'Could it have been added in afterward?'
'Did that mother dragon decide it herself?'
'No idea.'
'But in any case, if the youngest daughter can take interest in human culture, that's a good thing.'
'How do we put this?'
'Prenatal education plan—complete success!'
'All that effort back then, with this old father reciting poems and singing songs to your mom's pregnant belly like a madman, really paid off, huh?'
Leon held back a smile and pulled his thoughts back, "Alright, then take your time reading. If there's anything you don't understand, just ask Daddy."
"Okay~"
Little Light opened that History of Human Art book and began reading carefully.
Leon, with nothing better to do, grabbed the Brief History of the Dragon Race from the table and flipped through it casually.
In the table of contents, the author categorized the dragon races in detail, dedicating individual chapters to the development of each clan.
Leon skimmed through a couple and found that this author had some skill.
Although the history was presented in a "fragmented" manner, each "fragment" had key points that linked to other "fragments."
The order in which the different dragon clans appeared in the book was also well-considered, emphasizing seamless transitions and coherent storytelling.
So even though the narration was fragmented, it was very fluid to read and didn't feel disjointed at all.
Leon found the Silver Dragon Clan in the table of contents.
Their appearance came a bit later, around the mid-to-late part of the book.
So that means the race of Rossweise was one that emerged in recent millennia?
[Thanks to their naturally advantageous geography, the Silver Dragon Clan secured a place for themselves among the dragon races the moment they appeared.]
['Easy to defend, hard to attack' is the defining trait of Silver Dragon territory. Because of this, the kings of the Silver Dragons have historically been more conflict-averse than those of other clans, never initiating wars with any race.]
The saying "each region fosters its own people" rings true.
Living in a naturally gifted and resource-rich location, the Silver Dragons really had no need to go around like Constantine, conquering lands to expand territory.
Leon kept reading and quickly reached the part where the female lead appears, [The Fourth Silver Dragon King, Rossweise Melkvei, ascended the throne in Genesis Year 1680. During her forty-year reign (this book was written in Genesis Year 1720), the Silver Dragon Clan saw the flourishing of trade and economy, which revitalized their society.]
[Before her coronation, Melkvei underwent nearly a century of study and refinement. She flawlessly passed the academic trial of the Third Silver Dragon King and defeated the Third King's hand-picked successor in a direct confrontation, gaining the full support of all Silver Dragons.]
[The current Principal of Saint Heath Academy and the absolutely authoritative and impartial Five-Star Elder, Angelina Ouellette, once gave this evaluation of her student: "Among all the children who loved to study, Melkvei stood out the most to me."]
["She is focused and agile, always the brightest presence in any crowd. Even the stars pale in comparison to her. Her dedication to academics and strength made her the most outstanding Silver Dragon King in a thousand years."]
["Rossweise Melkvei, the pride of our Saint Heath Academy, and the pride of the dragon race!"]
Leon's eye twitched.
'Wow... that's some serious flattery...'
Vice Principal Wilson, that old bastard dragon, was a CP fan of him and Rossweise; Now here comes the principal herself, and she's a hardcore solo stan for Rossweise?
'So this Saint Heath Academy of yours isn't even a proper school, huh?'
'You guys are basically just a giant fan club!'
'And your most outstanding student, Melkvei, is already your pride and joy, but when her daughter enrolled, she still had to go through some ridiculous admission test?'
'Couldn't you at least give her a little backdoor privilege?'
The last academy tied to dragons was Kassel. The son of their honorary alumni not only skipped the queue, he was ranked S-Class straight out the gate...
Grumbling internally, Leon looked up at Little Light across from him.
His good daughter was seriously reading, gently biting her lower lip, brows furrowed, completely immersed in thought.
Leon didn't disturb her and looked back down to continue reading Rossweise's simps showering her with praise.
Even if it was cringe, Leon now kind of enjoyed that flavor of cringe.
'Praise her, love it, more praise!'
'Because that's my wife.'
———
"Daddy, Daddy, wake up~ It's lunchtime~"
Leon was groggily awakened by Little Light.
The moment he opened his eyes, a splitting headache hit him.
He forced himself to sit up despite the discomfort, squeezing out an apologetic smile, "Sorry, Little Light. Daddy accidentally fell asleep."
"It's okay, Daddy. Let's go eat!"
"Mhm."
Leon stood up. The midday sunlight poured in through the library's floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing him in a warm glow.
But he felt no warmth at all.
In fact, the moment he got up—
"Achoo!"
That was the fourth sneeze today.
If his Mistress were here, she'd probably have already dragged Leon to the clinic for a shot.
Little Light held Leon's hand and looked up at him, asking worriedly, "Daddy, are you okay? Do you have a cold?"
Leon shook his head. A smile still hung on his face, but it was visibly strained.
His throat hurt faintly, his nasal passages were blocked, and his lips were dry.
Add the persistent headache that hadn't eased at all, 'Yeah, it's probably a real cold.'
"Daddy's fine. Let's just eat first."
"Really okay?", Little Light still didn't sound convinced.
"Yeah, really," Leon wanted to squat down and pick her up, then say, "Look, Daddy can still lift you. I'm totally fine."
But thinking about it. If he really was sick, being that close might pass it on to his daughter.
So he gave up on the idea.
Holding Little Light's hand, he left the library and headed for the dining room.
Rossweise and Noah, Luna were already eating.
"Good afternoon, Mommy! Good afternoon, Big Sis, Second Sis~"
Little Light warmly greeted everyone, then ran to Luna's side. With her second sister's help, she successfully climbed into her child's dining chair.
Though the dining room lacked a kid-friendly cushion, it had a reliable second sister.
Leon pulled out a chair and sat down at the table.
The maids had already prepared his lunch on the plate.
He picked up his knife and fork, took one bite, and then just started poking at the food repeatedly.
Rossweise glanced sideways at him, 'The damn man's face looks gloomy, but it doesn't seem like he is in a bad mood.'
'More like... just doesn't have an appetite?'
"Not to your taste?", Rossweise asked while slowly cutting her steak.
"No... not really hungry."
She paused her motion.
'That voice doesn't sound quite right.'
'Why does it sound... hoarse?'
"You're sick?", She finally put down her fork and looked at Leon seriously.
Leon propped his cheek on one hand, eyelids drooping, and his voice sounded weak, "Nope, I'm fine. Not sick."
Across the table, Little Light blinked and immediately said, "Daddy just sneezed earlier!"
Rossweise frowned slightly, "Isn't that a sign you're sick?"
Leon scratched the tip of his nose, still acting tough, "It's just a sneeze, no need to make a big deal. I—"
Before he could finish, something cold touched his forehead.
It was the back of Rossweise's hand, gently pressed there.
Realizing she was checking his temperature, Leon immediately grabbed her wrist, "What are you doing..."
"You've got a fever and still say you're not sick?"
"T-That's because your hand is cold, so anything you touch feels hot."
Rossweise's smile didn't reach her eyes, "I thought you only acted tough when talking about feelings with me. Turns out you're the same even when sick."
Under the table, Leon lightly kicked her shoe and muttered, "The kids are here. Don't talk nonsense."
"Oh, thanks for the reminder. The kids are here."
Rossweise turned her gaze to the three little ones across from her, sitting upright and serious, and asked, "Sweeties, tell me. Does being sick feel bad?"
Noah & Luna & Little Light: "Yes~"
"So, what should we do immediately after getting sick?"
Noah & Luna & Little Light: "Take medicine~"
Clap—
The queen clapped her hands together, eyes narrowed in a satisfied smile, "Such smart little babies."
Then, instant mood shift. Smile gone, face serious, she looked at Leon, "See? Even the kids know what to do. And you're here trying to play hero?"
Leon snorted and muttered, "You sounded just like a rookie kindergarten teacher just now..."
Rossweise ignored him, "After lunch, go take medicine. It's in my bedside drawer."
"I'm not taking it."
Rossweise raised a brow, "How old are you? Still need to be coaxed into taking meds?"
"...", Leon looked like he wanted to speak, but held back.
No.
It wasn't hesitation.
It looked more like... a shameful secret.
The queen caught on immediately and guessed the real reason for his stubbornness.
"Wait, are you... scared of taking medicine?"
Hearing that, Noah jerked her head up. Food still in her mouth, she stared at her old man in shock.
Alright. Next essay topic: "This Dad Can One-Shot Constantine But Is Scared of Cold Medicine"
Faced with Rossweise's suspicion, Leon didn't answer, his expression just grew uglier.
Which... was basically admitting it.
[T/N: Bruhhhhhhhhhhhh]
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