Meanwhile, at an indoor playground near their home.0

“This is the ‘fun’ place…?” Yong-Yong blankly stared at the kids running around and playing.0

Yoon-Hee smiled and nodded her head.0

A small bouncy ball flew toward Yong-Yong and hit him on the cheek.0

“You don’t like it? I thought this place was perfect for someone your age…” Yoon-Hee said happily.0

“How… how old do you think I am?”0

“Hm, maybe around six… no, five?”0

Yong-Yong pressed his throbbing forehead with his paw and muttered, “Uh…”0

“Hmm?”0

“I am over eight thousand years old.”1

Yong-Yong had long passed his hatchling days and had become a fully grown dragon. It had been over two millennia since he had become the king of all dragons, feared and revered by his kind. The tyrant, the emperor, the Dragon Lord Izaas—these were all titles he once held.0

But now… 0

“An indoor playground? Really?” Yong-Yong shouted, slamming his foot on the bouncy ball rolling on the floor.0

He hadn’t often rebelled against Yoon-Hee, but this time, he simply couldn’t forgive her. He needed to establish the hierarchy in this house,...0