Vol 6. Chapter 137: Buhao! My Husband’s Offering!

The voices from the training field broke Aurora’s train of thought. She looked up to see that her big sister was already walking in with their teacher. Father and daughter stood facing each other, both dressed in matching gray training uniforms. Leon had one hand on his hip and raised an index finger, explaining patiently:

"Dad already taught all you sisters before, so with your current martial arts foundation, you shouldn’t have much trouble with next semester’s courses."

Although the Crown Princess had earned the title of “Overachiever Princess,” always getting a head start on studying each semester’s material... what they learned at home was ultimately still different from what was taught at the academy.

So both father and daughter had always treated these extracurricular lessons as the foundation. Once Noa arrived at the academy and began formal coursework, she could build on this already solid base and continue to grow.

"But the Gates of Nine Hells is a set martial art style—every move and technique has a defined form."

Leon continued, "And since you’ve already laid your foundation, the next step is to develop your own unique martial style based on it."

He paused, then asked, "Do you remember that promotion exam from a long time ago?"

Noa nodded. "I remember, Dad. We were supposed to qualify for promotion in the Demon Moon Forest, but after the fight with Dragon King Adam on the battle training grounds, the academy had to revert to the old exam system to avoid another incident. You even snuck into the group of evaluating instructors to personally test how well I’d learned."

Leon smiled, rubbing Noa’s small head affectionately.

"At the time, Class 6-1’s attack route was too formulaic. Do you understand what that means?"

"I do."

During that exam, Leon had worn his black-gold armor and cosplayed as one of the academy instructors, engaging Noa in a real sparring match.

In that fight, Noa had already begun shaping her own combat style. Using the recoil from Shadow Soldier · Breaking Army, she successfully flanked Leon and launched a surprise attack.

For someone not even ten years old at the time, that was a spectacular move—one that’s still talked about among Saint Heath Academy students and teachers today.

"And after realizing that flaw, you quickly # Nоvеlight # adapted your offensive approach. That was the first time you showed a style that belonged solely to you."

Leon said,

"Agile and unpredictable, bold yet careful, turning disadvantages into advantages—these are your strengths. But even with all that, your unique fighting style still hasn’t matured into a distinct school of technique. To put it simply, it’s just a flash of brilliance. Right now, you still can’t sustain that style over prolonged combat. That’s related to your physical development and combat experience."

Noa blinked and nodded seriously.

"So what should I do now, Dad?"

"You need to draw on techniques from many different schools, and eventually refine them into a system that’s uniquely yours."

Leon slowly crouched down.

He intended to make his eye level match his daughter’s.

But as he crouched, he realized—Noa had already grown quite tall.

He actually had to tilt his head up a bit just to meet her gaze.

That thought made Leon a little emotional—time really did fly.

Shaking his head free of sentiment, he placed a hand on Noa’s shoulder and looked straight into her eyes.

"Everything I taught you before followed a fixed sequence. From here on out, I’ll teach you all the combat experience and techniques I’ve developed over the years. You can use that as a foundation to develop your own fighting method."

Hearing that, Noa’s eyes lit up.

"Really, Dad?"

Leon smiled and nodded.

"Of course it’s real."

The reason Noa was so excited was because she had always regarded her father as the milestone on her path to strength.

Although Dad had always taught her all kinds of magic and martial skills with dedication, those were still standard content. Even if Leon hadn’t taught her, Noa would’ve eventually learned them on her own once she grew up.

But now—Dad was about to pass on his exclusive “secret techniques.” This was something Noa had always dreamed of.

It was like the difference between an “inner disciple” and an “outer disciple” in a martial sect.

Whatever the outer disciples could learn, inner disciples could learn too.

But the things outer disciples couldn’t learn—those inner disciples still could.

It’s not that Leon had been hiding things on purpose. It was just that, until now, Noa’s foundation hadn’t been solid enough. Even if she knew the theory, she wouldn’t have been able to execute it in real combat.

But now, after all she’d been through, it was finally time for her to take things to the next level.

"Then let’s get started."

"Yes, Dad!"

Noa wagged her little tail behind her, face full of excitement and anticipation.

...

...

"Moon! Aurora! Ti~ wawuwawu~"

Voices came from the grass outside the training grounds—it was Grandma Cecilia.

The three little ones and Xiaoxue turned to look.

There stood the beautiful red-haired woman, beckoning to them from behind the bushes.

The kids walked over.

"What is it, Grandma?" Aurora asked.

"Your mom isn’t that busy today, right? So can we finally carry out the plan we talked about before?"

Cecilia’s ruby-like eyes sparkled with stars, full of hopeful anticipation.

Aurora suddenly remembered. "Oh~~ right, right, right! I almost forgot. We promised to bring you along. This time, we’ll let you personally experience the Melkvey family’s New Snow tradition!"

Seeing Moon and Muse practically bouncing with excitement, Xiaoxue scratched her head in confusion.

"What are you talking about? I don’t get it."

"You go find Dad and Big Sis. Tell them we’re meeting in the rear courtyard of the Sanctuary later."

"Eh? Is it some kind of family party~?"

"A party?..."

Aurora frowned in thought. "Well... if there are enough people, then yeah, I guess you could call it a party."

"Yay~ I’ll go tell Uncle Leon and Noa right now!"

She happily dashed off toward the training field.

Cecilia and her granddaughters watched her back, all wearing the exact same classic villainous smile:

We’ve finally waited for this day...

...

...

"Good afternoon."

"Mom!"

"Aunt Rosvisser, good afternoon."

The silver-haired beauty strolled lazily into the training ground.

She looked great today—face relaxed, a soft, lazy smile on her lips.

Seeing father and daughter still sitting on the grass to rest, Rosvisser asked,

"Still training?"

"Mhm! Dad’s teaching me a bunch of stuff I’ve never learned before. It’s amazing—I could keep learning for hours."

Rosvisser smiled and pinched her daughter’s cheek.

"That’s great then. If he doesn’t teach you properly, just come tell me secretly, and Mom will give him a lesson."

Noa played along, nodding solemnly. "I will, Mom."

Listening to the mother-daughter double act, General Leon snorted in mock disdain.

Of course, his disdain wasn’t because he didn’t think Rosvisser would actually do it.

It was because...

When Rosvisser wanted to “punish” him, she never needed any reason at all.

"Auntie," Xiaoxue said, "Aurora told me earlier that we’re all gathering in the back courtyard later. I think there’s a party!"

Rosvisser blinked. "A party?..."

"Mhm!"

Xiaoxue looked both excited and curious, clearly very intrigued.

But the moment Rosvisser heard the words "Aurora," she immediately sensed...

This probably wasn’t going to be that simple.

A party, in broad daylight, out of nowhere...?

Rosvisser’s silver eyes swept over the group.

Leon, Noa, Xiaoxue—and herself...

——

"Buhao! My husband’s offering!"