Vol. 3 Ch. 12

The couple, carrying their children, left the school building.

Leon sighed in relief.

Rosvisser glanced at him and asked, “Why do you look so relieved?”

“Is it that obvious?” Leon replied with a question.

“Yes, it is.”

Rosvisser said, “You might as well have written ‘Thank goodness *such and such* didn’t happen’ across your face.”

Leon scratched his head, chuckling. “It’s nothing really, just that we managed to drop Noa off at school without running into that old geezer, the Vice Principal.”

At that, the Dragon Queen’s pupils narrowed.

It was true.

Every time they came to the academy, they would inevitably encounter Wilson, the old dragon.

It wasn’t just the meeting that was the issue.

That old dragon had a reputation for being a “young heart in an old body,” always leading the charge in gossip and shipping couples.

Rosvisser believed that if the academy allowed it, Wilson would probably erect a statue of her and Leon in the courtyard, commemorating their legendary romance.

“Hmm... not running into him is indeed a good thing,” Rosvisser agreed. “Otherwise, we might not have avoided—”

“Are the Melkvey family here? Has the Melkvey family arrived?”

Before they could even think about popping champagne to celebrate, the sound of their names being called echoed from the academy’s loudspeakers.

The couple exchanged glances, a bad feeling rising in their hearts.

“If the Melkvey family can hear this, please proceed to the administration building, where Vice Principal Wilson is waiting for you.”

Leon: …

Rosvisser: …

“Damn it! Every time we try to celebrate, something goes wrong!” Leon growled through gritted teeth.

There were hardly any dragons in this world capable of making Leon speechless—until he met Saint Heath Academy’s Vice Principal, Wilson.

This guy had the exact opposite effect in Leon’s life compared to his beloved donkey.

His donkey had been his childhood friend.

The old man was a pure annoyance.

It had been over half a year since Leon had last seen him, and he could only hope that the old dragon had learned what it meant to leave things well enough alone.

“Let’s just go,” Rosvisser sighed.

Resigned to their fate, the couple headed toward the administration building with their children in tow.

When they reached the Vice Principal’s office, Rosvisser knocked on the door.

“Come in.”

They pushed the door open and entered.

“Vice Principal,” Rosvisser greeted.

Upon hearing her voice, Wilson immediately looked up. As soon as he saw the couple, he sprang from behind his desk.

“Well, well! Long time no see, it’s been far too long!”

The old dragon enthusiastically grabbed Leon’s hand. “I thought you weren’t on the academy grounds.”

Leon forced a smile, thinking, *If you’d been just five minutes later, we’d have made a clean getaway!*

Wilson was about to continue, but then his attention was suddenly drawn to the little pink-haired girl in Leon’s arms.

Adjusting his monocle, he exclaimed, “Is this your youngest daughter?!”

“...Yes, Vice Principal,” Rosvisser replied.

“I didn’t realize you two already had three daughters in just a few short years since your marriage!”

Wilson beamed as he looked from Aurora to Moon. “In that case, please make sure your two little princesses attend the academy in the future. Noa’s performance is nothing short of extraordinary, so I’m sure her sisters will be just as talented.”

Rosvisser smiled wryly. “Well... we’ll see, Vice Principal. They’re not quite of school age yet.”

Quick to change the subject before Wilson could seize the opportunity, the Dragon Queen said, “Come on, Moon, say hello to Vice Principal Wilson.”

“Hello, Grandpa Wilson~” Moon said sweetly.

“Hello, hello, little princess,” Wilson responded with a grin.

Leon, seeing the perfect opportunity for some mischief, looked down at Aurora in his arms, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Hey, Aurora, would you like to say hello to Grandpa Wilson too?”

Aurora looked up at her father with her wide pink eyes. “Okay.”

Leon’s smile widened as he lifted her toward Wilson. “Vice Principal, you’re welcome to hold her if you’d like.”

“Really, Leon? Thank you! I’d be delighted!”

Wilson extended his hands toward the seemingly harmless little girl.

Aurora gazed innocently at the old man as he approached her, then, just as his hands were about to reach her—

*Uppercut!*

Rosvisser gasped, quickly covering Moon’s eyes.

Wilson’s monocle flew through the air in a graceful arc before landing on the floor.

“Are you alright, Vice Principal?!” Leon asked, feigning concern.

“I’m... I’m fine...”

“She’s just a child playing around—please don’t take it personally, Vice Principal,” Leon explained.

“Oh, not at all, not at all.”

Wilson picked up his monocle, blew the dust off it, and put it back on. “Judging by her strength, your little princess is a natural when it comes to physical combat. She’ll certainly grow into a formidable martial artist.”

*And you’ll be the perfect punching bag,* Leon thought sarcastically.

Rosvisser shot a knowing look at her husband. She knew he had set this up on purpose.

But Aurora’s uppercut had at least avenged them for all those times Wilson had caused them public embarrassment.

After this little episode, Wilson got to the actual reason for their meeting.

“In truth, it wasn’t me who asked for you.”

Rosvisser raised an eyebrow. “Then who?”

“The Headmistress.”

“Headmistress Angelina Olet is back?” Rosvisser asked, surprised.@@novelbin@@

It had been quite a while since Headmistress Olet had been at the academy.

Long enough for Rosvisser to start suspecting that the academy was slowly becoming Wilson’s domain.

“Yes. The Headmistress returned yesterday, and she might even attend this year’s entrance ceremony.”

Wilson continued, “But that’s not why we’re meeting today. Please, follow me. I’ll take you to see Headmistress Olet.”

“Alright.”

Wilson led the way, and the couple followed behind him.

Leon didn’t know much about Angelina Olet. He had heard Wilson mention her once long ago, and he’d read about her briefly in *A History of Dragons*.

Leon didn’t have any particular expectations about the Headmistress, just hoping that she wasn’t as obsessed with shipping couples as the Vice Principal was.

When they reached the Headmistress’s office, Wilson knocked three times, respectfully saying,

“Headmistress Olet, the Melkvey couple has arrived.”

“Mm, please come in.”

The Vice Principal opened the door and ushered the couple inside.

“Thank you, Wilson.”

Leon looked toward the source of the voice.

Behind the desk sat an elderly woman, whose appearance resembled that of Rosvisser’s grandmother.

However, one could never judge a dragon’s true age based on their looks, so Leon couldn’t guess how many centuries—or millennia—the Headmistress had lived.

She sat there with a serene smile, exuding a sense of maturity and dignity.

“No trouble at all, Headmistress.”

For once, Wilson seemed to be behaving respectfully. He nodded slightly, then said, “I’ll leave you to talk—I have some other matters to attend to.”

“Thank you, Wilson.”

After Wilson left, Headmistress Olet turned her gaze to Leon and Rosvisser, gesturing for them to sit. “Please, take a seat.”

Rosvisser nodded and sat down with Leon in front of the desk.

The Headmistress looked at the two little dragon girls and smiled warmly. “What lovely daughters you have. Are they all live-born dragons?”

“Yes, Headmistress,” Rosvisser replied.

“Hmm, it seems you’re not exactly a traditional dragon family.”

*We’re not even a full dragon family,* Leon thought wryly.

After a bit of light conversation, Rosvisser asked, “Headmistress, it’s been so long since we last heard from you. What have you been up to?”

“Before I answer that, I’d like to show you something.”

With that, Olet took out an elegant small box from the drawer of her desk.

She placed the box in front of Rosvisser and gently opened it.

Inside was a beautiful necklace, with a milky-white crystal pendant that sparkled brilliantly in the sunlight.

“This was given to me by your grandmother, Veronica Melkvey, to pass on to you. Consider it a belated wedding gift.”