, Rebecca, and that donkey playing drifted over.

Roswitha gradually lifted her head, her gaze following the sound.

Her silver eyes rested on the silhouette of that man.

After a while, a faint smile spread across her face.

“I’ve never thought about it, senior.”

“You’ve never thought about your ending with him? Why not?”

“Because we’ll always keep moving forward, so there will never be an ending.”

Claudia looked intently at Roswitha’s profile, her pupils trembling slightly.

In those sincere and resolute silver eyes, she saw no one else—only Leon.

“Through all the ups and downs, or even smooth sailing, no matter what happens, Leon and I will never part ways. Isn’t that enough, senior?”

Her response wasn’t lengthy, nor was it flowery.

But the simplicity carried an unwavering depth of emotion.

Roswitha had never been adept at discussing her relationship with Leon in front of others, but Claudia’s question about their “ending” truly sparked her contemplation.

Rather than pursuing something as abstract as “eternity,” Roswitha preferred the fleeting beauty of a moment.

And as for the so-called “ending,” she cherished more the journey leading up to it.

So, if you were to ask her if she had ever thought about an ending with Leon, her answer would be just that.

It wasn’t exactly a solemn pledge; it felt more like an unchangeable truth.

Claudia slowly shifted her gaze, savoring Roswitha’s reply for a moment before letting out a faint laugh.

“If Leon heard you say that, he’d probably be even happier than he is now, wouldn’t he?”

Roswitha froze, flustered. “Senior, you absolutely must not tell him what I just said!”

Caught up in her answer, she hadn’t filtered her words, blurting out lines that bordered on unbearably saccharine.

There was no way Leon could ever hear about this.

Whether Leon would be happy or not, Roswitha wasn’t sure, but she was absolutely certain that he’d strike a triumphant pose—hands on hips—and tease her endlessly. “Ha! So you’ve been this head over heels for me all along, huh? Who would’ve thought?”

Claudia raised her eyebrows. “Oh? And why not? You two have been married for years now. What’s wrong with being lovey-dovey?”

“Just—just don’t tell him, alright!”

Roswitha was starting to panic.

Claudia chuckled. “Alright, alright. I promise I won’t say anything. Consider it... our little secret.”

“Hmm...”

For now, the secret about “endings” was shelved.

Claudia squinted as she looked at the donkey and suddenly commented,

“It has always been very temperamental and wary of strangers, yet you calmed it down the moment you laid a hand on it.”

As she spoke, her gaze returned to Roswitha.

“You’ve now reached such precision in mastering ‘Soul Judgement,’ haven’t you?”