Vol 7. Chapter 40: That’s My Custom Classroom Play

After five intense days, the vice principal selection trials at Saint Heath Academy concluded smoothly.

Leon was elected as the new vice principal without dispute—though before officially assuming the post, he’d have to complete a five-year “probationary period.”

In the past, Leon might’ve found a five-year internship unbearably long. In any other position within the Human Empire, that kind of wait would have someone slamming the table and quitting on the spot.

But after living among dragons for so long, Leon found himself growing less and less sensitive to the passage of time.

So, whereas the old Leon would’ve said, “Five years?! Are you kidding me?”, now he simply thought, “Only five years.”

Resolute. Calm.

And somewhat strangely, when Principal Wilson announced his victory, Leon’s emotions were just as muted.

No intense elation.

If anything... a bit of confusion?

He wasn’t sure.

Leon couldn’t quite put into words what he was feeling.

It wasn’t until Little Eagle dropped him and the girls off at their front gate that he finally snapped back to reality.

“Mama! Papa’s the new vice principal!”

Moon leapt off Little Eagle’s back and ran full speed toward Rosvisser, who was already waiting by the temple gates. She didn’t even bother to take off her backpack.

The Dragon Queen bent forward slightly, one hand on her knee, the other cupping Moon’s cheek.

“Alright, then from now on, you’ll be able to see Daddy anytime you’re at school.”

Moon nodded excitedly.

“If I have a nightmare again, I can just go straight to the vice principal’s office!”

The younger sisters followed, hopping down one by one. Leon carried the clinging Muse into the house.

“Good work. Go get some rest.”

He patted Little Eagle’s wing and then crouched to set Muse down.

As the girls scurried toward the door, each one took turns greeting Rosvisser. Then she turned to Leon with a smile.

“Congratulations, Leon—or should I say, Vice Principal Casmod?”

Leon scratched his head awkwardly, eyes darting around, clearly a little embarrassed.

Praise from outsiders never meant much to him. No matter how over-the-top it got, Leon barely reacted.

But one playful tease from his wife, and he’d be grinning like an idiot, totally at a loss.

“It’s not official yet,” Leon mumbled. “Still got five years of internship.”

“Five years? That’ll fly by in a blink.”

Of course, to pureblood dragons, five years was practically nothing.

Leon nodded.

“Let’s make something special for dinner tonight. It lines up with the girls’ weekend break, too.”

Rosvisser opened her mouth to respond—but paused. She’d caught something in Leon’s tone and expression.

“...Feels a little strange.”

She thought for a moment, eyes fixed on him, but didn’t ask further. She simply smiled and said,

“Alright. I’ll tell Anna and the others to start preparing.”

And so the family returned home.

Hours later, the maid corps had prepared a lavish banquet in the dining hall to celebrate Lord Leon’s successful appointment as vice principal of the Academy.

For the Silver Dragons, this was without doubt a monumental event.

Securing such an influential position in the Academy meant that the clan’s standing within all of dragonkind would soon rise again.

Connections, resources, prestige—they were all within reach.

Anna even felt that a single banquet wasn’t nearly enough to celebrate something this exciting.

But their majesties had always been modest, so they opted not to make a grand spectacle of it.

At the dinner table, the daughters enthusiastically discussed how their campus lives would change now that their father was vice principal.

“Dad, once you start, you’ve got to schedule way more outdoor combat classes. Right now we only get three a semester. You can bump that to thirty, right?”

The Overachiever Princess said “thirty” with such dead seriousness, as if she had no idea how terrifying that would be for a normal young dragon.

General Leon (laughing): “I’ll do my best, sweetheart.”

Moon: “Papa, once you’re working at school, please find the cafeteria manager and make sure there’s black pepper steak on the menu every day!”

She paused, then added:

“Oh—and if students from different classes and years are allowed to share dorms, then I can sleep in the same room as Sis!”

General Leon (still smiling with a twitching brow): “Dad will try his best too...”

Muse: “I don’t want anything else. Papa, please make the ‘Campus Evening Voice’ talent show a real thing already. Grandpa Wilson promised it ages ago, and we still haven’t had it!”

General Leon: “Alright, alright, noted.”

Then came Leon’s favorite—his little bundle of chaos.

Pink fluffball sat there, face deadly serious, as if pondering something of grave importance.

Leon couldn’t help but feel gratified.

He never expected that Aurora, the one who usually just loved drama, would turn out to be the most mature in this moment.

Aurora: “Dad, I want to be the Young Dragons Division’s grade director.”

“......”

Your dad’s the vice principal, not the genie from Aladdin.

Anyway, the kids were clearly looking forward to their future school life.

Having a vice principal for a dad—it was something worth celebrating no matter how you looked at it.

After dinner, the couple went for a walk in the sanctuary’s rear garden.

“Principal Wilson said I can report to the Academy whenever I feel ready,” Leon said.

Rosvisser nodded, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Sounds good to me. So when are you thinking of going?”

Leon held her hand. Their steps were slow and steady.

He thought for a bit, then said:

“I don’t really need to prepare anything. I’ll probably go after the weekend—return to the Academy with the girls. They’ll go to class, I’ll go to work.”

Rosvisser chuckled behind her hand.

“Well now, that really is convenient. You’ll all be commuting together.”

She paused, then suddenly furrowed her brows and feigned a look of melancholy.

“Ahh... and I’ll be all alone, left behind in this empty temple...”

At those words, Leon came to a stop.

He could tell she was joking.

But he couldn’t be certain... was it really just a casual tease, or was she masking her true feelings?

Either way, the reality remained: Rosvisser would be spending more time alone here at the sanctuary.

“...Hm? What’s wrong?”

Noticing he hadn’t followed, Rosvisser turned back and found Leon staring into space.

He gave his head a little shake and came back to himself.

“Ah... it’s nothing.”

She blinked at him, then crossed her arms under her chest and tilted her head slightly, eyeing him.

“I think you’re acting weird, Leon. No—not weird, just... off. Not as happy as you should be.”

Leon looked stunned. “What do you mean, ‘not as happy’?”

“You won’t get it even if I explain. You’ve always been super competitive—every contest, every challenge, you always wanted first place. And you were always happy when you won. But this time... you don’t seem that happy. I noticed it the moment you got home. Mind telling me why?”

Leon hesitated, then shook his head.

“I’m not unhappy or anything... it’s just, I don’t know how to describe this feeling. But I can promise you, Rosvisser, I really am not upset. If I had to put it into words...”

The Queen arched an eyebrow. “Yes?”

“...It’s just... if you had a post at the Academy too, then maybe we could have a secret workplace romance! Forbidden office love! Real classroom play, right there!”

“......I worry too much about you!”