Shut Up, Malevolent Dragon! I Don’t Want to Have Any More Children With You

Vol 9. Chapter 70: Devil’s Whisper

The brief family outing came to an end along with the close of Noa’s holiday.

On the night they returned from Sky City, Leon and Rosvisser talked for a long time on the balcony.

Most of their conversation centered on Noa and Moon.

After all, among the children in the household, only the two of them had reached a particularly critical stage of life.

Even though dragon children awakened early, the sensitivity and rebellion that came with growing up still had to be experienced.

And since the sisters were human–dragon hybrids, their emotional shifts during adolescence would naturally display certain traits typical of human girls.

By the end of their discussion, the couple came to the same conclusion.

It was unrealistic to expect Moon to fully understand everything Kaiser had said overnight.

She needed time to digest it, to comprehend it, and to slowly feel Noa’s love and care through her own heart.

“By the way,” Rosvisser said, “when you were Noa’s age, what were you thinking about every day?”

With the topic of the girls mostly settled, she grew curious about Leon’s past instead.

Leon shrugged.

“Haven’t you already looked through my past yourself?”

“Looking doesn’t mean knowing what you were actually thinking,” Rosvisser replied.

Leaning against the balcony railing, arms folded, she smiled faintly at him.

“Were you like Noa too? Always thinking about how to prove yourself, or how to become stronger?”

Leon did not dodge the question. He nodded directly.

“More or less. I craved honor back then, so I worked harder than most of my classmates.”

Rosvisser nearly forgot—back when she and Leon were still rivals who loved and fought each other in equal measure, he had constantly gone on about rankings and titles.

Every first place, every honor award, memorized so thoroughly it rolled right off his tongue.

Back then, Leon was like a non-thinking machine set on a fixed program.

The moment Rosvisser said something like “I’m stronger than you,” it would instantly trigger General Leon’s automatic counterattack:

“What championship did you win?”

Thinking back on it, the queen could not help laughing.

Leon blinked in confusion when he saw her suddenly laugh.

“What are you laughing at?”

Rosvisser waved her hand.

“Nothing. I just suddenly thought… the old you was kind of cute.”

Leon frowned at once.

Rosvisser had expected praise to put him into full devoted-husband mode, but seeing the serious, gloomy look on his face, she immediately panicked.

“What’s wrong? You’re not happy I praised you?”

“Didn’t you say before that ‘cute’ is an insult among dragons?”

“…”

She had forgotten about that.

Rosvisser rubbed her forehead with a laugh and sighed.

“Well… cute isn’t really an insult to dragons. It’s just not a word that’s purely complimentary the way it is in other cultures. I was teasing you back then. I didn’t think you’d remember it for so many years.”

Rosvisser teasing her husband, essentially.

“You’re obviously insulting me!”

Rosvisser: “I was merely joking.”

Leon sucked in a sharp breath and suddenly reached out, pulling her straight into his arms.

The queen startled and instinctively raised her hand between them.

“What are you doing? Why all of a sudden...”

“Do you know how painful it’s been all these years,” Leon said with deep grievance, “watching our daughters grow more and more adorable, yet never being able to find a suitable word to describe them?”

Rosvisser laughed helplessly.

“Sorry, sorry… you can feel free to use ‘cute’ to praise them from now on.”

“But they’re already past the age of being cute!” Leon protested. “They’re beautiful now, graceful, elegant, refined young ladies, they are...”

“Alright, alright,” Rosvisser quickly cut him off before the doting father spiraled further.

“You just want to praise your daughters as cute, right? I have a solution.”

“What solution?”

A mischievous smile curved at Rosvisser’s lips. She reached out, pressed down on Leon’s wrist, guided his hand to her waist, and slowly slid it downward.

“Just have another one.”

“Shut up, malevolent dragon, I do not want...”

“Shut up, human. Carry me to bed.”

Leon: ?

There was even spell interruption involved?

It seemed tonight would be another sleepless night.

Of course, when Rosvisser said “have another one,” it was only an excuse to drag Leon off to submit his marital duties.

Neither of them actually planned to have another child for now.

Taking care of the four overpowered children they already had was more than enough.

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Saint Heath Academy, Adult Dragon Division.

“Damn, this Noa newcomer is insane. She’s been in the Adult Dragon Division for less than half a year, and she’s already close to the top hundred on the points board.”

“I heard her very first mission ended with her carrying the entire team. Her strength’s no joke.”

“At this rate, this year’s Best Newcomer medal will probably go to her, right?”

“I think so too.”

…

In front of the mission points ranking board, many students had gathered to discuss.

With the academic year nearing its end, the academy would soon award commendations based on the rankings.

Aside from the top placements, there were also special honors.

Such as Best Newcomer, or Key Trainee.

After her two previous missions, everyone unanimously believed that this year’s Best Newcomer would undoubtedly be Noa.

And for Noa, that was merely the baseline. She might very well receive even more honors.

At the back of the crowd, Tucker stared silently at the rankings.

Because of his disobedience and reckless actions in the Cold Mist Forest, the academy had deducted a large number of his points and issued a punishment forbidding him from undertaking B-rank or higher missions for an entire year.

As a result, his ranking had dropped beyond two hundred—nearly at the bottom.

Even before the Cold Mist Forest mission, Noa had already been close to overtaking him.

After that incident, the gap had widened so much that he could no longer even see her name on the same board.

Catching up to Noa before this year’s award ceremony was utterly impossible.

More and more people gathered, and the praise directed at Noa only grew louder.

Tucker clenched his teeth, pulled up his hood, shoved his hands into his pockets, and silently withdrew from the crowd.

His pace was fast—almost like he was fleeing.

But he had not gone far when his steps abruptly halted.

A sharp buzzing filled his head.

He stopped in place, raised a hand to press against his temple, and frowned with his eyes shut.

“Damn it… why again…”

“Best Newcomer,” a broken, echoing voice murmured inside his mind. "That honor was supposed to be yours, wasn’t it, Tucker?”

Tucker shook his head violently, trying to drive the voice away.

It was useless.

“But are you really willing to let what belonged to you be stolen by Noa? You should take it back... take it back with your own hands.”

Tucker gritted his teeth and growled:

“Shut up… get out of my head!”

“Tell me to leave?” The voice chuckled darkly. “At this point, the only one willing to help you take revenge on Noa is me. You should trust me.”

Tucker bent forward, his body trembling slightly under the pounding inside his skull.

“I’m not thinking about revenge at all. I don’t have that deep of a grudge with Noa… shut up!”

“Say that to yourself if you want, Tucker,” the voice replied softly. “But you can’t fool me.”

It coaxed him gently, like a devil whispering at his ear.

“When you’ve thought it through, you’ll come to me on your own. I… will be waiting.”