Little Light immediately leaned back into her aunt's face, pinching her red hair, and said in a sweet voice,
"We're not in a hurry, Auntie. Wait until you're done with your work, then we'll go together~"
Since it was a plan to go as a family from the beginning, there was no need to change it because of a miserable failure in a revival match.
"Well… won't this delay you and Muwen's school enrollment?" Isha asked.
"It won't, Auntie,"
Muwen, resting against her father's chest, replied, "Anyway, the test is still a month away. It's not too late to take the photo after a few days, and maybe grandma will be back by then~ Then we can take a super~~~~ big family photo."
"Yeah, sis, there's no problem delaying it. The most important thing is that the whole family is together." Rossweise added.
Leon pressed his lips together and glanced at the oldest daughter in Rossweise's arms.
Coincidentally, Noah was also looking back at him.
The father and daughter exchanged glances, and it seemed they both silently agreed on this:
Everything you wanted to say, you said. So what about me and my daughter/my dad?
After a brief exchange of glances, both father and daughter simply closed their mouths.
Isha nodded, "Alright, I'll have everything fixed up within a week, then we'll go together."
"Mm."
As they were chatting, a Red Dragon guard suddenly hurriedly ran over.
He rushed to Isha, knelt halfway, and gasped as he said, "Your Majesty, something bad has happened! We were about to deal with Constantine's head, but there was an accident!"
Upon hearing this, Leon immediately asked, without waiting for Isha to speak, "What happened? Did someone steal his head?"
After the crisis of the spatial rift ended, Leon noticed that Constantine's dragon head, which had been hanging on the border of the Silver Dragon Territory, had mysteriously dIshappeared.
Having experienced tonight's battle, Leon didn't doubt that it was the Empire's people who had stolen Constantine's head.
Now that old Constantine's resurrection had failed, and Bly's heart-protecting dragon scale had been destroyed, the Empire likely had no reason to retrieve his head.
But… the Empire never follows logic.
If they could create such a stitched monster, what couldn't they do?
"Yes… yes, Prince Leon. We were about to transport Constantine's head to the border to burn it, but we suddenly encountered a very fast giant dragon. While we weren't paying attention, it injured two members of our transport team and stole Constantine's head."
Isha's pupils shifted slightly, "Did you see what the dragon looked like?"
The guard paused briefly, then replied, "It was too dark. I couldn't see clearly, but I can confirm that the dragon's wings were iron-blue and had a metallic sheen under the moonlight."
"Iron-blue wings… metallic sheen… extremely fast…"
Isha muttered, "Was it the Iron Wing Dragon King?"
Hearing Isha's guess, Leon and Rossweise secretly exchanged glances.
They both thought that the one who stole Constantine's head must have been Iron Wing Dragon King, Fael.
When Principal Olette mentioned before, Fael had interfered with the dragon race's investigation project in the far north.
At the time, Leon speculated that Fael, like Constantine, Ravi, and the other dragon kings, was secretly collaborating with the Empire.
So it made sense that he would steal the head of this costly stitched monster for the Empire.
"We've already sent someone to pursue, but…" The guard bit his lip, seemingly hesitant to continue.
Isha, not wanting to pressure him, calmly said, "It's fine. The Iron Wing Dragon King's speed can rival Little Rose's Silver Dragon, so it's normal you couldn't catch up. You can leave now."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The guard left.
Isha withdrew her gaze, muttering, "Why would the Iron Wing Dragon King steal Constantine's head… Is he connected to that mysterious organization your brother-in-law mentioned?"
Upon hearing this, Leon took a sharp breath.
How did his sister's ability to deduce things become so strong?
Not only strong but also very accurate.
No wonder she could go toe-to-toe with me on those little games like "Jump Seven"… Leon silently sighed in his heart.
"Maybe… or maybe he stole Constantine's head for some other purpose."
Thinking it over, Leon gave a rather vague answer.
He couldn't say much more.
The situation tonight had been too chaotic, with problem after problem, and even Leon couldn't come up with a perfect excuse in such a state.
So it was more about muddling through, playing dumb, and throwing out smoke screens.
As long as Isha didn't connect it back to the Empire, he was fine.
Isha sighed deeply, "Ah, I don't know when the world became so chaotic."
Leon, feeling a little guilty, glanced at his sister-in-law, silently answering in his heart:
Since I married your sister.
…
The iron-blue giant dragon sped through the night sky, flapping its dragon wings, causing a deafening sonic boom.
Under its claws was the head of a fellow dragon.
The head had long been decayed, and its owner should have been resting underground by now.
But it had been turned into a chaotic and tragic monster by the Empire's old fools.
Fael didn't know how to describe his feelings at this moment.
He wasn't sympathizing with Constantine; dragons rarely feel such emotions for other dragons outside their kin.
He was simply worried, wondering if his future fate might end up like Constantine's—
Even in death, never at peace.
"Maybe Ravi was right. Once you get involved with the Empire, it's hard to walk away clean…"
Fael silently recalled the time he spent in the far north. Ravi, who was skilled in space magic, had discussed the Empire many times with him.