“That sums up the whole story,” Leon said.

In their bedroom, Rosvisser lay on the bed, her hand gently resting on her growing belly. Leon sat at her bedside, peeling an apple while recounting the events of the day.

After listening, the queen nodded thoughtfully. “So, according to your brilliant strategy and heroic decision-making, you single-handedly defeated the Six-Winged Dragonhawk and recovered…”

Her gaze shifted to the Jade Dew Dragonfruit on the bedside table. “…the single, precious Jade Dew Dragonfruit. Is that right?”

“Exactly! You’re so clever, darling. That’s the perfect summary,” Leon replied, his grin wide.

Rosvisser scoffed, pulling a notebook out from beneath her pillow. She flipped it open to the first page. “Yet according to Sherry’s guard report, the one who dealt the critical blow to the dragonhawk was Noa.”

Placing the notebook down, she rested her cheek in her hand and gave her husband a playful, teasing smile. “Meanwhile, you, my dear husband, our wise and courageous Silver Dragon Prince, missed every attack and merely served as a springboard for our beloved daughter. Correct?”