When it came to "meeting the in-laws," this wasn’t exactly a simple matter for Little Lo (Rosvisser) and her husband.

The Melcvei family had a somewhat peculiar background. The two sisters, Rosvisser and Isha, had never seen their parents and were raised entirely by their grandmother.

After raising the two sisters to adulthood, their grandmother left them under the pretext of "traveling the world" and often didn’t contact them for decades, sometimes even longer.

In fact, when Rosvisser got married, their grandmother didn’t return to meet her granddaughter’s new husband.

As for her brother-in-law’s background, Isha didn’t know much. Little Lo had only told her that he came from a small, now-defunct tribe, and he had essentially married into the Silver Dragon Clan.

Isha took that explanation with a grain of salt.

After all, the Red Dragon King Constantine had been taken down by this seemingly harmless brother-in-law.

Someone capable of defeating Constantine surely couldn’t have been so destitute that his tribe dissolved, leaving him with no choice but to marry into another clan for protection, right?

Perhaps Leon had married Little Lo to escape being hunted down by his enemies?

Or maybe the two of them had made some kind of deal?

Isha had wondered about this several times, but Little Lo had always insisted that Leon was trustworthy and reliable.

As for why, Rosvisser didn’t elaborate.

And as her sister, what else could Isha do but trust her?

Pulling herself from her wandering thoughts, Isha looked at her sister.

"Anyway, I’ve passed on the message. Grandmother didn’t specify exactly when she’ll return, but I’ll need to prepare myself just in case she shows up unexpectedly," Isha said.

Rosvisser nodded. "Yes, I’ll need to get ready too."

"Alright then, nothing else to discuss," Isha said, stretching as she stood up. Then she glanced over at Leon, who was playing with Aurora. "Finally, I can have some time to cuddle with my little niece~"

Leon stood up as well and handed Aurora over to Isha.

"Leon, come help me with dinner," Rosvisser said.

"Oh, okay."

Leon bent down and patted Moon’s head. "Mom and Dad are going to make dinner now, so listen to your Aunt Isha, alright?"

Moon nodded obediently. "Mm-hmm! I’ll be good!"

Leon smiled and walked over to Rosvisser. The couple left the bedroom together, one after the other.

Once the door was closed behind them, they strolled side by side down the hallway.

Dinner was already being prepared by the maids; they had just used it as an excuse to slip away and chat privately.

They shared this unspoken understanding.

"Your grandmother really only comes back once every few decades?" Leon asked.

"Mm."

"And during all that time away, you don’t worry that your family will grow distant?"

Rosvisser shook her head. "Dragons live for a very long time, so a few decades isn’t much. Besides, most dragons don’t put much importance on family relationships."

Leon blinked. "So, your grandmother doesn’t value family relationships either?"

The queen shrugged. "Judging by how rarely she visits, she doesn’t seem to care much about the family. But when my sister and I were young, we could still feel her love and care for us."

As they talked, the couple strolled into the sanctuary’s backyard, continuing along a shaded path.

"Intelligent beings are complex. You can’t judge them based on just one aspect of their behavior," Rosvisser said. "For example, dragons are often perceived as violent, ruthless, and valuing strength above all else, without any care for emotional bonds."

"But after living with me for so long, you’ve probably realized that even though dragons rarely concern themselves with emotions, once they form a bond with someone, they are loyal to the end, never straying."

"This applies not just to romantic relationships, but also to family and friendships."

"Like that newlywed couple we saw during our vacation at Flowing Cloud Valley—they had a great marriage."

"And—"

Rosvisser suddenly stopped talking mid-sentence.

She paused, her gaze towards Leon taking on a slightly more delicate quality.

After locking eyes with him for two seconds, she looked away, her pace quickening as if trying to hide something.

“Ahem, you get what I mean,” Rosvisser said, realizing that continuing the conversation might start to get a bit too personal and quickly changing the topic.

Leon blinked, confused. "No, I don’t get it. You were about to say something, weren’t you? How can I understand if you don’t finish?"

He genuinely didn’t follow what Rosvisser was trying to convey.

He understood the part about "not judging a being by one behavior," since he had explained something similar when teaching Moon about young dragons.

Moon had once told him that if dragons could be fierce and aggressive, there must also be dragons who yearned for peace.

Leon had kept her words in mind, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, choosing instead to observe and learn from his experiences.

Now Rosvisser was talking about how dragons, once bonded, are unwavering in their loyalty. Leon was listening carefully.

But just as things were getting interesting, she cut off the conversation.

It was like reading a novel and reaching the most intense part, only for the author to say, "Find out what happens next time."

How could he not be frustrated?

But to Rosvisser, Leon’s eagerness for answers felt like he was teasing her.

This infuriating man.

He must know exactly what she was trying to say, right? He had to know how hard it was for her to bring up their current, somewhat ambiguous relationship, and yet he was playing dumb!

Is this fun for him?!

Is it really that fun!?

The queen let out an annoyed huff, crossing her arms and flicking her tail in frustration, quickening her pace and leaving Leon behind.

Leon was left standing in confusion as a breeze swept past him, scattering a few leaves at his feet.

"What? She was fine a second ago, so why is she suddenly mad now?"

Ah, the mysteries of a woman’s heart.

Even after living together for over a year, Leon still couldn’t always figure out what Rosvisser was thinking.

More and more, she had these little mood swings and temper flares.

When it came to serious matters, she was always calm and composed, maintaining her regal grace and dignity as a queen.

But when it came to everyday life, she was like a pufferfish, always ready to blow up at any moment over the smallest thing.

General Leon, who had fought countless battles, had never encountered an enemy that gave him as much of a headache as Rosvisser.

And the worst part was, this enemy couldn’t be fought, couldn’t be scolded—truthfully, he just didn’t have the heart to do either.

So what could Leon do?

He had no choice but to deal with it. What, was he supposed to get a divorce?

"Hey, wait up!" Leon quickened his pace, waving after her as he ran to catch up.

Though Rosvisser didn’t turn around or respond, she noticeably slowed her steps.

Leon caught up and walked beside her, staring at her pouting face. He opened his mouth to say something but didn’t know where to start.

Rosvisser glanced at him and gave a soft snort.

"That human girl in the cave—what did she call you again?" she asked.

Leon thought for a moment before realizing she was talking about Rebecca.

"Uh... Captain, right?" he answered.

"No, the other one."

Rosvisser looked at him, enunciating each word clearly.

"Id-i-ot block-head!"

It turns out that even the gods are fair to everyone.

Leon, the legendary general who could slay dragons, outsmart spies, raise kids, and even complete a variety of household chores, had one fatal flaw:

He had no idea how to win over his wife.

Don’t worry, though.

General Casmodor has a valid excuse.

"That kind of thing wasn’t taught at Dragon-Slaying Academy!"

Diagnosis complete: Leon Casmodor is a product of rigid, exam-oriented education. How unfortunate.

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TL NOTE: Please don't skimp on the stars for the translation - I'd really like to see how far Leon goes and how far we can increase the number of chapters. Thanks~!