**Dragon Race Genetics!**
Doctors checked Roswiser’s health, confirmed there were no harmful side effects, and quickly left behind some medication to speed up her recovery, along with a list of post-delivery tips.
The two little dragon girls immediately stopped munching on their snacks and rushed to the bedside to get a look at their new little sister.
“She’s so tiny! I bet I could punch her across the room!” Noia said, sounding serious.
Leon knew she was trying to emphasize the baby’s “smallness,” but that wording was a bit… too much dragon for his taste.
“Oh come on, big sis, don’t scare the little one!”
Moon, tiptoeing, gently pinched the baby’s cheek. “One punch might not be enough; you’d need two!”
Alright, alright, pick on the little sister while she can’t understand a word you’re saying.
If she could hear you, she’d probably dig up her severed umbilical cord and whack you both with it.
In the bedroom, Roswiser lay on the bed; Leon cradled the tiny baby by his side; and their two daughters stood on either side of him.
This family of five was looking pretty harmonious.
Moon was on her tiptoes, softly pinching the little sister’s chubby cheeks.
They were so soft and plump, and smelled just like baby formula!
Moon’s eyes sparkled as she had a lightbulb moment. “Sister, Dad, Mom, let’s give her a name!”
“What name does Moon want to give her?” Leon asked.
He and Roswiser had thought about names during her pregnancy, but nothing felt right.
And here they were, with the baby finally arrived, and still no name in sight.
But since Moon brought it up, why not brainstorm a little? Family discussions can be fun!
Moon blinked her big beautiful eyes, stroked her chin, and pondered for a moment. “How about we call her Star? My name means moon, so Star makes sense!”
Makes sense… sure, it could.
But whether we’re talking about “Star” itself or any similar phonetic variations, it just doesn’t feel like a royal name for a princess.
A nickname? Maybe.
“Star isn’t the best,” Noia chimed in.
Moon pouted. “Then what do you think would be a good name, big sis?”
“Well… since my name is based on the ancient dragon hero ‘Noah’, how about giving little sis a hero’s name too?”
Noia thought for a moment. “How about… Blazer? What do you think?”
Moon scrunched up her tiny face and seriously delivered, “That sounds like a caveman’s name, sis.”
“Caveman? How’s that caveman?!”
“It just is! It’s worse than my Star!”
“Blazer!”
“Star!”
“Blazer!”
“Star~~~”
The sisters turned simultaneously to Leon and shouted, “Dad!”
“Ah? Huh… what’s up?” Leon jolted, nearly dropping his precious little girl in the process.
“Dad, what do you think is better, Star or Blazer?”
Leon pursed his lips. Honestly, he thought both names were pretty average.
Like he thought earlier, Star had no real meaning and didn’t sound fitting as a proper name;
And as for “Blazer,” whether it sounded like a caveman’s name or not, it definitely did not sound like a girl’s name at all.
But he also didn’t want to crush his daughters’ creativity, so he cast a pleading glance at Roswiser for help.
As the Queen, Roswiser saw right through Leon’s thoughts. After contemplating for a sec, she addressed the two girls.
“Naming is a very important task. Your father and I thought long and hard without settling on a name, so we can’t be reckless now.”
Moon sheepishly shuffled closer to her sister, fiddling with her fingers. “Got it, Mom.”
Noia gently flicked Moon’s little tail and leaned her cheek against her sister, and just like that, their little sister squabble was forgotten.
As they grew and gained experiences, disagreements were bound to happen sometimes.
But that’s no big deal; it’s a good thing they’re independent thinkers.
And as twin sisters, they wouldn’t truly fight over anything.
Leon and Roswiser trusted their daughters’ morals completely.
“Anyway, even though we haven’t decided on a name, can you help your Dad and Mom figure out if the little sis looks more like Dad or Mom?” Leon skillfully changed the topic right back to his endless debate with Roswiser.
Roswiser rolled her eyes dramatically from the bed.
It was a good thing she was kinda weak, or she would have been ready to argue with him over this one!
Because the Queen of the Silver Dragons would never back down on this!
Dragon genetics are, like, the best!
“The baby just got here; you can’t really tell who she looks like yet.”
Roswiser paused for a moment before adding, “But you can check out her… tail!”
Leon froze. “Tail… tail…?”
Seeing his reaction, Roswiser smirked. “Yep, her tail! Our little girl has a super~~ cute dragon tail~”
He remembered the first time they argued over whether Noia or Moon looked more like one of them, bringing up all sorts of physical features of his precious daughters with solid reasoning.
He thought those arguments would make the Mother Dragon concede that the girls looked more like him.
But what happened?
Roswiser had simply stated, “They have tails,” and that had completely derailed Leon.
That’s why he had gone all out during Roswiser’s pregnancy, cramming their daughters with human cultural education to hope for more human traits.
But in the end, did dragon genetics win the day yet again…?
NO!!
“Daddy, Daddy! Let us see little sister’s tail too!” Moon jumped up excitedly.
Leon let out a secret sigh.
Sure, she has a tail; fine, whatever.
But if they ever had a third kid, he swore he would restore the glory of humanity!
With that thought, he carefully laid the baby down on the bed and slowly unraveled the blanket around her.
Once the blanket was off, the three of them saw a little tail wriggling just below the baby’s lower back.
It looked like a big fat silkworm—at least, that’s the most relatable metaphor Leon, as a human, could come up with.
After all, he’d never grown a tail before.
Moon and Noia leaned over the edge of the bed, on their tiptoes to see little sis’s tail.
Moon’s starry eyes were about to explode, and her mouth formed a perfect “O” shape at the cuteness of her sister’s tail.
“So cute! I wanna touch it!”
She slowly reached out her hand, extending her index finger, and gently poked the little tail.
Soft and squishy, it had a nice bouncy feel.
As Moon touched it, the little tail twitched slightly, and the baby let out a tiny hum.
“Whoa~~ so much fun~~” Moon clapped her hands in delight.
But Leon frowned, looking at the baby’s tail. “What’s with the color…? It doesn’t match Noia and Moon.”
Both Noia and Moon had silver tails like Roswiser.
But the little girl’s tail looked more… pink?
Half an hour ago, when the doctor had placed the freshly-cut and cleaned little bundle next to Roswiser, she noticed this too but thought it was just the lighting.
But now that it was morning, the baby’s tail still looked pink?
“Let me take a look.” Roswiser said.
Leon brought the baby closer to her pillow.
Taking a closer look, yep, it was definitely more pinkish.
“But it’s not exactly pure pink…”
Roswiser gently pinched the tip of her daughter’s tail. A few tiny red scales caught her eye, and she muttered, “It’s more like… a diluted red.”
Red?
Leon suddenly jolted upright, his eyes widening as he seemed to realize something.
At that moment, a maid outside reported,
“Your Majesty, His Royal Highness, Princess Isar has arrived.”
