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

Serafina stood quietly beside the throne, moonlight filtering through the intricate patterns of the dome and falling on her long, silvery-white hair, creating a soft, hazy glow.

She looked down at the little black dragon in her arms, who was trying hard to maintain the majesty of the Dragon King but couldn't hide his shyness. A playful smile spread deep in her silver eyes.

She withdrew her hand, slowly smoothing a strand of her long, silvery hair behind her ear, her tone undisguisedly teasing: "You?"

"I'm not trying to discourage you, but little black dragon, with your current petite stature, it seems like you're set for life and will never grow any taller."

"The physical form and skeletal structure of dragons are basically finalized in their infancy. The details will only be optimized as their spiritual power and origin increase, but their height will not change significantly."

"In other words—you are now at your highest level in this life."

[System Notification: Fatal Strike! The Silver Dragon King has mastered the little black dragon's most prized weakness!]

[System Commentary: Height anxiety is the Eternal Night Dragon King's lifelong Achilles' heel; this old fox knows how to exploit it perfectly!]

This statement pinpointed exactly what Elva cared about most.

Her eyes widened suddenly, her golden pupils shrinking to thin vertical slits in an instant. The dissatisfaction, resentment, and furious rage in her eyes surged several times over. Her small body tensed slightly, and her fierce, adorable aura was fully unleashed.

"Who, who said I can't grow tall! You have no idea about the physique of the Eternal Night Dragon Clan!"

"I'm still young, I'll definitely grow taller in the future, stop talking nonsense!"

Seeing her fierce yet cowardly appearance, Seraphina's smile deepened, but she deliberately softened her tone, as gentle as if coaxing a tantrum-throwing child:

"Yes, I understand. Our Eluvia is still young and has unlimited potential. She will definitely grow taller in the future."

She verbally comforted the little black dragon, but her bright silver eyes betrayed a mischievous glint in them, clearly indicating that she was just being perfunctory and deliberately teasing him.

"So you should be obedient, get some rest, and have a good night's sleep. Maybe you'll absorb some vital energy in your dreams and secretly grow taller when you wake up?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her hand again.

This time, the movement was extremely gentle. Cool and delicate palms were gently placed on the top of Elvia's head, slowly stroking down her fluffy, soft, dark purple hair. The force was gentle and soothing, as if patiently comforting a little kitten whose fur had become frizzy and weak.

"Okay, stop being stubborn. It's getting dark, go to sleep now."

"I...I wasn't making a fuss!" Eluvia opened her mouth to retort, but the words lost their conviction.

The gentle warmth of Serafina's palm was so soothing, spreading from the top of her head to the back of her neck, carrying a strange calming power that instantly relaxed her tense nerves.

In a daze, a faint sense of familiarity rose in her heart, as if a long time ago, someone had gently stroked her hair, patiently coaxed her to sleep, and dispelled her unease about being alone.

A wave of fatigue washed over her instantly, and her once bright and clear gilded vertical pupils began to be covered with a thin layer of mist, her eyelids drooping incessantly.

"You...you don't think you can get away with this..." Her voice was completely tinged with drowsiness, soft and indistinct, utterly lacking in any threat, like a kitten whimpering and pleading.

"I haven't settled accounts with you yet... You always act on your own and bully others..."

When she spoke the last few words, her voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.

Serafina paused slightly, a gentle light flashing in her silver eyes.

She didn't say much, but continued to soothe the baby, gently stroking her long hair again and again, patiently waiting for the little one to fall asleep completely.

A moment later, Eluvia's breathing became long and steady, and she fell into a deep sleep.

She nestled softly in Luo Ye's warm embrace, her smooth forehead gently pressed against his firm chest, her long, deep purple hair cascading freely onto the soft cushions of the throne, spreading out a romantic dark purple hue.

The dragon's tail, which had been swinging wildly, finally calmed down and rested softly on Luo Ye's wrist. The fluffy black pom-pom at the tip of the tail rose and fell gently with her even breathing.

The little guy's lips curled up slightly in a shallow arc, his cheeks were plump and soft, I don't know if he was dreaming of fragrant roasted meat or the good thing of growing taller smoothly, his whole face was full of peace and contentment.

Serafina withdrew her hand, looking at the little black dragon who had completely relaxed, a soft smile appearing in her silver eyes.

"Go to sleep. You can grow taller when you wake up."

The soft murmur fell to the wind, unanswered; the sleeping Elvia heard nothing.

Luo Ye lowered his eyes and looked at the girl sleeping peacefully in his arms. Looking at her soft and defenseless sleeping face, a gentle and doting smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.

He raised his hand and gently gathered her loose, dark purple hair with his fingertips, lightly brushing away the stray strands of hair that obscured her eyebrows and eyes from her forehead. His movements were gentle and careful, as if he were afraid of disturbing her sweet dreams.

After tidying everything up, he slowly raised his eyes and looked at Serafina, who was quietly watching everything from a distance.

The moonlight of the night pierced through the domed skylight, gently scattering down and coating Serafina's long, silvery hair with a cool, moonlit glow. Her silver eyes reflected the starlight and her own image.

The two stood a few steps apart, gazing at each other silently in the still of the night. No words were needed; they simply smiled at each other, a silent ambiguity and tacit understanding flowing in the air.

[System notification: The late-night atmosphere is at its peak, with sweetness and ambiguity both exceeding the limit!]

Meanwhile, in the vast night sky outside the Eternal Night Dragon's Nest, a small, snow-white figure was swaying and flying.

The little white dragon delivering the message fluttered its tiny wings, flying languidly and unsteadily, muttering the mission message it had misremembered over and over again:

"The Water Dragon Clan wants to find a royal consort... The Water Dragon Clan wants to find a royal consort..."

Its small body swept across the light and shadow where the sunrise and night met, gave a soft yawn, shook its fluffy little head, and continued to fly slowly toward the Eternal Night Dragon's Nest.

Completely unaware that his misremembered words were about to ignite a massive, epic battle that would span the entire continent.