The boy nodded.
"Okay, thanks, Dad."
"Oh, honey, look how sensible our son is. Do you think other dragon families' kids can speak this well at his age?"
His wife proudly patted their son's shoulder.
"When you weren't home, I took great care of the child."
"I can tell. Mom really excels at raising the next generation. We have to treat Mom to something nice today."
"Hehe, I'm just basking in our son's glory."
"Listen to yourself. You and the child are equally important to me. Besides, if he's so outstanding, doesn't that prove you taught him well?"
"What do I know about raising children? We still need professional teachers—oh, darling, that enrollment qualification you mentioned last time, can you apply for our son?"
"I already asked Mr. Dunstan. He's a pureblood red dragon, and he promised that for thirty thousand crowns, he could get our son into Sodore Academy. It was personally founded by the Dragon Island chieftain. In the past, it only admitted pureblood dragons, but in recent decades, they started opening up spots because they didn't have enough students."
"That's wonderful. Son, did you hear that? Once you get in, study hard and make friends with those pureblood dragons. After you graduate, you won't have to be like Mom—hunting with a bow during the day, weaving that Elven Silk at night, trapped in the elves' great forest your whole life, unable to leave."
"Don't worry, Mom. After I graduate, I'll open a textile company on Dragon Island and hire you, Aunt Yimo, and all the others as factory workers. Everyone can come to Dragon Island and make money."
"Oh, look at that, dear. This is our son. He's already thinking about his family at such a young age."
"Waaah, waaah..."
"Honey, keep it down. You scared Nini