Vol. 1 Ch. 117

Noia was fortunate to have a dad who could understand her subtle nuances.

Her dad was also fortunate. Even though Noia didn’t initially accept him, his love for her wasn’t any less than for Muen. This love eventually melted the barriers between father and daughter.

As they locked eyes, there was no need for excessive words. Everything that needed to be expressed had been conveyed in that composition.

Now, just a glance was enough to understand what was in each other’s hearts.

Rosvitha watched this scene with a sense of relief.

Although she and Leon always had some odd points of contention and competitiveness regarding their daughter, over the past few months, from the initial “I won’t let you touch me” to the first “Dad, go for it” at the sports meet, and now to “I have the world’s best dad,” Rosvitha had witnessed this process.

She was the witness to Leon and Noia breaking the ice. No one understood the emotion in Leon’s heart at this moment better than her.

Well, she had originally wanted to tease her daughter afterward, asking why she gave so much attention to her dad, but now Mom was feeling a little jealous.

But after some thought, Rosvitha decided against it. Her daughter having a complete and happy childhood was more important than anything else.

The vice principal stood beside the homeroom teacher, applauding while quietly asking, “What do you think? It’s not favoritism towards their family, right? Noia’s composition was genuinely good, wasn’t it?”

The homeroom teacher nodded repeatedly, offering sincere praise without flattery, “The emotions were more sincere, and the writing flowed better. No wonder Principal Olette is looking forward to her writing more. Even I want to see more of it.”

The vice principal jokes, “Then you should arrange more composition competitions, shouldn’t you?”

The homeroom teacher replied, “That’s actually a good idea.”

Seated in the front row, Leon and Rosvitha faintly heard the conversation between the vice principal and the homeroom teacher amid the applause.

Arrange more competitions?

Please don’t!

A single date is already our limit!

If there were more, I can’t guarantee that I wouldn’t hang you, old dragon, in the sky city as the final stop of our date.

The award ceremony for the composition competition came to a close, and after the dispersal, some dragon parents who were familiar with each other began chatting privately.

Some approached the homeroom teacher to inquire about their dragon’s recent performance and learning situation.

The vice principal, however, kept Leon’s family in the classroom.

Leon knew it; if the old dragon didn’t get his fix of being the executioner today, he wouldn’t easily let them off.

“Mr. Leon, Miss Rosvitha, Noia’s composition is truly the most sincere piece of writing I’ve seen in my hundreds of years of tenure. I even want to hang it on my office wall, replacing Principal Olette’s portrait.”

The couple quickly waved their hands, “No, Vice Principal, we appreciate Noia’s writing, but we can’t show disrespect to Principal Olette. Right, Noia?”

Noia nodded repeatedly.

She knew her parents had no room to retaliate against the vice principal, so whatever she was asked to do, she immediately complied with. The main strategy was for the family to work together to resist the vice principal.

“Well, it’s truly a rare find. For such a piece of writing, even replicating it would be an insult! It should remain one of a kind in the world!”

The three of them grinned awkwardly, their mouths twitching in unison, displaying remarkable harmony.

“Oh, by the way, since Noia’s composition didn’t participate in the class rankings, Principal Olette wanted to make up for this small regret. So, she asked me to bring over her own pen to present to Noia.”

As he spoke, the vice principal took out a pen from his pocket, slightly bending down to hand it to Noia.

Noia received it with both hands, carefully examining the pen.

The pen emitted a unique metallic sheen, its black and silver colors shining brightly, reminiscent of stars in the night sky.

The entire pen was slightly heavy, held in hand, it felt like grasping a piece of tranquil history.

Leon only knew that in human society, only respected and accomplished old scholars received pens from their peers upon retirement, symbolizing respect and recognition.

Thinking about it, although the symbolism of giving a pen might be slightly different in dragon culture, it should ultimately represent acknowledgment.

“Principal Olette rarely shows such high regard for a student. Noia, your talent and hard work have earned you Principal Olette’s recognition. Keep up the good work,” the vice principal said, patting her shoulder.

“Thank you, Vice Principal, and thank you, Principal Olette,” Noia said politely.

The vice principal straightened up, glanced at the couple, and said, “Also, thank you both for raising such outstanding children for the academy. The academy will definitely live up to your expectations and nurture Noia well.”

Rosvitha nodded with a smile, exchanging pleasantries with the principal.

Leon also wanted to say a few polite words. But when he thought about how the academy was grooming elites to fight dragon slayers…@@novelbin@@

He didn’t know what to say.

Well, he could only silently hope that his daughter would take her time to graduate and preferably not skip any grades. Otherwise, Dad’s little cotton jacket might just turn into a thorny vest.

After a brief chat, the vice principal had work to attend to and quickly left.

Today was Friday, and the award ceremony had taken up the last class of the day.

That meant Noia could now go home with Leon and Rosvitha for the weekend.

The family of three left the classroom and headed towards the academy’s entrance.

Noia looked down at the pen in her hand. Although it was a gift from Principal Olette, she knew that writing that article was definitely not solely her own merit. She glanced at her dad, then at her mom, feeling a bit conflicted.

“What’s wrong, Noia?” Rosvitha noticed that her daughter seemed to have something on her mind and asked proactively.

“Uh… I think, being appreciated by Principal Olette, you both helped a lot, so I think this pen should be given to you. But there’s only one…” Noia said, “I don’t know who to give it to.”

The child was quite honest, admitting when she didn’t know.

The couple exchanged a glance, and Rosvitha spoke first, “Give it to Dad. He laid the foundation for your cultural studies before you enrolled. He helped you a lot.”

Oh, Mother Dragon, when did your perspective become so broad? I thought you would argue with me about this too. Now it seems like I’m the one with the narrow perspective.

Leon thought for a moment. No, if your perspective is broad, then mine needs to be even broader.

“Let’s give it to Mom,” Leon said. “Dad doesn’t usually need a pen, but Mom can use it when she’s working.”

He wasn’t making it up. Last time he went to Rosvitha’s study to get the keys to the library, he saw her using a pen to deal with some paper reports.

Using the pen passed on by their daughter would surely make her work harder, Mother Dragon.

Rosvitha raised an eyebrow. Dragon Slayer, being so kind? Are you trying to establish a lofty image in front of our daughter? Hmph, I won’t let you have your way so easily.

“Let’s give it to Dad,” she insisted.

“To Mom.”

“To Dad.”

“To Mom.”

“To Dad~”

“To Mom!”

Noia felt like fainting.

But before passing out, she shoved the pen into Rosvitha’s hand.

“I’ll listen to Dad and give the pen to Mom.”

What a smooth move! Good girl, you’ve learned quite a bit of social skills at the academy!