Mom, I only win crucial games.

A few days later, in the evening, Leon, Rossweise, and Muwen stood in front of the temple, just like a few days ago when they were with Noah, looking up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle as if waiting for something.

"Does the academy really provide transportation back home?" Leon asked, looking at the sky.

"Yes, they've always been very considerate in their services," Rossweise said.

"So, how will they bring Noah back? Magical teleportation or…"

Rossweise raised her hand to shield her eyes, squinting at a small dark spot in the distance. "No, it's not that advanced. They'll bring the child back the same way we sent her over. Look, it's almost here."

Leon followed the direction Rossweise pointed out. A small dark spot in the sky was gradually approaching. However, a few minutes later, Leon widened his eyes in astonishment.

What was that small dark spot? Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a dragon of enormous and exaggerated size!

Leon made a rough estimate, and the volume of this dragon was at least five times that of Rossweise.

He had never seen a dragon with such an exaggerated size in his past dragon-slaying career.

"The Leviathan Dragon, the largest in the dragon species. Despite its massive size, its combat capabilities are low. It serves as a transportation role within the dragon community, with exceptional endurance and, importantly, stable emotions," explained Rossweise.

"Eh? Why include the description of stable emotions?" Leon asked.

"Imagine this: 180 lively and playful dragon hatchlings sitting on your back, chattering incessantly, causing a commotion back and forth. Would you keep your composure?" Rossweise replied.

Leon swallowed nervously, "I would…"

"That's right, but Leviathans won't. Their emotional management is quite on point. It's said that a Leviathan, from birth to death over thousands of years, won't even throw a tantrum once," Rossweise explained.

Leon couldn't help but applaud.

Who would have thought there would be such a laid-back type among the naturally combative dragon species?

There was a feeling of "let it be. It doesn't matter if I die."

The Leviathan dragon approached slowly, eventually hovering above the Silver Dragon Temple. Due to its enormous size, the landing was entirely impractical.

A magical pillar of light gradually shimmered around the Leviathan, connecting it to the ground. After confirming Noah's safe landing, the Leviathan retracted the magical pillar, and its massive body gradually rose. Finally, it flapped its dragon wings and slowly departed from the Silver Dragon Temple.

The flapping of its dragon wings caused a strong gust of wind. When the wind subsided, Muwen eagerly ran towards Noah.

"Sister!"

The little dragon girl opened her arms and immediately pounced into her sister's embrace, then rubbed her face against Noah's affectionately.

Noah pinched the silly tuft of hair on her sister's head and asked with a smile, "Missed me?"

"Missed you a lot! Did big sister miss Muwen?"

"Of course!"

"Yeah!"

The two little dragon sisters walked towards Leon and Rossweise, hand in hand, tails hooked together.

Noah nodded slightly to Rossweise and said, "I'm back, Mom."

"Welcome home, Noah."

Then she looked at Leon, "I'm back—"

But her mouth was already forming the beginning of a "D" sound.

But she still hesitated with that address. Seeing her hesitation, Leon quickly intervened to ease the situation, "It's good that you're back. Come on, let's eat. Your mom and I have prepared a lot of your favourite dishes."

"Okay."

The family of four returned to the house and sat around a table for a long-awaited meal. Noah still instinctively cut the steak for her sister and served her vegetables.

But Muwen grabbed her wrist. Before Noah could understand what was happening, Muwen, in a clumsy yet earnest manner, started cutting the steak for herself.

All the delicious dishes on the table were pushed in front of her.

"Sister, eat quickly. Mom and Dad said you've been working hard at school, so you should eat more," Muwen said.

"All right, thank you!"

Indeed, the right amount of independence could accelerate a person's growth. Well, even though the sister's growth might be temporary, it was still a great step forward.

The family ate, chatted, and laughed together. At that moment, it seemed like nobody cared whether the warmth was genuine or put on. But regardless, at this moment, they were a happy and content family.

As dinner neared its end, Noah retrieved several report cards from her bag and arranged them on the table individually.

"Alchemy and Mechanical Basics, first place," she announced.

"Introduction to Magic, Dragon Edition, first place."

"Dragon History, Dragonlings Upper Level, first place."

"All-around Physical Fitness Test, third place."

Noah pushed the last report card to the centre of the table, her expression tense, and said, "Sorry, Mom. I only got third place in the last subject."

Rossweise didn't bother looking at the report cards, addressing Noah, "No need to apologise, Noah. Third place is already impressive."

"Yeah, sis, Mom's right! In Muwen's heart, you're the best!" Muwen chimed in.

Despite the comforting words, Noah's emotions seemed unchanged.

Leon glanced at his eldest daughter, then at Rossweise and Muwen.

Of these two, one wasn't good at expressing emotions, and the other was too effusive. What Noah truly needed wasn't there.

Sigh!

It seemed the old father had to step in. Leon took the report card, glanced at it briefly, and said, "Oh, it's all about physical training, huh? Running, push-ups, pull-ups…"

Noah pursed her lips and responded quietly, "Yeah."

"You started school too early, Noah. The dragonlings in your grade are at least four or five years old, taller than you by a head."

Leon earnestly analysed with Noah, "You got a high score in practical combat training, right? Out of ten opponents, you won nine, the highest win rate in the class. What does that tell us? It tells us that my eldest daughter, maybe not as strong as those little brats, is far ahead in strategy and combat skills."

Leon put down the report card, "So, you don't need to worry about this third place overly. You've already achieved excellence within your capabilities, and that's more than enough. Many adults can't give their all like you do."

After Leon's thorough analysis, Noah's expression finally eased a bit.

She hesitated and said, "But I heard Mom say that when you were in school, you were first in every subject."

Upon hearing this, Leon couldn't help but raise his eyebrows in satisfaction. It sounded like Noah considered him a role model.

The old father was overjoyed!

But the current situation wasn't the time for triumphant boasting.

"In fact, when I first started school, I wasn't first in every subject either. It was through effort afterwards, climbing up step by step. So, Noah, falling behind isn't permanent. Don't let minor failures dampen your spirits, okay?"

"Okay, I understand," Noah replied earnestly.

Leon believed that Noah truly took his words to heart. Her personality didn't lend itself to dishonesty. If she said she understood, then she understood.

Seeing her sister's mood improve, Muwen also approached and grabbed Noah's wrist, asking curiously, "Sister, sister, what is practical combat training?"

"It's one-on-one combat between two people, sparring with each other until one side admits defeat or falls out of the arena."

"Oh, I see. Sister, winning against nine people is really amazing."

Muwen was impressed by Leon's story, her eyes wide with admiration, "Wow, Daddy is amazing! Dad is so powerful, so if he fights with Mom, who will win?"

Both Leon and Rossweise chirped,

"ME!"

"HUH!?"

Leon said smugly, "In my actual combat training back then, no matter if it was hand-to-hand combat or weapon and magic combat, no one could match me. Of course, I was better."

"Although I haven't won as many honors in the academy as you, I only win the key games." Rossweise replied.

"Wasn't it because you never beat me that you married me" (and were captured by me)?

"It was because you failed to beat me" (in the dungeon) that we had two lovely daughters, Muwen and Noah.

Rossweise squinted her eyes, "What's up, Leon? It's been two years since we married, and you still want to spar?"

"I've been wanting to for a long time."

The two of them were at an impasse, and it seemed like sparks were about to fly as their eyes locked onto each other.

"Were they going to fight? Let's go, let's go Big sis"