Shut Up Dragon! I Don't Want To Have Children With You Anymore

Compared to the metaphors and rhetoric she used earlier, this closing sentence seemed somewhat plain.

But only Leon and Rossweise could notice the small detail in their daughter's words:

When Rossweise and Leon appeared together, she always addressed "Mommy" first, then "Daddy."

But this time, she put Daddy first.

Noah was very fortunate to have a Daddy who could notice her small details.

And her Daddy was also very fortunate. Even though Noah didn't accept him at first, the love he gave her was no less than what he gave to Luna. And that love finally melted the barrier between father and daughter.

The father and daughter looked at each other. No excessive words were needed—everything had already been expressed through that essay. Now, just one glance was enough to understand each other's thoughts.

Rossweise watched this scene and felt quite relieved.

Although she and Leon always had some odd debates and competitiveness over their daughter, she had witnessed this entire journey with her own eyes.

From the beginning, when Noah said, "I don't allow you to touch me," to the first "Go, Daddy!" during the sports event, and now to "I have the best Daddy in the world"—Rossweise had seen it all.

She was the witness to the breaking of the ice between Leon and Noah. No one understood Leon's emotions at this moment better than she did.

Well, she originally wanted to tease her daughter afterward, asking why she wrote so much about Daddy in the essay and making Mommy jealous.

But after thinking about it, she decided to let it go.

A daughter having a complete and happy childhood was more important than anything else.

The vice principal stood beside the homeroom teacher, clapping while whispering, "So? It's not favoritism on my part, right? Noah's essay is truly outstanding."

The homeroom teacher nodded repeatedly, offering sincere praise without any flattery. "Her emotions are more genuine, and the writing flows better. No wonder Principal Ouellette expects her to write more—I also want to read more of her work now."

The vice principal joked, "Then why don't you arrange a few more essay contests?"

The homeroom teacher responded, "That's actually a good idea."

Sitting in the front row, the Leon couple vaguely overheard the conversation between the vice principal and the homeroom teacher amid the applause.

'More essay contests?'

'No way!'

'One 'date' like this is already our limit!'

'If there are more, I can't guarantee that I won't hang this old dragon on Sky City as the final attraction of our date.'

The small awards ceremony for the essay contest came to an end.

Afterward, some parents, who were familiar with each other, began chatting. Others approached the homeroom teacher to ask about their children's recent performance and studies.

Meanwhile, the vice principal kept Leon's family in the classroom.

Leon knew it—this old dragon wouldn't let them go so easily today, not after missing his chance to act like an executioner.

"Mr. Leon, Miss Rossweise, Noah's essay is the most heartfelt piece I've read in my hundreds of years here. I even want to hang it on my office wall to replace Principal Ouellette's portrait."

The couple immediately waved their hands, "No, no, Vice Principal, no matter how well Noah wrote, we can't disrespect the principal. Right, Noah?"

Noah nodded quickly.

She knew her parents had no chance of resisting the vice principal, so she obediently followed along with whatever they said.

The key was that all three of them had to unite against the vice principal.

"Sigh, such a rare piece! Even making copies would be an insult

This essay should remain one of a kind in the world."

The three of them forced smiles, their expressions in perfect harmony.

"Oh, right." The vice principal continued, "Since Noah's essay wasn't included in the class ranking, Principal Ouellette wanted to make up for this small regret. She asked me to bring a pen as a gift for Noah."

As he spoke, the vice principal took out a pen from his pocket, bent slightly, and handed it to Noah.

Noah accepted it with both hands, carefully examining the pen.

Its body emitted a unique metallic sheen, the black and silver colors complementing each other like stars in the night sky.

The pen was slightly heavy. Holding it felt like grasping a piece of quiet history.

Leon knew that in human society, receiving a pen from peers upon retirement was a mark of respect and recognition for scholars of high esteem.

In the dragons' perspective, the meaning of giving a pen might be different, but ultimately, it still symbolized recognition.

"Principal Ouellette rarely shows such appreciation for a student, Noah. Your talent and effort have earned her acknowledgment, so keep up the good work." The vice principal patted her shoulder.

"Okay, thank you, Vice Principal. And thank you, Principal Ouellette." Noah responded politely.

The vice principal straightened up and looked at the couple. "And thank you both for raising such an outstanding child. The academy will surely nurture Noah well and not let you down."

Rossweise smiled and exchanged pleasantries with the vice principal.

Leon also wanted to say something polite.

But then he thought—this academy trains elites to fight dragon slayers...

And he suddenly didn't know what to say.

Sigh, all he could do was hope his daughter graduates slowly.

Hopefully, she wouldn't skip grades.

Otherwise, his "little cotton-padded jacket" might turn into a thorn-covered vest.

After a few more words, the vice principal left to attend to his work.

It was Friday, and the awards ceremony had taken up the last class of the day.

Which meant—Noah could now go home with Leon and Rossweise for the weekend.

The family of three left the teaching building and headed for the academy gates.

Noah looked down at the pen in her hands.

Although it was a gift from Principal Ouellette, she knew that writing this essay wasn't solely her own effort.

She looked up at Daddy, then at Mommy, feeling a little conflicted.

"What's wrong, Noah?" Rossweise noticed her daughter's hesitation and asked.

"Uh… I think that since I received Principal Ouellette's recognition, you both played a big part in it. So I feel like this pen should go to you two... But there's only one."

Noah said, "I don't know who to give it to."

The child was quite honest—if she didn't know, she just said so directly.

The couple exchanged glances.

Rossweise spoke first, "Give it to Daddy. He helped you lay the foundation for your academic studies before you entered school. He's helped you a lot."

'Oh? Mother dragon, when did your perspective become so broad?'

Leon had assumed she'd compete with him over this, but now she made him look narrow-minded instead.

Leon thought for a moment—'no, if your mindset is broad, mine must be broader.'

"Give it to Mommy instead."

Leon said, "I don't use pens much, but Mommy does for work."

This wasn't just an excuse—he had seen Rossweise using a pen to process documents in her study before.

Using a pen given by her daughter might make her work harder.

Rossweise raised an eyebrow. 'Dragon slayer, so generous? Just trying to look good in front of our daughter, huh?'

'Hmph, I won't let you get your way so easily.'

"Give it to Daddy."

"Give it to Mommy."

"Daddy."

"Mommy."

"Daddy~"

"Mommy!"

Noah was about to faint.

But before she did, she stuffed the pen into Rossweise's hand.

"I listened to Daddy and gave the pen to Mommy."

'What a smooth answer. Good girl, you've learned a lot about social etiquette at the academy.'

———

They returned to the Silver Dragon Sanctuary before dinner.

As soon as she heard sounds in the courtyard, Luna hurriedly ran out on her little legs and then impatiently snuggled with her sister.

They did this every week and never got tired of it.

Rossweise had previously explained that since most dragons were only children, once they had siblings, they would cherish and rely on each other greatly.

Leon thought for a moment and suddenly asked, "Then when you were little, did you do this with Isa too? It's hard to imagine you hugging your sister and asking for kisses."

Rossweise kicked him.

Back to the main topic.

Although Noah didn't receive a clear ranking in this essay competition, everyone understood that a champion was still a champion—

Even a champion of the void was still a champion.

Besides, this was acknowledged by the principal.

So a celebration was still necessary.

At the richly prepared dinner table, Luna got her hands on her sister's essay and read it several times from beginning to end.

Then she shook her ahoge, pointed at the contents, and asked Noah, "Sister, why does the word 'younger sister' appear so few times in your essay? Why! Do you not love Luna anymore?"

Noah didn't answer. Instead, she directly stuffed a chicken leg into her sister's mouth. "What do you think?"

Luna's taste buds, along with the part of her brain responsible for feeling jealous, were instantly conquered by the delicious chicken leg. She put down the essay, nodded repeatedly, and, while biting the chicken leg, mumbled,

"Sister loves Luna! Everything is in the chicken leg."

Noah rubbed her sister's little ahoge, then took back her essay and set it aside.

This dinner was filled with happiness.

After finishing, Noah took Luna back to their room.

Luna had eaten a bit too much. She lay on the bed in a "大" shape, slowly digesting.

Noah, on the other hand, quietly took out her small wooden box from under the bed.

Looking at the thin layer of dust on the box, Noah felt something in her heart. It seemed like it had been a long time since she had put anything inside.

A child surrounded tightly by love would have no spare thoughts to try proving they were loved.

Noah blew off the dust and then opened it.

Inside, there was still a piece of black metal fragment, a note with her name written on it, and a handmade simple Rubik's cube.

She adjusted the position of these items, making space, then carefully placed her essay inside.

After admiring it with satisfaction, Noah locked the wooden box and pushed it back under the bed.

Just as she stood up, she heard Luna groaning on the bed,"Sister… Luna's stomach hurts~"

"You ate so much just now and lay down right away; of course, you'd feel uncomfortable."

Noah tugged at her sister's wrist. "Come on, let's go for a walk outside, take a stroll, and come back."

Luna wiggled on the bed twice, then slid off, put on her shoes and dress, and held Noah's hand as they walked to the sanctuary's backyard.

———

Meanwhile, Leon and Rossweise were cleaning up after the meal.

It was still the familiar division of labor—he scrubbed, she rinsed.

Maybe when Leon got old, he could write an autobiography. If someone asked how he managed to endure those days of being captured by the Silver Dragon Queen,

Leon would say—it was by washing dishes.

Even prisoners in jail had to work sewing machines, but being captured only required washing dishes.

Looking at it this way, being captured was actually more comfortable.

Leon shook his head, stopping his wandering thoughts.

"The pen Noah gave you, did you put it away?" Leon found a topic to talk about.

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