After all, Aurora, with her irresistible charm, had successfully won over her mother, sister, and aunt.

Then, using an unstoppable uppercut, she finally won over her father as well.

Mr. Leon, the proud father and certified “daughter slave,” admitted defeat and sat on the bed, holding Aurora in his arms as she snuggled close to him.

Moon sat beside them, reading *The New Edition of Baby Dragon Learning Materials* to Aurora. The old edition described Constantine as a hero of the dragon race, but since their dad had defeated this so-called hero in mere seconds, the dragon publishing house had to rush out a new edition of the learning materials.

Meanwhile, Rosvisser and Isha began discussing more serious matters.

"Sis, I doubt you came all this way just to visit Aurora," Rosvisser said.

Dragon kings didn’t travel casually, even if Isha adored her nieces. It wouldn’t make sense for her to come just three months after her last visit.

As expected, Isha nodded. “You’re right. There’s something I need to tell you.”

“If it were just to inform me, you could have sent a message through a communication dragon. You didn’t have to come all the way here,” Rosvisser pointed out.

Isha shook her head with a smile. “Little Lo, this isn’t something trivial.”

Rosvisser raised an intrigued eyebrow. “So, what is it you want to tell me?”

“Grandmother is coming back.”

Rosvisser visibly froze at the mention of their grandmother.

Leon, who had been playing with Aurora, overheard their conversation—it wasn’t intentional, but the room was small enough that he couldn’t help but listen.

Rosvisser and Isha’s grandmother... 

Leon remembered the few days after he first woke up when Rosvisser had briefly mentioned her family in passing. 

Both she and Isha were live-born dragons, but they had never met their parents, having been raised by their grandmother instead.

In the nearly two years Leon had spent living with Rosvisser, he had never once met this grandmother, who existed only in conversation.

Since that chat, Rosvisser had seldom brought up her family again.

So, was this legendary grandmother about to make an appearance?

Perhaps it was the trauma of dealing with the Empire, but Leon’s first thought was whether her return had anything to do with the Empire’s schemes.

No, no, no...

He shook his head, dismissing the baseless speculation.

Meanwhile, Rosvisser, having composed herself, asked, "Did Grandmother write to tell you this?"

"Yes, I received her letter yesterday. There wasn’t much in it—just that she asked after both of us and said she’d be coming back soon. She also hoped we haven’t slacked off and are still worthy of being called Dragon Kings."

Rosvisser gave a wry smile. “Grandmother hasn’t changed a bit, still as strict as ever.”

She thought back to her childhood, when both she and Isha had been raised under their grandmother’s strict discipline.

Whether it was academics, magic training, or everyday life, their grandmother always held them to high standards.

Noa’s personality was somewhat similar to Grandmother’s.

The difference, though, was that Noa applied that pressure to herself, whereas Grandmother not only pushed herself but also her two granddaughters.

However, Grandmother’s methods weren’t blindly demanding or excessive. Her discipline was always measured, just enough to drive Rosvisser and Isha toward improvement without making them resent her.

So, when they grew up, neither of them felt they had an unhappy childhood. 

Having never known their parents, the two sisters were more than content to have had such a responsible and dedicated grandmother.

Snapping out of her thoughts, Rosvisser turned to her sister. "Did Grandmother say why she’s coming back this time? Is it just to visit us?"

"She didn’t say, but I doubt it’s just for a visit," Isha replied.

“The last time we saw Grandmother was the day you were crowned, right? That was fifty years ago.”

“Yeah... more than fifty years ago. Back then, I was full of ambition to strengthen and expand the Silver Dragon Clan, and now—”

Isha watched her sister, thinking she was about to lament the passage of time.

But perhaps due to spending too much time with her oddball husband, Rosvisser’s next words were:

“And now, I’m the mother of three kids.”

"..."

Isha couldn’t help but laugh and gently poked her sister’s forehead. “If Grandmother knew how cheerful you’ve become, she’d be so happy.”

Rosvisser blushed. “What do you mean, cheerful? I’ve always been like this.”

Isha smirked. “Oh, really? Before you married Leon, you could count on one hand how many times you laughed in a whole year. Tell me I’m wrong.”

Leon, who had been eavesdropping involuntarily, immediately straightened his back at those words.

Did you hear that? That’s the value of being a dragon-slayer champion!

Rosvisser rolled her eyes at her husband’s self-satisfied expression. Ugh, now he’s full of himself.

She quickly tugged on her sister’s arm and lowered her voice. “Don’t praise him, or his ego will swell.”

Isha chuckled but brought the conversation back to their grandmother.

“In any case, since only something as significant as your coronation could bring Grandmother back, there must be another important reason for her visit this time.”

Another important reason...

Rosvisser glanced again at Leon.

In a way, she and Leon were on the same wavelength.

Just as Leon had briefly wondered whether Grandmother’s return was connected to the Empire, Rosvisser couldn’t help but associate recent events with Constantine and the Empire’s activities.

Of course, she didn’t believe her grandmother was secretly allied with the Empire.

It was just a suspicion that something might be connected.

Seeing her sister deep in thought, Isha asked, “Little Lo, did something come to mind?”

“Huh? Oh... I was just guessing. Do you think Grandmother’s visit might have something to do with Constantine?”

Rosvisser deliberately avoided mentioning the Empire, focusing instead on Constantine. “After all, the Silver Dragon Clan was invaded—it’s no small matter, definitely enough to warrant Grandmother coming back for a look.”

“Mmm... that’s possible.”

Isha paused for a moment, then suddenly remembered something. “But if Grandmother was truly concerned about the Silver Dragon Clan’s safety, why didn’t she come back three years ago?”

Three years ago.

Rosvisser knew exactly what her sister was referring to.

That was when the human Empire’s dragon-slaying army attacked the Silver Dragon Clan.

And the leader of that army, the hero of the humans, the greatest dragon-slayer of them all, was now sitting in their bedroom, doting on their daughter.

Rosvisser snuck a glance at Leon before diverting the conversation. “Maybe she was too occupied at the time.”

“Perhaps. We’ve never really known what Grandmother has been so busy with all these years. She raised us until we came of age, then said she was off traveling the world. But where she went and what she did, no one knows.”

Isha sighed. “When she comes back this time, I’ve got a lot of questions lined up for her.”

Rosvisser smiled. “Me too. But... I don’t think she knows I got married yet.”

The Red Dragon Queen’s lips curled into a mischievous smile, her curiosity piqued.

"Meeting the in-laws!!"