75 You Dad is a Dragon King Too?
As they approached the Extreme North Land, the temperature plummeted, and snowflakes began to fall from the sky.
Fortunately, the travel group had prepared thick clothing for all the tourists, and Saint His Academy made sure the students taking part in the practical assessment were adequately warmed up.
In the evening, Leon stood outside, watching the group of teenagers joyfully engaged in a snowball fight.
Ah, back in his days at the Empire’s Dragon Slayer Academy, every winter, everyone would spontaneously head to the playground for a snowball fight.
There were rules to snowball fights, which leaned more towards “solo combat” rather than “team battles.”
Leon had mastered the art of snowball fighting:
Never, and I mean NEVER, allow yourself to be a target for three or more people; otherwise, you’ll find yourself showered with over thirty snowballs at once.
Most students built snowmen by stacking two big snowballs on top of each other and plopping in a carrot and a couple of twigs.
But the “athletes” at the Dragon Slayer Academy built snowmen that could pass for real people—they were hardcore!
Thinking back, it seemed like Leon hadn’t had a snowball fight in years.
After graduation, he joined the Dragon Slayer Army and spent the entire year fighting all over the place, leaving no time for such frivolous activities.
The last few years at the Silver Dragon Temple had also been quiet, given that his daughters were still too young for such a “violent” game.
So…
Once the girls grow a bit, he can relive that joy from his youth—
“Hey!”
A voice interrupted Leon’s train of thought.
He turned to look in the direction of the sound, but before he could see its owner, a snowball came hurtling at him.
Leon barely dodged in time, but it hit him right on target.
Shaking off the snow from his face, Leon turned to look.
There, Roswiser was already bending down, crafting her second snowball, eager to hurl it his way.
She was wearing a cloak with fluffy edges, sporting gloves and pink dragon-claw earmuffs, radiating youthfulness and vitality—
Yet just two days ago, she had said Leon was the immature, middle-school boy.
“Second shot, catch this!”
The queen struck a pose, launching the snowball with great force.
This time, Leon had plenty of time to dodge.
But seeing the mother dragon’s excited face, he thought for a moment and just tilted to the side as a token gesture.
Unfortunately, that little sidestep wasn’t enough to evade the snowball.
The snowball smashed into his chest, exploding into a flurry of snowflakes and fragments.
Roswiser grinned triumphantly, “Two hits outta two! What’s your evaluation?”
The first hit was due to the guy not being prepared;
the second was because the guy loved his wife.
What’s his evaluation, you ask?
Just one sentence:
Getting by, what can I do?
Leon enthusiastically applauded,
“Your Majesty, you’re hitting bullseyes every time like a legendary dragon!”
Roswiser beamed, tapping her tail, shaking off the snow from her gloves.
Deep down, she knew the second hit was because her dog man had deliberately caught it.
But hey, she was still happy!
It wasn’t about a simple snowball but the fact that someone cared about her feelings. Even the small things showed how much he was thoughtful.
That idiot Leon might act tough, but his actions were always on point.
The faux husband had to look the part, after all.
Roswiser stepped closer, her cotton boots crunching on the snow accumulated on Leviathan’s back, making a soft sound.
The couple strolled side by side amidst the falling snow, with the backdrop of boys and girls joyfully engaged in their snowball fight.
“We should arrive at the Extreme North Land by dawn.”
Roswiser stated, “About six or seven hours more, I guess.”
“Yeah… not sure if we’ll really meet Constantine.”
Leon said it in a calm tone, lacking any signs of tension or relief.
Roswiser glanced at him and said, “Last time at the Red Dragon Holy Temple, we barely managed to defeat him as a trio. This time it’s just us…”
“Times have changed. Last time, my magic power wasn’t fully recovered, and you weren’t very skilled at controlling Primal Power, which is why we hit a rough patch in the early fight.”
Leon analyzed, “But this time, I’ve got enough magic stored from two Dragon Patterns, and you’re not only better at controlling Primal Power but you’ve also made great strides with Soul Judgment. We’ve got better odds this time.”
“I’ve thought about all that, but there’s still one uncertainty to consider.”
Roswiser added, “Last time, Constantine merged using Heartguard Dragon Scales with other Dangerous Species organs, but this time, he’s using Primal Power. We can’t be sure how much stronger he’ll be, so we’ve gotta be cautious.”
After hearing Roswiser say this, Leon nodded seriously,
“If things look bad, we retreat. After all, we’re just here to probe the situation and see if that crazy dragon is really after Primal Power.”
“Right, we control our move—either advance or retreat.”
After a pause, Roswiser sighed, “Sigh, just not sure if our plan will work. Constantine has Fair with him, and that guy should know where to find the remaining Primal Power, but we’re leaving that to chance.”
A few days ago, Roswiser had tried to contact Veronica’s grandmother to ask where they had found Primal Power in the Extreme North Land.
If they knew the precise location, sniping old Constantine would be much easier, possibly even a case of waiting for the right moment.
But her grandmother was notoriously hard to pin down, and Isar and Principal Aulete didn’t know where she had gone.
Left with no choice, the couple could only hope that the Primal Power Roswiser had gathered would resonate with the Primal Power below the ice layers of the Extreme North Land, helping them track down Constantine.
“There’s no such thing as smooth sailing; there’ll always be bumps along the way.”
Leon comforted her.
Roswiser chuckled softly and gently poked his chest, “Since when did it become your job to console me, human child?”
“Are you calling me a child?”
“Who else?”
Leon squinted slightly, “Your Majesty, do you also practice—”
“Eat this snowball, idiot!”
Meanwhile, on the other side, far from the snowball battlefield, Noia and Helena were invited to a cozy indoor barbecue dinner.
Ah, they called it ‘dinner,’ but counting just the two of them, there were only six people.
Alongside them was the eager senior Yuna, who Noia met before boarding Leviathan, plus her partner Anton and a couple of other upperclassmen.
“This is some delicious meat Anton scored from the neighboring tour group, you’ve gotta try it!”
Yuna enthusiastically handed skewers of meat to Noia and Helena.
The two little ones obediently accepted them and took tiny bites.
“Thanks, senior~” X2
Yuna grinned with her eyes turned crescent, “No need to be polite; enjoy it!”
They all chatted and ate away.
Noia casually caught sight of the bracelet on Yuna’s wrist.
The bracelet was a milky white color, crystal-clear and shiny.
Little Dragon Girl blinked and praised, “Senior Yuna, that bracelet is so pretty!”
Yuna paused, then raised her hand to take a look, smiling, “Oh, this was a gift from my dad a while back. Apparently, it’s made from very rare materials.”
“Senior’s… dad?”
“Yep, Thunder Dragon King Odin.”
Immediately, the two little ones stared wide-eyed in shock.
“Senior, your dad is actually a Dragon King?”
Though all students at Saint His Academy were descendants of noble families from various tribes, it was quite rare for someone like Noia to be a Dragon King’s daughter.
Never would they have guessed that their enthusiastic senior had such an impressive background.
Yuna let out a humble laugh, shyly ruffling her hair, “Ah, did I not mention it? I might have forgotten.”
“Your old man is rarely home; it’s normal to forget to mention it,” Anton chimed in.
Yuna shot him a glance, “Hmph, adults have things to do!”
Anton shrugged, falling silent and getting back to grilling the skewers.
Yuna and Noia continued their earlier topic.
“My mom has a pendant necklace that seems to be made from similar materials as your bracelet, senior.” Noia said.
“Really… then it seems this thing isn’t as rare as my dad claims.”
“Oh~ you got scammed~” Anton teased.
Yuna tossed a pillow at him, but he caught it like a pro.
“No, no, my mom’s pendant was a wedding gift from my great-grandma; it’s made from precious materials too!” Noia quickly clarified.
Yuna nodded and then shifted the topic, “By the way, have you two decided on your team for the practical assessment?”
Noia raised an eyebrow, “Team? We need a team for the assessment?”
“Of course! The Extreme North Land has harsh conditions and a high difficulty level; it’s gonna be tough for just the two of you to score well,” Yuna reasoned.
Seizing the moment, Yuna directly invited them, “How about…”
“Yuna, I’ll remind you, we’re here for the assessment, not to babysit,” Anton said, a bit grimly.
Yuna shot him a glare, ignoring him, and continued talking to Noia,
“Why don’t you two join us?”
“Um…”
The senior’s intentions were good, but Noia wasn’t sure if she should just go along with it.
As Anton said, they were there for a practical assessment, not to play babysitter.
Noia was also uncertain if her and Helena’s abilities would hold the team back.
“Let’s all do it together, little Noia, Helena.”
Another senior spoke up, her tone gentle, “Since you applied for this practical assessment, let’s take it seriously. Following our methods will definitely work out.”
Noia scratched her chin, still hesitating.
“Well, it’s settled then!”
Yuna patted Noia on the little head, “Once the assessment starts, we’re a team of six!”
What can she say… such hospitality from a senior is hard to decline.
The two little dragon girls exchanged looks and reluctantly agreed.
The barbecue night continued.
While everyone else was chatting warmly, Noia drifted over to the window, gazing out at the dark night sky.
Snowflakes danced in the air, reflecting in her bright blue eyes.
She looked at her reflection in the window and encouraged herself,
“I will definitely complete the assessment smoothly. Come on, Noia!”
