28 Old Deng
“Here’s your chance, Old Deng! You’re completely useless!”
“Ow~ Listen to that ‘auntie’ call—so affectionate~”
Isar pressed her face against Little Light’s, completely ignoring the dumbstruck couple next to them. “Come on, Little Light, say ‘auntie’ again~”
“Auntie~ Auntie~”
Those sweet little voices made the Red Dragon Queen totally melt. But mere face-to-face contact wasn’t enough for Isar anymore; she took a big, enthusiastic bite out of Little Light’s chubby cheek, leaving a faint lipstick kiss mark on the fine, soft skin.
Little Light, seemingly unfazed by such affection from Isar, beamed and waved at her auntie while sporting a lipstick print, as if encouraging Isar to get even closer.
“Hmm? Does Little Light have a secret she wants to share with her auntie?”
As Isar leaned in, Leon’s eyes immediately locked onto Little Light’s tiny fists, and a wave of bad memories flooded back—his chin throbbed with faint pangs of pain—
Oh no!
“Sis! Watch out for the uppercut!” Leon shouted.
“What uppercut?”
By the time she finished checking, it was too late.
Isar was already practically nose to nose with Little Light, who had also stretched out her hand toward her auntie.
Leon seemed to foresee the impending chaos and quickly covered his eyes—along with Roswiser’s eyes.
But the anticipated “ow!” never came.
When he peeked, Little Light was gently cradling her auntie’s pretty face, offering her very first baby kiss.
A kiss imbued with the sweet scent of milk made Isar’s auntie heart go wild.
Pulling Little Light close, she turned to her sister and said seriously,
“I hereby declare: Aurora K. Melkway is now officially my Red Dragon’s offspring! In a hundred years, she will be the next Red Dragon Queen!”
Seeing this, Leon wore a look that was hard to describe; his chin expressed protest and sorrow.
His face seemed to display three giant words:
“Why, though!”
Why was it that the first call of ‘auntie’ was for her;
Why was it only him that received the uppercut;
Why wasn’t she giving him kisses!
You know how devastating that is for a doting dad!
Tired, let it all burn!
Bring me General Leon’s Black Gold Battle Armor, and let’s flatten this heartbroken land!
Roswiser glanced at Leon, sensing his minor meltdown, but figured he wouldn’t kick the bucket just yet.
She quickly shifted her attention back to her sister.
Looking at Little Light in Isar’s arms, the little daughter gazed back.
Roswiser playfully poked her child, her tone a bit melancholic, “But why doesn’t Little Light call us…”
Detecting her mother’s slight jealousy, Little Light cleverly piped up, “Mommy~”
Roswiser paused, then broke into a warm smile, “Oh, you little rascal! So you’ve been purposely not talking before, huh?”
Little Light: “Hehe~”
The Queen raised her eyebrows, half-amused, half-furious, poking Little Light’s belly, “Still giggling? So my guess was right—you were being deliberate. Hmph! From now on, you get to stay with your auntie. Mommy won’t carry you anymore.”
“Mommy~ Hold me~” Little Light stretched her tiny arms toward Roswiser.
“Alright, alright, come here, Mommy will hold you.”
Classic Melkway family moment—the Mother Dragon’s face-changing speed!
Isar handed Little Light over to her sister.
Though young, this niece was quite the quick thinker.
In Roswiser’s embrace, Little Light twirled her fingers in her silvery hair, rubbing her cheek against her mom affectionately.
“So when did you start intentionally not calling me and Dad?” Roswiser asked.
“A long~ long~ long time ago~”
Being just over three months old, Little Light had developed some thinking and communication skills, but her perception of time was still in exploratory mode.
So she didn’t have a clear grasp of how long ago she could speak or when she began playfully opposing her parents.
But since she said it was ‘a long time ago,’ Roswiser guessed it was similar to when Noia could speak, which was about half a month.
“Then why doesn’t Little Light want to call us Mom and Dad?” Roswiser asked again.
“Because… you and Dad arguing… is super fun!”
Arguing?
Roswiser mulled over the phrasing.
Oh~~
She must mean “bickering” instead!
So… her and Leon’s little daughter was actually a…
Jokester?
Just for giggles, she had been purposely silent for two months.
And after she finally started talking again, she quickly won over Mommy’s heart once more.
In a way, even a genius like Noia couldn’t pull off that whole sequence flawlessly.
It’s true what they say: the new generation always surpasses the old! Roswiser mused inwardly.
“Mommy, Moon wants to hold Little Sister too~”
Moon came over, tugging at Roswiser’s clothing.
“Okay, but be careful.”
“Mmhm!”
Moon cautiously received Little Light and held her close.
“Little Sister, little sister, what should you call Moon?”
Little Light sweetly chirped, “Sister~”
That single word made Moon’s heart soar, her little pigtails and tail wagging merrily.
Is this what Noia’s happiness felt like? It’s simply exhilarating!
“Kissy time, Sister~”
Little Light eagerly gave her a kiss.
Easy-peasy—secured the second sister.
Then, at last…
Roswiser, Moon, and Isar all turned their attention to the brooding dad who had been silent for ten minutes.
The second daughter, ever so considerate, carried Little Light over to her father, “Daddy, do you want to hold Little Sister?”
Leon looked at his two daughters, his face slightly stiff, and it seemed he had no intention of holding Little Light.
Roswiser crossed her arms, sizing up the dog-man.
Having lived together for so long, she understood perfectly what that idiot was thinking at that moment.
It was simple: the doting dad was throwing a tantrum because he felt left out, the jealousy boiling over!
Seeing Little Light’s lack of reaction, she rolled up her sleeves, ready to try the same techniques that worked on Mommy, Sister, and Auntie to settle old Dad.
“Daddy, hold me~”
Little Light stretched out her arms toward Leon, her big, pink eyes filled with longing for his affection.
But our dear, daughters-enslaved General Casmod remained still, merely gazing at Little Light, apparently resolved to keep sulking.
“Dad~ Dad~” Little Light chimed in again.
Alas.
No response from Dad.
Seriously, does the daughters’ slave have no spirit!?
You can easily charm your mom and sister, but when it comes to me, ha! No way!
If I let you mischievous little rascal off the hook today, you’ll never learn that your dad has rules!
Want to be hugged by Daddy?
Dream on, Aurora!
“Daddy~ hold Little Light~” Little Light asked for a hug for the third time.
That soft, squishy voice, those innocent eyes gazing longingly at Leon—if it had been anyone else, they would have scooped up this darling in no time.
But General Leon is not just anyone.
When he says no, it’s a firm no.
That’s the line and dignity of a father figure!
Little Light fluttered her beautiful eyes, glancing at her completely unmoving dad.
She tilted her head and turned to Moon, “Sister, lift me high~”
Moon nodded and raised Little Light to the height of Leon’s chest.
Thinking Little Light wanted to leap right into Daddy’s arms, this would leave him no choice but to catch her, right?
Leon had the same thought as Moon.
But he was ready—absolutely not going to embrace Little Light, under no circumstances!
Being lifted, Little Light flailed her tiny arms, clearly still asking for a hug.
Leon remained resolute, standing his ground, giving her the silent treatment.
He watched as his little girl crept closer; a cold chuckle emerged in his heart.
The little brat finally realizes just how tough Dad can be, huh? Let’s see you try—
But before he could even finish that mental celebration, Little Light folded her tiny fists and, faster than a lightning bolt—
Uppercut!
The pink-haired dragon girl cheered with her tail swaying,
“Little Light, go and beat up Daddy!”
