Upon hearing his words, Rosvisser's eyes flickered slightly. She slowly lowered her crossed legs, and her previously relaxed posture on the sofa became more serious.

Sharp as ever, she caught the meaning behind Leon’s words.

"Are you saying there’s a spy from Constantine’s side planted within the Silver Dragon Clan?"

"Yeah, when Constantine attacked, I had a vague suspicion about it," Leon replied. "But I never had the time to think it through carefully, so I wanted to ask your thoughts on it."

In truth, Leon wasn’t overly concerned about the Silver Dragon Clan being infiltrated by outsiders. His primary concern was his daughters—though, fine, he could throw in Rosvisser too... just barely.

But only just. After all, if something happened to her, their daughters would be upset as well.

Yes, this was purely a matter of extending his love for his daughters to her as well.

Back to the point.

If this theory about a spy within the Silver Dragon Clan was correct, then this spy posed a direct threat to Leon’s wife and children.

Even if he had no intention of helping the Silver Dragon Clan, he still had every reason to help Rosvisser root out this spy.

Just like when the Red Flame Dragon Clan suddenly attacked. Leon didn’t act immediately.

At first, the situation seemed manageable. Anna and her Silver Dragon soldiers were holding off the attackers using the terrain to their advantage, and Rosvisser and the girls were safe.

It wasn’t until Constantine himself appeared on the battlefield, breaking through Anna’s defenses with overwhelming power, and directly endangering Rosvisser and the children, that Leon suited up in his black and gold armor and joined the fight.

Being betrayed by the Empire didn’t mean Leon could just let go of his grudge against the dragons.

Dragons like Rosvisser, who were more laid-back and focused on internal affairs, were a rarity in the dragon clans. Most dragons were fierce and battle-hungry by nature.

Rosvisser pondered for a moment before replying, "From the time of Constantine’s attack until now, it hasn’t been very long. A lot of... unexpected events happened in between, so I haven’t had time to fully consider this matter."

The so-called "unexpected events" she referred to were likely the days when Leon had returned to the Empire.

For Rosvisser, those days had indeed been unsettling, enough to make her unable to focus on anything else.

But as long as she didn’t say this out loud, no matter how smart Leon was, there was no way he could guess her thoughts.

She wasn’t about to let Leon think she had been restless and worried because of him. No way.

She’d already given him enough face by waiting five days to bring him home.

If she gave him any more, he’d be strutting around with his tail in the air.

Sure enough, Leon focused on the last part of Rosvisser’s sentence.

"So... you also realized there might be a spy in the clan?"

Rosvisser nodded. "Of course. I originally planned to deal with it after you came back and we had a few days to rest. But then you suggested going to the beach, so I thought I’d handle it once we got back."

Leon blinked and smiled. "And you weren’t worried that in the days we were gone, the spy might stir up trouble or make an escape?"

"Before we left, I had already instructed Anna to keep a close eye on the people in the sanctuary, especially the maids."

Rosvisser explained, "After all, the only ones who knew my exact delivery date were the maids, so there’s a high chance the spy is among them."

She paused, then smiled and asked in return, "Since you were also aware of the possibility of a spy, why did you still decide to take Noa and the others to the beach?"

Leon shrugged. "I took the girls out. Even if the spy wanted to do something, they couldn’t harm them. And if the spy wanted to run, let them. Constantine is dead—where could they possibly escape to?"

A typical doting father. His daughters were clearly his top priority.

But Leon’s analysis was sound.

Combined with the fact that Rosvisser had instructed Anna to keep watch on the clan members before they left, the couple, though not having planned it together, had achieved a fairly effective result.

Now *that’s* professionalism.

As Leon had said, with Constantine dead, the spy was likely panicking about their future.

"They won’t be able to run," Rosvisser agreed. "First, Anna has been keeping a close eye on everyone these past few days. If anyone flees, it’s obvious they’re up to something. The spy knows this too."

"Second, like you said, with Constantine gone, the spy has nowhere to run. So... it won’t be difficult for us to catch them."

At that, the couple exchanged a glance.

Their black and silver eyes met, and the moonlight streamed in through the window.

A moment later, they both laughed and, in perfect sync, pointed their fingers at each other, their expressions saying, *Ah, there’s the sharp mind I know.*

"Mr. Casmod is a master at riding the waves in a favorable wind."

"And Miss Melqavi is no less skilled than I am."

On the surface, this couple might seem like night and day—completely incompatible in every way. But when it came to taking advantage of an easy victory, they were two of a kind.

To be sure, because of the spy, Constantine had chosen to attack when Rosvisser was at her weakest.

It had been a high-stakes gamble. Had things gone differently, it might have been Rosvisser who fell that day, not Constantine.

But now, with Constantine's head hanging at the borders of the Silver Dragon territory, the only threat left was the isolated spy.

What was there to fear?

All that remained was to play a little game of cat and mouse, a classic case of catching the prey in a trap.

And when it came to trapping prey, these two were more than adept.

After all, if it wasn’t the husband catching the wife, it was the wife catching the husband. They were quite familiar with the routine.

After the lighthearted banter, Rosvisser asked, "So do you have any ideas on how to root out the spy?"

Leon’s eyes sparkled as he thought for a moment. Rather than answering her directly, he flashed a confident smile and asked in return, "What if I told you I already know who the spy is? All that’s left is to make her admit it. Would you believe me?"

Rosvisser raised an eyebrow, suspicious. "Seriously?"

"Seriously. When have I ever lied to you?"

"Hah! When *haven’t* you lied to me?"

"Come on, Mother Dragon, you need to distinguish between a kind lie and—"

Rosvisser waved her hand, cutting him off, not in the mood to listen to his excuses. "Alright, alright, I’ll gladly live in your kind lies. Now spill it—who do you think the spy is?"