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

Rossweise smiled and nodded; she certainly wouldn't deny anything that could torment Leon.

Luna looked at Leon again and asked, "Dad, is my suggestion not good? Why aren't you smiling again?"

Leon: 'My dear daughter, can you guess why I'm not smiling?'

If there were family dinners like this every day, Leon estimated he'd lose at least thirty years of his life.

Dinner time should ideally be the best opportunity for family members to talk and bond.

But here, it had turned into a method for Rossweise to torture Leon.

What's more, there was now the addition of Noah, a young and clever ice dragon girl, turning this into a one-against-two situation for Leon.

This was completely unplayable.

Leon was racking his brain on how to make Luna give up her idea.

At that moment, Noah suddenly spoke:

"No, Luna."

Luna's little face drooped as she looked at her sister. "Why not?"

"I want to go to St. Heath Academy's Young Dragon Department to study."

As she spoke, Noah looked at Rossweise, seeking her opinion.

Rossweise was slightly surprised by her eldest daughter's suggestion.

She knew Noah was precocious and had good talent in magic.

But normally, young dragons entering the Young Dragon Department were around four or five years old.

Noah was only one year and two months old and much smaller than four- or five-year-old young dragons.

Rossweise put down her knife and fork, looked up at her eldest daughter, and asked seriously:

"Why are you in such a hurry to enroll?"

"Because I want to defeat more—"

"More?"

"Dragon slayers."

"Pfft—cough cough... cough—"

Leon, who had planned to sip some water to calm himself, almost spat it out upon hearing his eldest daughter say she wanted to defeat him.

'What a filial daughter indeed.'

Noah gave Leon a disdainful look. "Mind your table manners."

'

Oh wow, she is really acting like a little grown-up.'

Leon wiped his mouth with a napkin. "Dragon slayers are very brave; Dad is worried you might get hurt."

"No pain, no gain."

'Ah, now this is a truly stubborn little one.'

Leon wanted to say more, but Rossweise interrupted:

"I think Noah's idea is pretty good. The sooner she learns, the sooner she can confront dragon slayers. Besides, I think dragon slayers are just a bunch of fools, nothing impressive. They might even spit water out of fear. Don't you agree, Leon?"

"..."

"Well, it seems your father has no objections either."

Rossweise smiled. "St. Heath Academy conducts entrance tests twice a year. The next test is in a month. During this month, we need to prepare for enrollment."

"Yes, Mother."

"Alright, let's talk more about this tomorrow. Let's eat for now."

The two little ones lowered their heads and focused on eating.

Rossweise glanced sideways at the despondent Leon and asked, pretending to be concerned:

"Why aren't you eating, Leon? Is my cooking not good?"

"It's good... it's good..."

"If it's good, eat more. You need the energy... for other things."

The words "other things" carried a deeper meaning.

Leon felt a chill run down his spine.

'Why does it feel like fattening piglets for slaughter during the New Year?'

He looked down at the steak on his plate and unconsciously tightened his grip on the knife and fork.

He could feel Rossweise's disdain and contempt.

In her eyes, he was no longer the valiant, battle-hardened dragon slayer from two years ago who could stand as her equal.

Perhaps to Rossweise, Leon was now just a tool for raising children, a toy for venting her anger.

She wanted to give the children a father's love, so she kept Leon alive.

Leon had once said she could destroy his dignity and pride, but she would never kill his spirit.

Was that just the big talk of a dragon slayer stripped of his dignity?

'No...'

'It wasn't like that.'

He would never let Rossweise take more from him.

He silently shredded the steak on his plate into pieces.

The faint flame in his heart seemed to rekindle.

———

An hour later.

The family dinner ended.

Noah took Luna back to their room. Leon volunteered to wash the dishes.

Rossweise said such things should be left to the servants.

But Leon insisted that couples doing the dishes together was more family-like.

Rossweise didn't argue, just tied on an apron and headed to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

The room was left with just the two of them.

Clear water flowed from the faucet as Rossweise stood by the sink, carefully wiping each plate.

"Hey, when are you going to help? Didn't you say we'd do this together? You—hiss..."

Before she finished speaking, Rossweise suddenly felt a surge of heat in her chest.

Her sensitive nerves were instantly triggered.

She slightly loosened her collar and found the dragon mark on her chest glowing dark purple.

"Leon... you—"

She wanted to confront Leon, but as soon as she turned around, the reaction of the dragon mark intensified.

Rossweise's legs went weak, and she stumbled forward.

Fortunately, she caught the doorframe in time; otherwise, she would have fallen.

Even so, the reaction from the dragon mark continued to erode her body and mind.

Her vision blurred, her throat dry, and the desire for "reproduction" grew more intense.

She swallowed hard but ultimately couldn't resist the escalating dragon mark resonance. She collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

Footsteps sounded in front of her.

Rossweise looked up.

It was Leon.

The desolate and cold moonlight flowed in from a window on the side, shining on Leon's side face.

He had no expression, looking down from above and examining Rossweise.

But if one looked carefully, they could also see the beads of sweat on his forehead.

It was very obvious that he was also exerting all his strength to resist the resonance reaction of the dragon mark.

"You want... What do you want to do..." Rossweise asked intermittently.

At this very moment, two strong impulses were battling in her consciousness.

One was vigilance toward the man in front of her, and the other was the instinct to desire to entangle with him.

She knew that Leon was feeling the same as she was now.

"Rossweise, two years ago in the dungeon, I told you one sentence. I wonder if you still remember."

Leon slowly crouched down, aligning his gaze with Rossweise's.

He stretched out his hand, lightly lifting Rossweise's chin, looking at her cheeks full of blush and her misty and ambiguous pupils.

"Absolutely never be alone with a strictly trained strongest dragon slayer."

Rossweise responded to his cold gaze, smiling as she said,

"Heh... Stop pretending, Leon. You want to use the reaction of the dragon mark to make me weak, then take the chance to escape. This idea is not bad, but I am telling you, this is impossible."

"The dragon mark, for both you and me, causes the same impact. Adding to that, you have just woken up from a two-year coma, and your physical strength has not recovered much. So even if I become weak, there is absolutely no way you can escape from here—"

Leon interrupted her, "Who said I want to escape?"

"W-what..."

He leaned slightly closer, stretched out his hand, and horizontally picked up the weakened Rossweise.

The silver long tail hung down, and the queen leaned in this scoundrel's arms, with a face full of astonishment looking at him.

"Leon, what are you doing? What are you doing?"

"I indeed have just woken up from a coma, and my physical strength and physical fitness have not fully recovered. But... these days have slightly recovered some. It is enough."

As he spoke, Leon carried the queen and walked towards the hallway.

"Enough... for what? Leon, speak, enough for what?"

At the entrance, Leon placed Rossweise on the ground, letting her head face the door, and her tail face him.

Immediately after, he crouched down and grabbed Rossweise's tail.

"No, LEON—"

During the resonance of the dragon mark, the tail of the dragon race becomes an extremely sensitive area.

A slight grasp alone can cause a considerable impact on the opponent's sensitive nerves.

At this moment, Rossweise was like a small kitten with its scruff gripped by fate, lying weakly on the ground.

"Let go of my tail... Leon..."

Rossweise spoke with her remaining consciousness, "Otherwise, after tonight, I will definitely kill you, I swear..."

"That is a matter for after tonight, Rossweise. Furthermore, you know I have never been afraid of death."

As he spoke, Leon increased the strength in his hand.

A tingling sensation instantly penetrated Rossweise's entire body from her tail.

She slightly raised her head, striving to control the agitation of her body.

"The dragon race desires conquest, desires to destroy everything, desires to control everything."

"You are the same, Rossweise."

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