After more than half a year apart, Leon could only hope this old dragon had learned the meaning of "enough is enough."
"Sigh, let's go," Rossweise sighed.
Resigned to their fate, the couple took their children to the administration building.
When they arrived at the vice principal's office, Rossweise raised her hand and knocked on the door.
"Come in."
The couple pushed the door open.
"Vice-Principal," Rossweise greeted.
Hearing her voice, Wilson immediately looked up. Seeing the couple, he practically jumped out from behind his desk.
"Long time no see! Long time no see, you two!"
The old dragon immediately grabbed Leon's hand. "I thought you weren't at the academy!"
Leon forced a smile, thinking, If you had been five minutes later, my wife and I would have successfully escaped!
Wilson was about to say something else but was suddenly distracted by the little pink-haired girl in Leon's arms.
He adjusted his single-frame glasses and exclaimed, "Is this your youngest daughter?!"
"...Yes, Vice-Principal," Rossweise replied.
"I didn't expect that after just a few years of marriage, you two already have three daughters!" Wilson was thrilled, looking at the little pink-haired girl, then glancing at Muen. "In that case, please make sure your two little princesses also come to study at the academy. Noah's performance is outstanding, so her sisters will probably be just as good."
Rossweise forced a smile. "Well… let's talk about that later, Vice-Principal. They're not old enough for school yet."
After saying this, the Queen quickly changed the subject to avoid the old dragon steering the conversation. "Come on, Muen, say hello to Grandpa Wilson."
"Hello, Grandpa Wilson~," Muen said in a soft, shy voice.
"Good, good, good, little princess, hello."
Leon blinked, and a mischievous idea began to form. I'll make sure this old dragon gets a taste of his own medicine. Today, he'll pay for all the times he tormented us.
He looked down at his youngest daughter. "Little Light, do you want to say hello to Grandpa Wilson?"
Little Light looked up, her pink pupils gazing at her father. "Okay."
Leon smiled slightly, adjusting his hold on Little Light, and passed his little treasure to Wilson.
"Mr. Leon! You're too kind!"
Wilson reached out his hands and slowly approached Little Light.
The little pink-haired girl, looking utterly harmless, gazed at the old man in front of her.
Just as he was about to take her, she seized the moment—Uppercut!
Thwack!
Rossweise gasped and quickly covered Muen's eyes.
Wilson's single-frame glasses sailed through the air in an elegant arc before landing on the floor.
"Vice-Principal, are you okay, Vice-Principal!" Leon asked with feigned concern.
"No, no, I'm fine…"
"The child doesn't know any better, she was just playing, Vice-Principal, please don't take it to heart," Leon explained smoothly.
"How could I mind?" The vice-principal picked up his glasses, blew off the dust, and put them back on. "Judging by the strength, the Little Princess seems to have a talent for physical techniques. She will become a master in the future."
And you, the old dragon, will become a master punching bag, Leon muttered to himself.
Rossweise looked at her husband and knew he had done this on purpose. However, Little Light's uppercut did give the couple a small sense of satisfaction for all the socially awkward moments Wilson had put them through.
After the little incident, Wilson got back to business. "I wasn't the one who called you here."
Rossweise raised an eyebrow. "Who was it, then?"
"It was the Headmaster."
"Headmaster Angelina Olette is back?" Rossweise was genuinely surprised. Headmaster Olette hadn't been seen at the academy for quite some time. Rossweise had even begun to suspect that the academy was nearing a complete takeover by Wilson.
"Yes. The Headmaster just returned yesterday, and she might even attend this year's entrance ceremony," Wilson said. "But that's not what we're here to discuss. Please follow me; I'll take you to meet Headmaster Olette."
"Alright."
Wilson stepped forward, and the couple followed behind him.
Leon didn't know much about Headmaster Angelina Olette. He had heard Wilson mention her long ago and had read about her in A Brief History of the Dragon Clan. As for this headmaster, Leon had no particular expectations, just hoping she wouldn't be as obsessed with "shipping" couples as the vice-principal was.
Arriving at the Headmaster's office, Wilson knocked three times on the door and said respectfully, "Headmaster Olette, the Melkvey couple has arrived."
"Mm, come in."
The vice-principal pushed open the door and led the couple into the office.
"Thank you, Wilson."
Leon turned his gaze to the source of the voice. Behind the desk sat a woman who, from her appearance, looked similar to Rossweise's grandmother. However, since a dragon's true age couldn't be judged by appearance, Leon couldn't tell how old the Headmaster truly was. She sat with perfect posture, a gentle smile on her face, exuding an air of mature composure.
"No trouble at all, Headmaster." Wilson was uncharacteristically serious, nodding slightly with respect. "Well, I'll leave you to chat. I have some other work to attend to."
"Alright, Wilson."
The vice-principal turned and left.
Headmaster Olette looked at Leon and Rossweise and gestured for them to sit. "Please, have a seat."
Rossweise nodded, and she and Leon sat down in the chairs before the desk.
The Headmaster's gaze fell on the two little dragon girls, and she smiled warmly. "Such adorable daughters. Are they both live-born dragons?"
"Yes, Headmaster."
"Mm, it seems you are not a traditional dragon family."
We aren't even fully a dragon family, can you believe it? Leon muttered in his mind.
After a few simple pleasantries, Rossweise asked, "Headmaster, we haven't heard from you in so many years. What have you been up to?"
"Before I answer that question, I'd like to show you something first."
Saying this, Headmaster Olette took a delicate small gift box from her desk drawer. She pushed the box in front of Rossweise and gently opened it.
Inside lay a fine necklace. The pendant was a milky-white crystal that sparkled with a dazzling light under the sun streaming through the window.
"This is a gift from your grandmother, Veronica Melkvey. She asked me to pass it to you as a wedding gift."