Leon and Roswitha made their way to the backyard of the temple.

Sure enough, just as they had anticipated, the signature performance of Silver Dragon Castle was underway—

"His Highness Has Resurrected Again!"

Every time Leon and Roswitha left home for more than three days, this show would unfailingly be performed the moment they returned.

This time, the leading roles were played by their eldest daughter, second daughter, and, for the first time, their youngest daughter.

The supporting cast naturally wouldn’t fall behind either; all of the dozens of maids of Silver Dragon Castle made their appearance.

And so, amid the lively atmosphere, the "ceremony" began.

The 'seasoned actress,' Muen, took the lead, sitting on the grass with a plate of grilled steak in her arms, crying loudly.

To be fair, little Moony wasn't very convincing in her crying—it's more accurate to say she was just "making thunder without rain."

"Mom, Dad! How could you leave Muen behind like this?! Waaaah~"

"Muen missed you so much~"

"When will you come and see Muen again? Waaaaah~"

"Waaaah~ this steak is delicious, waaaah~ Sister, who came up with grilled steak? Waaaah~"

Through repeated performances, Muen had mastered the skill of crying while eating.

Meanwhile, Noa stood with her arms crossed, watching Muen quietly.

Aurora stood obediently at her side.

Of course, her "obedience" was just a façade; in reality, the little pink-haired one was utterly bewildered.

Earlier in the morning, her big sister had told her that something very important was scheduled for today, and they needed to gather in the backyard.

So Aurora had come.

She thought the important event her big sister was talking about might be some sort of magic training.

But who would have guessed—it turned out to be standing here, watching her second sister sob about their parents while gnawing on a steak!

Aurora didn’t understand, but she was truly dumbfounded.

"Big Sister, I'm three years old this year, but this is my first time witnessing something like this. So, this isn't part of our Silver Dragon Clan's traditions, is it?"

Noa nodded gravely, her small face serious as she explained,

"To be honest, this is more of...a random event."

Mom and Dad randomly disappear for anywhere from three to ten days, so naturally, 'Muen's Crying for Parents Show' is also a random occurrence.

Aurora scratched her temple and glanced at her second sister.

"But Second Sister seems to be enjoying her steak so much. I want some too."

Noa didn’t answer immediately; instead, she turned to a maid standing nearby.

"According to the script, how much longer until it’s your turn to speak?"

The maid bowed respectfully, "Your Highness, in about thirty seconds."

Noa nodded and then turned back to Aurora.

"Hold on for a bit. Mom and Dad are about to come back."

Aurora froze, looking around but seeing no sign of their parents.

How could her big sister be so certain?

"But Mom and Dad didn’t say when they would come back when they left, did they? Big Sister, how do you know?" Aurora asked.

Noa took a deep breath and slowly exhaled before solemnly uttering two words:

"Experience."

"Ex...experience..."

For such an absurd situation, even a little jokester would find it hard to laugh out.

Despite having lived in this family for three years, Aurora still felt that sometimes she couldn’t follow the thought processes of her big sister, second sister, or even her parents.

Could it be that she really would have to take over her aunt’s Red Dragon Temple in the future…

That didn’t sound like such a great option. Then she’d have to change the "Red Dragon" to "Pink Dragon"—

Which didn’t sound imposing at all!

Aurora’s thoughts began to wander as she tried to distract herself from the bizarre atmosphere.

However, she wasn’t the only one feeling confused and bewildered.

"A funeral is supposed to be a solemn and somber occasion. It’s about mourning and remembering the deceased. This is a tradition followed by most races on Samael Continent, but—"

"What on earth are you doing?!"

"The maids are tittering, and even your sister is stealing tributes!"

In Noa's consciousness space, the ancestor clearly couldn't comprehend the younger generation's antics.

The dormant roast-spirit that had been extinguished for tens of thousands of years suddenly ignited again. If it weren’t for being out of touch with modern culture due to her long slumber, leaving her with a limited vocabulary, the ancestor would no doubt have been on the receiving end of endless roasting.

Noa, however, calmly corrected her,

"She’s not stealing food."

"Then what is she doing?"

"She’s eating openly and honestly."

"...Then what’s the point of this whole elaborate setup? Are you holding a memorial service for your supposedly invincible father? But he’s only been away for a few days—surely not long enough to warrant a funeral."

"No, it’s not a memorial. It’s...a summoning."

The ancestor was even more baffled, but after a moment of reflection, she realized that tens of thousands of years had passed since her era. Naturally, magic must have evolved countless times.

So...a summoning ritual that looked like a funeral wasn’t entirely out of the realm of possibility!

"A summoning ritual requiring this many people… it must be quite potent, right?" The ancestor’s face was filled with seriousness.

Noa scratched her nose. "Uh... in theory, it only takes one person."

"One person? Who?"

"Devoted princesses move the heavens! His Highness has resurrected again!"

"Okay, they’re back. I’ll chat with you next time."

With that, Noa exited her consciousness space. When she reopened her eyes, the familiar forms of her parents were already before them—

Well, to be exact, only her mom was standing. Her dad, for some reasons, was in a wheelchair.

First up was Muen—

"Daddy! What happened to your legs? You always came back fine before. Why are you in a wheelchair this time?"

Little Moony quickly ran to Leon’s side. While her earlier crying had been fake, her big, sparkly eyes now genuinely seemed to shimmer with concern.

"Is it because I ate your tributes this time, and that caused your legs to get hurt?"

Her emotions were heartfelt, but her logic was rather unconvincing.

Leon smiled helplessly, picking Muen up and placing her gently on his lap.

"No, no. This time, Daddy just tripped on a rock and fell."

"Really, Daddy?"

"Really. Would Daddy lie to you?"

"Then Muen will massage Daddy’s legs every day so you’ll get better soon~"

"Alright, thank you, Muen."

As for her dad’s claim that he tripped over a rock, fell, and broke his legs badly enough to need a wheelchair, Noa remained skeptical.

She knew better than anyone what kind of person her father was. A stone capable of both tripping him and breaking his legs would hardly be an inorganic object that naturally existed on Samael Continent.

But Noa didn’t say anything.

Next was Aurora—

"Wow... Big Sister, you are truly prophetic! You said Mom and Dad would come back soon, and here they are!"

This revelation amazed Aurora to no end.

However, amidst her shock, Aurora also quickly realized—Big Sister’s uncanny accuracy in predicting when their parents would return might have something to do with the ghost living inside her.

Hmm~~

That seemed like a theory worth investigating in detail later!

"Come here, Aurora. Let Mommy give you a hug."

Roswitha crouched down and opened her arms.

The obedient pink-haired girl scurried over and jumped into the queen’s soft embrace.

Leon glanced at the mother-daughter pair and muttered under his breath,

"Ahem—Muen hugged me first."

Roswitha rolled her eyes at him. "Childish. I’m not arguing with you."

Leon pouted—it was just as he suspected. The mother dragon wouldn’t admit defeat gracefully.

When Leon won:

"Childish. I’m not arguing with you."

When Leon lost:

"I won, I won, I won! So this is the mightiest Dragon Slayer? That’s it? That’s all?"

To put it succinctly—

Lose, and she stays silent. Win, and she gloats.

Leon decided not to stoop to her level!

Noa turned to the nearby maids.

"Thank you for your efforts. You may resume your duties."

The maids bowed and dismissed themselves.

Only then did Noa walk over to her parents. She looked at Leon’s plastered right leg and asked with concern,

"Does it still hurt, Dad?"

"It doesn’t hurt anymore. It’s fine. Just a trivial fracture—it’ll heal in a few days."

"Oh, with daddy's strength, that’s definitely true."

Though the eldest daughter had always been her father’s number one fan—hence her nickname, "Leon’s Top Fangirl"—

Right now, Leon really wanted to say,

Sweetheart, Daddy’s race isn’t like your Dragon Clan. Over here, we have something called ‘a hundred days to heal bones,’ and it has nothing to do with strength, TAT.

The family of five, finally reunited after several days apart, spent the morning chatting on the grassy backyard about recent happenings.

When Noa asked her parents what they had been up to during their absence, the couple tacitly avoided the subject.

There was no way they could outright tell their daughters that they’d gone to start a rebellion, dethrone the despicable emperor, and potentially shorten the catastrophic war between humans and dragons by several years.

So, with the couple's seamless cooperation, the topic naturally shifted to Claudia and Helena.

Leon took the moment to inform Noa of some good news.

"In a few days, Helena will be coming over to visit us."

Upon hearing this, the reactions of the three little ones varied.

Noa (●’◡’●):

My bestie is coming over!

Muen (▼ _ ▼):

A ‘rival’ is coming over.

Aurora (✧◡✧):

The fun is coming over!