The father-daughter pair of Fire Dragons found themselves inexplicably standing on the stage of the ceremonial hall.

Below them, hundreds of dragon families were gathered, their countless eyes fixed expectantly on the two figures.

Although Konstantin’s reputation had waned somewhat over the years, the legendary Red Flame Dragon King remained a revered hero to many dragons. His name, etched in textbooks and popular tales, still carried weight. For many in the audience, this was a rare chance to see their childhood or teenage idol up close.

Despite having faced countless battles as a Dragon King, Konstantin felt a strange sense of awkwardness under this spotlight.

“No, this isn’t right,” he thought.
The sensation was far more intense than mere stage fright—it was as if he were being roasted alive, every pore on his body burning from the scrutiny. His gaze wandered aimlessly, his breathing unsteady, and he didn’t know where to place his hands or how to stand.

Amidst this turmoil, Konstantin glanced down at Leon, who sat in the audience, holding Muse.

“Daddy, what does ‘social death’ mean?” Muse asked, blinking innocently.