Chapter 12: Wedding Gift

The married couple carried their children away from the teaching building.
Leon let out a relieved sigh.
Rosvitha looked at him and asked, “Why do you look so relieved?”
“Is it that obvious?” Leon asked back.
“Yes.”
Rosvitha said, “You might as well have written ‘Thank goodness that certain thing didn’t happen’ on your face.”
Leon scratched his head and said with a smile, “It’s nothing really, just glad we didn’t run into that old fellow the vice principal while dropping Noia off.”
Hearing this, the Dragon Queen’s eyes narrowed.
Indeed.
In the past, they would run into Vice Principal Wilson every time they came to the academy.
Though just running into him wasn’t really the issue.
It’s just that the old dragon bastard was truly a case of “old in body but young at heart,” always active on the frontlines of gossip and shipping couples.
Rosvitha believed that if the academy allowed it, the vice principal might even build a statue of her and Leon in the courtyard.
To commemorate their epic romance.
“Mm… not running into him is indeed a good thing.”
Rosvitha agreed, “Otherwise we might have had to deal with—”
“Is the Melkvi family here? Has the Melkvi family arrived?”
Before the couple could finish celebrating, they heard the communication stone on the academy’s street lamp calling their names.
The husband and wife looked at each other simultaneously, a bad premonition rising in their hearts.
“If the Melkvi family can hear this, please proceed to the administration building. Vice Principal Wilson awaits you there.”
Leon: …
Rosvitha: …
“I KNEW IT! Nothing good ever happens when we celebrate too early!”
General Leon gritted his teeth.
There were basically no dragons in this world who could make him feel this speechless—until he met Vice Principal Wilson of Saint Hiss Academy.
This guy played a completely opposite role in Leon’s life compared to his beloved donkey.
Donkey was Leon’s childhood friend;
Old Wilson was purely the bull demon’s bull horse.
After not seeing each other for over half a year, Leon could only hope this old fellow understood the concept of “knowing when to stop.”
“Sigh, let’s go.” Rosvitha sighed.
The married couple accepted their fate and took their children to the administration building.
At the vice principal’s office door, Rosvitha raised her hand and knocked.
“Come in.”
The couple pushed open the door.
“Vice Principal.” Rosvitha greeted.
Hearing her voice, Wilson immediately looked up, and upon seeing it was the couple he shipped, he immediately darted out from behind his desk.
“Long time no see, it’s been so long since I’ve seen you both!”
The old dragon bastard immediately grabbed Leon’s hand, “I thought you weren’t at the academy.”
Leon’s lips twitched as he thought, if you had been just five minutes later, my wife and I would have successfully escaped!
Wilson was about to continue speaking, but his attention was suddenly drawn to the pink-haired little one in Leon’s arms.
He adjusted his monocle and exclaimed in surprise, “Is- is this your youngest daughter?!”
“…Yes, Vice Principal.” Rosvitha replied.
“I can’t believe that in just a few short years of marriage, you already have three daughters.”
Wilson was like he’d found a treasure, looking at Little Light and then at Muen, “In the future, please make sure to send both little princesses to study at the academy. Noia’s performance has been extraordinarily gifted, and I imagine her sisters won’t be far behind.”
Rosvitha smiled wryly, “About that… we’ll see, Vice Principal. They’re not old enough for school yet.”
As soon as she finished speaking, the Queen quickly changed the subject to avoid the old fellow finding an opening, “Come on, Muen, say hello to Grandpa Wilson.”
“Hello, Grandpa Wilson~” Muen said in her sweet voice.
“Good, good, good, hello little princess.”
Leon blinked beside them, mischief suddenly welling up inside him.
Making us suffer all the time, old fellow, time for you to taste some bitterness too!
He looked down at his youngest daughter,
“Little Light, would you like to say hello to Grandpa Wilson too?”
Little Light looked up, her pink pupils gazing at her dad, “Okay.”
Leon’s lips curved slightly upward as he held Little Light out toward Wilson.
“Vice Principal, you can hold her too.”
“Really, Mr. Leon! Thank you so much!”
Wilson reached out his hands, slowly moving toward Little Light.
The pink-haired little one looked innocently at the old grandfather before her.
Just as he was about to hold her, timing it perfectly—
Uppercut!
Rosvitha sucked in a sharp breath and quickly covered Muen’s eyes.
Vice Principal Wilson’s monocle traced a beautiful arc through the air before landing on the floor.
“Vice Principal are you okay Vice Principal!”
“I’m- I’m fine…”
“She’s just a child, she doesn’t know better, she’s just playing around, please don’t mind it Vice Principal.” Leon explained.
“How could I mind?”
The vice principal picked up his glasses, blew off the dust, and put them back on, “Judging from the force, the little princess is a promising martial arts talent, she’ll surely become an extraordinary martial artist in the future.”
And you’ll become an extraordinary punching bag, Leon thought privately.
Rosvitha looked at her rascal of a husband, knowing he did it on purpose.
But Little Light’s uppercut had also helped the couple settle their “social death grudge” from all those times.
After this small incident, Wilson got to the real matter at hand,
“Actually, I’m not the one who called you here.”
Rosvitha raised an eyebrow, “Then who?”
“The Principal.”
“Principal Angelina Olet is back?”
Rosvitha was somewhat surprised.
Principal Olet hadn’t appeared at the academy for quite a long time.
So long that Rosvitha had started to suspect the academy was becoming the vice principal’s domain.
“Yes. The Principal just returned yesterday, she might attend this year’s entrance ceremony.”
Wilson said, “But that’s not what we need to discuss. Please, follow me, I’ll take you to see Principal Olet.”
“Alright.”
Wilson walked in front.
The couple followed behind him.
Leon didn’t know much about this Angelina Olet.
He had heard Wilson mention her once a long time ago, and then only saw her mentioned in the book “Brief History of the Dragon Race.”
Regarding this principal, Leon had no special requirements – he just hoped she wouldn’t be as obsessed with shipping couples as the vice principal.
At the principal’s office, Wilson knocked three times on the door and respectfully said,
“Principal Olet, the Melkvis are here.”
“Mm, please come in.”
The vice principal opened the door, leading the couple into the office.
“Thank you, Wilson.”
Leon looked toward the voice.
Behind the desk sat a woman who, appearance-wise, looked about the same age as Rosvitha’s grandmother.
But since dragons’ true ages couldn’t be judged by appearances, Leon couldn’t tell exactly how many years the principal had lived.
She sat there composed, smiling, exuding an aura of maturity and steadiness.
“No trouble at all, Principal.”
Wilson became uncharacteristically serious. He bowed slightly and respectfully said, “I’ll leave you to talk while I handle some other work.”
“Very well, Wilson.”
The vice principal turned and left.
Olet looked at Leon and Rosvitha, making a “please” gesture with her hand, “Please, have a seat.”
Rosvitha nodded and sat down with Leon in front of the desk.
Olet’s gaze fell on the two young dragon girls, and she praised them with a smile,
“What adorable daughters. Are they both viviparous young dragons?”
“Yes, Principal.”
“Hmm, it seems you’re not a traditional dragon family.”
We’re not even entirely a dragon family, can you believe it, Leon secretly complained.
After some brief pleasantries, Rosvitha asked, “Principal, we haven’t heard from you in so many years. What have you been doing?”
“Before I answer that question, I’d like to show you something first.”
Saying this, Olet took out an exquisite small gift box from her desk drawer.
She pushed the small box in front of Rosvitha and gently opened it.
Inside was a delicate necklace.
The pendant on the necklace was a milky-white crystal that sparkled brilliantly in the sunlight.
“This is a wedding gift that your grandmother Veronica Melkvi asked me to pass on to you.”