12. Wedding Gift
The couple hugged their children as they left the teaching building.
Leon let out a sigh of relief.
Roswiser glanced at him and asked, “Why do you look so relieved?”
“Is it that obvious?” Leon shot back.
“Absolutely.”
Roswiser continued, “You look like you’re about to tattoo ‘Thank goodness that didn’t happen’ on your forehead.”
Leon scratched his head and chuckled, “Well, it’s just that this trip to drop Noia off at school didn’t involve that Vice Principal old-timer.”
At that, the Dragon Queen’s eyes narrowed.
Indeed.
Every time they visited the academy, they ran into Wilson, that ancient fossil.
But just bumping into him wasn’t the issue.
It was that old dragon who had the heart of a teenager, always buzzing around like he was on a gossip spree.
Roswiser firmly believed that if the academy allowed it, the Vice Principal would probably erect a statue of her and Leon in the courtyard to commemorate their epic love story.
“Hmm… not running into him is definitely a good thing.”
Roswiser agreed, “Otherwise, we’d probably be—”
“Is the Melkway family here? Has the Melkway family arrived?”
Before the couple could finish their champagne, the communication stone in the academy streetlight called out their names.
They both exchanged a glance, a sense of dread creeping into their minds.
“The Melkway family, please proceed to the administrative building, Vice Principal Wilson is waiting for you there.”
Leon: …
Roswiser: …
“I knew it! Every time we pop the champagne, something bad happens!”
General Leon gritted his teeth.
In a world where dragons barely made him speechless—until he met that lousy old Vice Principal Wilson.
That guy had the complete opposite effect of his beloved donkey in Leon’s life.
The donkey was Leon’s childhood friend;
The old fossil was a pure nuisance.
After more than half a year apart, Leon could only hope the old fossil had finally learned the meaning of “just enough already.”
“Ugh, let’s go,” Roswiser sighed.
The couple resigned themselves to their fate and took their kids to the administrative building.
At the Vice Principal’s office door, Roswiser raised her hand and knocked.
“Come in.”
The couple pushed the door open.
“Vice Principal.” Roswiser greeted.
Hearing her voice, Wilson immediately looked up, recognized the couple, and sprang from behind his desk.
“It’s been a long time, hasn’t it? It’s really been too long, you two!”
The dusty old dragon grabbed Leon’s hand. “I thought you guys were missing from the academy!”
Leon grinned, thinking to himself, if you had just been five minutes late, my wife and I would have pulled a successful escape!
Wilson was about to say something else when his attention was suddenly grabbed by the little pink-haired bundle in Leon’s arms.
He adjusted his single-frame glasses and exclaimed, “Is this… your little daughter?!”
“…Yes, Vice Principal,” Roswiser replied.
“I can’t believe in such a short time you’ve already had three girls.”
Wilson looked at Little Light and then at Moon with delight. “In the future, you must have both your little princesses attend the academy. Noia is truly gifted; I imagine her sisters are no less so.”
Roswiser smiled wryly, “Well… let’s talk about that later, Vice Principal, they aren’t of school age yet.”
As soon as she finished, the Queen quickly changed the subject to avoid giving the old fossil any opening. “Come on, Moon, say hello to Grandpa Wilson.”
“Hello, Grandpa Wilson~” Moon chirped with her baby voice.
“Good, good, hello, little princess!”
Leon blinked, mischief bubbling up inside him.
Finally, we can give that old fossil a taste of his own medicine today!
He looked down at his little daughter,
“Little Light, do you want to greet Grandpa Wilson too?”
Little Light looked up, her pink eyes staring at her dad, “Okay.”
Leon smiled, lifting Little Light and presenting her to Wilson.
“Vice Principal, you can hug her too!”
“Really, Mr. Leon! That would be such a gift!”
Wilson extended his hands, slowly reaching for Little Light.
The little pink fluff gazed innocently at the old man.
Just as he was about to scoop her up—
Uppercut!
Roswiser gasped and quickly covered Moon’s eyes.
Wilson’s glasses soared gracefully through the air before landing on the floor with a thud.
“Vice Principal, are you okay?” Leon asked, concerned.
“I’m… fine…”
“Kids just don’t know better; they were just playing around, please don’t mind it!” Leon explained.
“Of course not, of course not.”
The Vice Principal picked up his glasses, dusted them off, and put them back on. “Given the punch’s force, the little princess is a natural at martial arts; she’ll definitely become a legendary martial artist.”
And you’ll become an unparalleled punching bag, Leon thought to himself.
Roswiser looked over at Dog Man, realizing he had egged their daughter on.
Well, Little Light’s quick punch also avenged the couple for all those previous “social deaths.”
After the little incident, Wilson finally got to the point.
“Actually, I didn’t call you here.”
Roswiser raised an eyebrow, “Oh? Who did then?”
“It’s the Headmaster.”
“Headmaster Angelina Aulete has returned?”
Roswiser was somewhat surprised.
It had been quite a while since Aulete had appeared at the academy.
Long enough that Roswiser had begun to suspect the place had become the Vice Principal’s kingdom.
“Yes. The Headmaster just returned yesterday and may attend this year’s enrollment ceremony.”
Wilson said, “But that’s not what we’re here to discuss. Please follow me; I’ll take you to meet Headmaster Aulete.”
“Okay.”
Wilson stepped ahead.
The couple followed closely behind him.
Leon didn’t know much about Angelina Aulete.
He heard Wilson mention her once ages ago, and the only other time was reading about her in “A Brief History of Dragons.”
He had no particular expectations of her, just hoping she wouldn’t obsess over pairing couples like the Vice Principal.
Arriving at the Headmaster’s office, Wilson knocked three times on the door and respectfully said,
“Headmaster Aulete, the Melkway couple has arrived.”
“Mm, come in.”
Wilson opened the door, leading the couple inside the office.
“Thank you for your trouble, Wilson.”
Leon turned at the sound.
Behind the desk sat a woman who, at first glance, looked a bit like Roswiser’s grandmother.
But you couldn’t judge the real age of a dragon by looks, so Leon had no idea how old the headmaster truly was.
She sat there, exuding an air of maturity and composure, smiling.
“It’s no trouble at all, Headmaster.”
Wilson became uncharacteristically serious, nodded slightly, and said respectfully, “You two chat; I’ll handle some other tasks.”
“Alright, Wilson.”
The Vice Principal turned to leave.
Aulete looked at Leon and Roswiser, gesturing for them to sit. “Please, go ahead.”
Roswiser nodded and, along with Leon, took a seat at the desk.
Aulete’s gaze fell on the two little dragon daughters with a smile, complimenting, “What adorable daughters. Are they both live-born?”
“Yes, Headmaster.”
“Mm, it seems you are not a traditional dragon family, are you?”
We’re not even entirely a dragon family, can you believe it? Leon thought to himself, secretly rolling his eyes.
After some small talk, Roswiser asked, “Headmaster, what have you been up to all these years?”
“Before I answer that, I’d like to show you something.”
With that, Aulete pulled out a delicate little gift box from her desk drawer.
She pushed the little box in front of Roswiser and gently opened it.
Inside was an exquisite necklace.
The pendant was a milky-white crystal, sparkling dazzlingly in the sunlight.
“This is a wedding gift from your grandmother, Veronica Melkway, that I was to pass on to you.”
