It was past midnight when Thundercloud sent a message:
The next meeting would begin at 8 a.m. the next day. Until then, players could either rest—or go out and continue doing tasks.

Leon lay on the bed in his room, one arm behind his head, lazily tossing the Black Sacred Stone up and down.

He couldn’t sleep.

The reason was simple: it was his first time playing this kind of immersive simulation game. Even someone like Leon couldn’t help feeling a little hyped and restless. Totally understandable.

But that didn’t mean he wanted to go run around doing quests in the middle of the night.

After all, the game lasted a full seventy-two hours—getting six or seven hours of good sleep was completely within reason.

“Tomorrow’s 8 a.m. meeting… that damned dragoness is definitely going to come at me hard and try to get everyone to vote me out.”

Given what he knew of Rosvisser, that was entirely within her character.

Like big sis Isha always said, when Little Ros did things, it wasn’t about strategy or logic.

She just wanted to have fun.

She would never pass up a chance to make Leon miserable.

And if she actually succeeded in eliminating him early in the game, she’d brag about it for a whole year.

Leon had come to accept this, frankly speaking, as the way of life under the “Queen’s Doctrine” of
“If I can snipe Leon in the early game, what higher glory could I ask for?”

So to avoid getting assassinated at the first opportunity, Leon needed to plan out his counterattack for tomorrow’s meeting.

While thinking, time crept forward. It was soon the early hours of the morning.

Still lying there, Leon stared at the ceiling, mentally drafting his ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) speech and plan of action for the hours to come.

Just then, the doorknob suddenly clicked.

Leon immediately tensed and looked toward the door.

The wooden panel slowly creaked inward, and a sliver of hallway light spilled in, casting the silhouette of a small figure.

“Daddy, Daddy, are you asleep? Moon can’t sleep and wants to cuddle.”

Hearing his sweet daughter, Leon almost responded on reflex.

But as he opened his mouth, he paused.

According to the in-game “bubble panel,” he’d drawn the card [Princess’s Friend]—that meant Noa.

Based on real-life sibling dynamics and their in-game roles, if Moon couldn’t sleep, she should’ve gone to Noa.

Not to the [King’s Old Friend].

After a short moment of analysis, Leon decided to… feign sleep.

“Daddy? Daddy?”

No answer.

“Okay, he’s asleep. Aurora, go go go!”

With confirmation, two small figures slipped inside.

Leon, still pretending to sleep, smirked.
He knew it—these little brats didn’t come here just because they “couldn’t sleep.”

They were definitely up to something.

He stayed still, curious to see what kind of stunt they were trying to pull.

“Aurora, are you sure that intel we found refers to Daddy?”

Aurora looked down at the intel card in her hand. On it was a single word:

【Only】

“Even if we can’t be 100% sure it’s him, the suspicion is high. Plus, he skipped the first meeting. Either way, we have to investigate Dad.”

Moon nodded. “Okay. Let’s search quick, before he wakes up.”

“Mhm!”

Hearing his daughters talk, Leon perked up at a key word:

【Only】

What the hell did that mean?

Could it be a clue from some mission they completed?

Given that his current identity was a lone wolf, this 【Only】 probably referred to him.

And as Aurora said, he’d skipped the first meeting.

Yeah… it was pretty suspicious.

So their late-night raid actually made sense.

Leon remained still, listening in.

The girls tiptoed around the room, checking the couch, coffee table, nightstand, bathroom, and even the fridge, but aside from his starter wooden box item, they found nothing useful.

“The Black Sacred Stone isn’t here,” Moon said, a little disappointed.

“Yeah… If I stole the Black Sacred Stone, I wouldn’t keep it in my own room either,” Aurora replied.

Just as they were talking, they heard a noise at the door.

Immediately, both girls froze.

“Someone else?” Moon whispered, nervous.

Aurora’s ears twitched. She glanced at the wardrobe next to them. “Hide first. Let’s see who it is.”

“Okay!”

Whoosh whoosh—

The two dove into the wardrobe, pressing themselves to the door as they listened for movement outside.

“Noa-chan, if Uncle Leon wakes up and finds us sneaking around, he won’t spank us, right?”

“No way. I’ll pout and whine at him and he’ll go soft.”

The Ultimate Overachiever Princess was, of course, a master of human psychology.

“That trick totally works,” she added proudly.

It had worked before. The “Daddy goes soft with one pout” technique was basically the definition of girl dad written across Leon’s face.

Of course, Noa had told Helena that earlier to help her relax. After all, this wasn’t her first time sneaking into her dad’s room, but Helena…

…had never done something like this before.

“Okay, let’s start looking!”

“Yeah!”

The Bestie Duo followed the same search pattern.

Meanwhile, in the wardrobe, Moon and Aurora opened a tiny slit and peeked through, two big eyes stacked vertically.

“It’s Big Sis!（★▽★）”

“And Helena ^_^”

Moon’s expression changed seamlessly—her face-swapping speed rivaled that of her queen mother.

“Aurora, should we go out and team up with them?”

Aurora fluffed her fur. “Better not. If they see us, they’ll definitely ask what clue we found that brought us to Dad’s room.”

“But our role is [Princess’s Friend]. Sharing clues should be fine, right?”

“Second Sis, the card says we’re the [Princess’s Friend], not the [Maid’s Friend]. If Helena has a secret objective or hidden win condition, we can’t risk giving her our info.”

Moon nodded, suddenly enlightened. “Wow, Aurora, you’re really good at this.”

“If you weren’t the first to die every time we play Werewolf at home, you’d be good at this too,” Aurora replied bluntly.

Moon: o(╥﹏╥)o

Meanwhile, the Bestie Duo also turned up nothing.

“Did we misinterpret the clue?” Helena murmured, pulling out her intel card.
【Only】

Leon, still motionless on the bed, twitched the corner of his mouth.

“Tch… this game really is out to get me. How come everyone got this clue? And I got nothing!”

“Maybe it just means the only male player?” Helena asked.

Noa thought carefully, then shook her head. “It’s probably not that simple. I think the ‘Only’ refers to something unique in essence—not just something like gender.”

“Hmm… makes sense. I was oversimplifying.”

“Yeah, we need more clues.”

While three of his daughters had placed him at the top of their suspect list, the general lying on the bed felt nothing but pride.

So proud of you girls for your independent thinking! Daddy’s proud!

Which meant Leon made a clear mental decision:

If I knife your mother… I’ll knife you little punks too.

We Melkveys do not skip the ancestral traditions of brutal fatherly love and suspiciously filial daughter behavior!

While basking in these sweet fatherly thoughts—

Click.

The door opened again.

“…Are you kidding me? Another visitor?!”

Noa and Helena clearly heard it too.

Just like the Bestie Duo before them, they dove into the wardrobe without hesitation.

Which meant—

Noa: ?
Helena: …
Moon: （＝。＝）

Aurora:（Battlefield… Wardrobe Edition!）

“You guys?! What are you doing here?” Noa whispered.

The pink-haired one blinked. “Uh… night jog?”

“Jogging into Dad’s room? At least try to make your excuse sound real!”

“Then why are you here, Big Sis?”

“Midnight snack,” Noa said with a straight face.

“…Seriously? It’s 2:30 in the morning!”

“Shhh—someone’s coming.”

The little dragon girls immediately fell silent.

Four pairs of wide eyes lined up top to bottom, peeking through the wardrobe slit.

“Who is it who is it who is it?” Aurora whispered.

“From the shadow… tall,” Helena observed.

“Could be Mom, Auntie, or Claudia.”

“Long hair.”

“Still could be Mom, Auntie, or Claudia.”

“Great figure.”

“Definitely—”

“Aurora~”

“Alright, alright! We know all three of them have amazing figures! You don’t need to keep repeating it!”

Aurora shook her head like a rattle drum. “No no no—I mean the person who came in has a great figure. It is Mom!”

Hearing that, all the girls instinctively held their breath, eyes fixed outside.

Click clack— the sound of heels approached.

A silver silhouette glided to Leon’s bedside.

Rosvisser.

Leon clenched his face like his life depended on it.

“…Damn it. What a night of ‘Bountiful Harvest.’ The small ones haven’t even left, and now the big one’s here.”

Wait a sec... Did this dragoness also get the “Only” clue?

Rosvisser slowly folded her arms under her chest, gazing down at Leon.

After a moment, she looked up at the clock.

Exactly 2:30 AM.

The queen smirked, then softly asked,

“Leon, tell me, the Black Sacred Stone—”

But halfway through her sentence, she paused.

Her expression sobered slightly. Brows furrowed.

“…If I use 2:30 a.m. to pry intel out of him, it’d be too easy to manipulate.”

She rubbed her temple, struggling internally. Then she snorted lightly,

“This Queen doesn’t commit such sins. But… it’d be a waste to let this moment slip. So let me ask something else.”

Leon (internal screaming): Don’t ask something weird don’t ask something weird don’t ask something weird! Your daughters are right behind you in the wardrobe!

“Leon, do you plan…”

Rosvisser lightly bit her lower lip. Moonlight spilled in through the window, casting a pale glow on her flushed cheeks.

Her silver eyes shimmered as she whispered,

“…to have another baby with me?”

Leon: ?

Noa: ?pro
Moon: ?pro max
Helena: ?pro max super
Aurora: （★▽★）！

“… Does this mean I, Aurora, am getting another little sister?!”