The murmurs in the crowd grew louder as dragons and students alike exchanged bewildered glances. A dragon had just backed down—without a fight. That was unheard of.
Cua, standing beside Asher, burst into laughter. "Pfft—Father, did you see that? You didn't even have to lift a finger!"
Sylva smirked, crossing her arms. "As expected of my husband. Just his presence alone is enough to make them surrender."
Asher groaned, rubbing his temples. "I'm not your husband."
"Not yet," Sylva corrected with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Serena looked at them absentmindedly, thinking, If you bring the final boss, the Dragon Queen, into the equation, of course, the poor guy will back off.
She sighed heavily as she observed Asher's confused expression and Cua and Sylva's proud faces.
Don't tell me... their loose screws are rubbing off on him, she thought gravely.
Asher let out a deep sigh, rubbing his temples. "You two are impossible."
