### Chapter 35: What Does Elegance Have to Do with This Clown?
(Combined)
After lunch, the whole family made their way to the Young Dragon Paradise with great enthusiasm.
This was Little Light’s first visit to the Young Dragon Paradise, so she was more excited than her two older sisters.
Little Pink Hair led the charge, eager to try out every booth she saw.
Ring toss? Throwing beanbags? Bouncing balls? You name it, she wanted in on it.
Rarely did she get to put down her books and come out to play, so of course, Leon and Roswiser indulged her every whim.
The three kiddos were buzzing with excitement as they explored the various attractions, while the couple trailed behind.
As for Isar and Grandma Veronica, they walked at the back of the line, just like in the morning.
“We can discuss the Thunder Elves now, Isar,” Grandma said.
Isar crossed her arms, sauntering leisurely but keeping her eyes fixed on her brother-in-law.
“The Thunder Elves are a significant branch of the elf species, kind of like soldier ants in an ant colony, meant to protect the tribe and fend off foes.”
“So their combat skills are among the best in the elf race, and they excel at lightning magic.”
“However, even though they are fierce fighters, the bl**d of the elves still retains their nature, which is… elegance.”
“Those little sparkly troublemakers maintain absolute elegance no matter when or where.”
At this point, Isar paused and shrugged, “If our dragon race had half of their elegance, we probably wouldn’t be labeled as ‘brutes’.”
After listening to Isar’s analysis and glancing at her son-in-law ahead, Grandma Veronica pressed her lips together and pointed skeptically at Leon.
“If that kind of behavior can be called ‘elegance,’ maybe we dragons could drop the ‘brute’ label after all.”
“What behavior?”
Isar looked in the direction Grandma was pointing.
There was her brother-in-law, holding Little Light, going on a rampage at a balloon game booth.
“Boxers! Boxers!”
“Boss! Give me ten more shots! Let my daughter have a blast!”
“What? Leaving?”
“Not a chance.”
“Leaving is not an option! Your prizes are fantastic, those balloons are easy to hit! I love this place!”
“Ten more shots!”
“Rat-tat-tat! Little Light, am I good or what?”
Isar: …
Grandma: …
Thunder Elves: …
With a silent sigh, Isar pulled out a list she wrote last night and crossed out ‘Thunder Elves.’
“I estimate my brother-in-law will never learn elegance in this lifetime.”
Muttering to herself, Isar glanced at the remaining two race names.
Howling Wolf Tribe and… Humans.
The Red Dragon Queen bit her pencil tip, her brow furrowing in thought, “Which one should we test next?”
Just then, Grandma Veronica slowly reached out and pressed down on Isar’s list.
Isar glanced sideways, “Grandma?”
The old lady smiled gently, “We’re here to relax with family after all. Even if we’re investigating, don’t focus all your energy on it.”
Isar’s red eyes sparkled as she immediately grasped her grandma’s meaning.
She tucked the list away and wrapped her arm around Grandma’s, “Let’s go sh**t some balloons too, Grandma.”
“Ah, my old eyes are too blurry to aim!”
The two of them laughed as they made their way toward Leon’s family.
Meanwhile, Leon had already downed several magazines, scoring each daughter a plush bear.
He then turned to Roswiser and asked if she wanted one.
Roswiser flatly said she didn’t want one.
“Why not? You liked the last one I gave you!”
“Well, I do, but having one is enough.”
When the Queen said this, her striking silver eyes gazed into Leon’s, a different kind of teasing smile adorning her exquisite face.
General Leon gulped, leaning slightly back, “Y-you’re not including me in that ‘one’ are you?”
Roswiser tilted her head slightly, her silver hair cascading down, avoiding a direct answer.
“What do you think? My captor—”
“Hey, what are these lovebirds whispering about? Your eyes are all sparkly, why don’t you just kiss right here?”
At the sound, the couple immediately looked away.
Leon scratched his head, pretending nothing had happened.
Until Isar stood in front of him, a mischievous grin plastered across her face, “Brother-in-law, I didn’t expect you to be such a sharpshooter! Let me have a go too.”
“Sure, sure! No problem. Boss, ten more!”
The boss replied, “I’ll crystallize your dreams!”
While Leon was busy shooting, Isar leaned over to her sister, “I thought your relationship would improve since the first time you came to my place, but I didn’t expect it to get this much better.”
Roswiser’s cheeks flushed as she whispered and nudged her sister’s arm, “Sis, don’t say that… Leon and I, we’re just a regular couple, the kind that treats each other with respect.”
“Respectful? Who in the world has respectful couples that pop out three kids?”
Saying this, Isar bent down and picked up Moon, “What do you say, little moon? Mom and Dad are definitely a super duper loving couple, right?”
Moon had no idea her aunt was trying to put her parents on the spot; she just knew that agreeing with the adults was always safe.
“Right!” Moon nodded vigorously.
“See? Even the kid can see it! No need to be stubborn, Little Luo.”
Roswiser let out a helpless sigh, “Sis, please don’t say things like that in front of the kids…”
The sisters chatted away.
Before long, Leon appeared again with yet another plush bear.
“Sis, your bear.”
“Thanks, brother-in-law!”
Isar took the plush bear into her arms and began to contemplate:
Which race was more skilled at shooting?
Suddenly, she scoffed, shaking her head to drop those messy thoughts.
Better to heed Grandma’s words and relax for a while.
The family enjoyed a rare moment of leisure in the Young Dragon Paradise.
Later that evening, after dinner, they went to Selina’s photo studio to pick up the family portrait and the school pictures of Moon and Little Light.
It was already past eight, and even at Roswiser’s speed, it would take at least two to three hours to return, which would be deep into the night when the kids couldn’t keep their eyes open.
So, the group decided to spend the night in Sky City.
Naturally, they checked into the most luxurious hotel, after all, the silver-red sisters were not short on coins.
After settling the kids to sleep, Isar made her way to the rooftop terrace of the hotel.
Leon, Roswiser, and Grandma were already there.
“Oh, looks like no one can sleep,” Isar remarked as she walked over.
The four stood side by side at the railing, gazing at the Sky City under the night sky.
The lights flickered, the city a glamorous dreamland.
People often reminisce about their past after a fulfilling day.
Leon was the same.
Gazing at such a night view, his mind inevitably drifted back to his days in the Dragon Slayer Army years ago.
Back then, he hadn’t been stabbed in the back by the empire and still held the highest hopes for slaying dragons.
He often did what he was doing now—climbing the tallest trees with Rebecca, Martin, and Victor during army downtime to gaze at the stars and the moon.
Rebecca always said when all the enemies in the world were slain, she still wanted to watch the moon with her friends.
Leon would say, “That depends on the weather; after all, you can’t see the moon on a cloudy day.”
Martin nodded in agreement.
Rebecca would promptly pull out her g*n and press it against their foreheads, questioning heaven about why the team included those two steel-headed brutes.
Zero romance!
Recalling those days of north and south battles, although exhausting, it wasn’t short of joy.
Leon let out a silent sigh and looked up at the night sky.
Coincidentally, tonight’s moon was just as bright as it was back then.
“When everything is over, there will be more people to watch the moon with you, you crazy girl,” he thought to himself as he slowly took the hand of the person beside him.
The back of her hand was as cool as ever, but that was okay; it would warm up after holding it for a while.
Roswiser reciprocated his rare display of affection.
Fingers intertwined, they felt inseparable.
Isar instantly sensed a whiff of romance wafting through the air.
She turned her gaze, and Little Luo looked perfectly normal, but her brother-in-law seemed a bit… emo?
Isar blinked and looked up.
The full moon hung high in the sky.
Suddenly, Isar seemed to notice something.
“Howling Wolf Tribe tends to howl at the sky uncontrollably on full moon nights…”
Thinking this, she looked back at Leon.
While it was strange to hope someone would suddenly howl in front of her, she asked him not to suppress his true nature!
Let it out loud!
…
…
…
“Alright, so he’s not from the Howling Wolf Tribe.”
As the air grew cooler, Leon took off his jacket and draped it over Roswiser’s shoulders, “Shall we head back?”
“Yeah.”
She turned to Isar and Grandma Veronica, “Sis, Grandma, we’re heading back. You both should rest early.”
“Goodnight, Little Luo,” Isar waved her hand.
Grandma nodded.
The couple left the terrace.
Isar kept her gaze on their retreating figures until they descended the stairs and disappeared from view, before withdrawing her gaze.
“sigh.” The Red Dragon Queen let out a sigh.
Grandma Veronica looked at her granddaughter, “What is it?”
Isar pulled out her list from her pocket and crossed out ‘Howling Wolf Tribe.’ “Garuda, Thunder Elves, Howling Wolf, and Mamba are all out. Now only—”
“Isar.” Grandma interrupted her.
“Hmm?”
“Have you thought about what we should do if we ultimately discover that Leon is not a dragon?”
Isar blinked and seriously pondered her grandma’s question.
After a moment, she shook her head, “Haven’t thought that through.”
Pausing for a beat, she smiled mischievously and looked at the list in her hand.
“But it was just a trivial little drama anyway; just consider it my little self-entertainment.”
Grandma Veronica smiled reassuringly, “But even if you continue to investigate, I doubt anything will come of it.”
“Eh? Why’s that?”
“There’s only ‘Humans’ left. But do you know any obvious nature or habits of this race?”
Isar shook her head, “No. It’s strange, really; the human race… seems like the most primal species. Of course, when I say ‘primal,’ I don’t mean ‘backward’. Instead, it’s… they have incredibly strong plasticity.”
“They possess a bit of magic from all races; they don’t have a strong point, but they also lack significant weaknesses.”
“If anything, they don’t need to learn transformation magic, since on Samuel Continent, all transformation magic ends with the human form.”
Grandma Veronica nodded slightly, “Actually, I’ve studied this race for many years. Besides the strong plasticity you just mentioned, I’ve found something very interesting.”
“What is it?”
“Humans… sometimes unexpectedly possess the most resilient will in the world.”
Such praise made Isar curious, “What do you mean by that?”
“Look at it; humans live only about a hundred years, yet they continuously explore, learn, and expand within that short span.”
“Then they pass on the achievements of that century to the next generation.”
“This way, they slowly grow through life, d*ath, and illness without experiencing any breaks in their legacy.”
“And ‘continuous legacy’ is just one way their resilient will manifests. There are also other aspects, like survival and expanding their territories—though, in some cases, that’s driven by desire.”
“But… without desire, progress cannot happen, right?”
Listening to her grandma’s narration, Isar nodded thoughtfully.
The Dragon-Human War had lasted nearly a hundred years, and her understanding of this race had always been limited to “the enemy.” She had never delved deeply into their nuances.
Grandma’s words did allow her to see the human race from a different angle.
Isar picked up the list, and a flicker of Dragon Flame ignited in her palm, slowly burning the list to ashes.
The ashes drifted away in the evening breeze, gradually dispersing into the night.
“Grandma, thank you for spending all day with me, even though we didn’t discover my brother-in-law’s lineage in the end.”
Grandma smiled gently, “No worries. But if there’s ever something else like this, be sure to call me again.”
Isar grinned as she slung an arm around Grandma’s shoulder, heading towards the stairs, “Didn’t expect you to still be so nosy at your age, Grandma!”
“Is it just for you young folks to be nosy?”
“Not at all. But next time, I might look into something else.”
“Like what?”
“Little Luo and the brother-in-law’s third little one… or something~”
The pair left the terrace, and silence enveloped the space.
A piece of still-smoldering paper gently drifted from the air, its edges still glowing faintly.
That last flicker burned fiercely, and just before it extinguished, it turned the words ‘Humans’ to ashes without a trace.
