Mr. Dragon Knight, the dragon girls are chasing you!

Luo Ye shook his head with an honest expression: "I was just remarking that Eluvia's current personality is indeed predictable. What happened next?"

Serafina's gaze drifted further and further away, sweeping over layers of clouds and looking towards the endless sky, her voice tinged with a faint sadness.

"Later... it became an inescapable destiny."

"Elena knows better than anyone that marrying the Eternal Night Dragon King is like bearing an inescapable curse of a short life, with an uncertain future and an unknown ending."

"But she couldn't bear to part with her loved ones, and even more so with her young, helpless daughter."

"So when Eluavia was just born and still innocent, Elena entrusted her to the care of the clan elders and resolutely left the Eternal Night Mountains with her lover."

"Before she left, she made a special trip to see me one last time."

"She didn't say where she was going, but just smiled as always, patted my shoulder, and solemnly entrusted me with this task."

She said, "You are my best friend in this life, please take care of my children for me."

The rhythm of the dragon's wings suddenly slowed down.

"And then, she never came back."

As dawn broke, the warm golden morning light pierced through the thick clouds, spreading across the entire sky and dyeing the vast sea of ​​clouds a gentle orange-red.

Luo Ye remained silent, not pressing for further details.

He knew this topic must be very heavy for Serafina.

After a moment, he changed to a slightly lighter question: "So, you're taking extra care of Eluvia... because of her mother?"

Serafina chuckled softly:

I guess so.

I met her a few times when she was a child.

"She was only a few decades old then, a tiny young dragon—about this size."

She gestured with her dragon claw to indicate the size, roughly equivalent to the size of a medium-sized dog:

"It was covered in black downy feathers, and its wings hadn't fully grown out yet. When it flew, it wobbled and often crashed into the bushes."

"But she was incredibly stubborn. She never cried when she fell; she would get up and keep flying, fall again, get up again, fall again, until she could fly steadily."

"Back then, she would follow me around every day, calling me 'Sister Sera,' 'Sister Sera,' and asking me all sorts of questions—"

"Sister Sera, why are your scales silvery-white?"

"Sister Sera, why are you glowing?"

"Sister Sera, do you know my mother? Where did she go?"

Serafina's voice carried a gentle smile:

"She was so cute back then."

"It's soft and chewy, like a little black dumpling, making you want to pinch it."

"That's why I never view the Eternal Night Dragon Clan with racial prejudice."

"She taught me one thing—don't judge a person entirely because of their background or race."

"So even if there are many grudges between the Silvermoon Dragon Clan and the Eternal Night Dragon Clan, I have never carried on those grudges to Eluvia."

Luo Ye nodded thoughtfully.

He finally understood why Serafina was so tolerant of Eluvia—not only because of her mother, but also because of the "transcending prejudice" spirit she had learned from Elena.

Just as Luo Ye was secretly sighing, Serafina suddenly changed the subject, her gentle and relieved smile instantly turning into a sly and mischievous one, and her aura subtly shifted.

"Unfortunately, like Elena, I am also a person who loves and hates intensely."

Her enormous silver-white dragon head turned slightly to the side, her clear, translucent silver-white vertical pupils locking directly onto Luo Ye, her eyes filled with undisguised possessiveness and amusement, her tone languid yet carrying a hint of forceful warning.

"So, if the little black dragon wants to have you all to himself and leave me out... I absolutely disagree."

Luo Ye: "..."

He was silent for a moment, then shook his head.

He should have felt sorrow—for Elena, for the Eternal Night Dragon King, and for the little black dragon in his arms who had never had parents.

But looking down at Eluvia's unguarded sleeping face, that sadness was suddenly pushed aside by another, even more outrageous thought.

"...That's not what I was thinking about," he said thoughtfully.

"I'm thinking about something else."

Seraphina paused slightly, the mischievous smile in her eyes fading somewhat: "What is it?"

Luo Ye's expression became somewhat subtle. After considering for a moment, he finally spoke:

"Dragons are considered adults at six thousand years old, which is equivalent to eighteen years old in humans."

"So, Eluvia's father was probably over five thousand years old when he was with her mother, right?"

Serafina nodded without hesitation: "Yes, around five thousand three hundred years old."

"Over five thousand years old..." Luo Ye stroked his chin, nodding thoughtfully.

"In other words, when her mother married her father, according to the dragon race's lifespan scale, six thousand years was equivalent to eighteen years in human years—so wasn't her mother a sucker for young boys?"

Serafina's dragon wings paused, her mind suddenly went blank, and in her silver-white vertical pupils, composure and nostalgia shattered at the same time.

"...?"