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

"Man who have been imprisoned... how can they still... have so many children?"

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After lunch, Leon and Rossweisse began their afternoon date activities.

They went to an indoor zoo and fed some cute little animals up close.

For these furry little creatures without intelligence, dragons, like humans, could classify anything not too ugly as "cute."

But Rossweisse wouldn't use the word "cute" to describe them.

Because in the dragon race's concept, "cute" is a derogatory term.

Throughout the zoo visit, Leon kept trying to guide her to say the word "cute."

Rossweisse got so annoyed that she blushed and finally snapped, "Cosmodeous, you're the cutest!"

———

After the zoo, they went to a clay modeling workshop.

Rossweisse made a chibi version of Leon.

Leon modeled Rossweisse's dragon form.

When the couple finished, they looked at each other with smiles, seemingly full of affection—

The clay artist was just about to compliment their skills.

But before the words came out, the two of them casually snapped the necks of their clay figures.

The artist swallowed their praise.

"Not a harmonious relationship," the artist sighed and then said,"Even if you broke them, you still need to pay full price."

———

By evening, they left Sky City and headed to the final destination of their date:

The seaside.

It wasn't far from Sky City—flying down from above, they arrived in less than twenty minutes.

The area near Sky City was free of wars, conflicts, and racial disputes.

Most who came here were dragons weary of fighting, seeking peaceful retirement.

As the last stop of their date, it was quite fitting.

The couple sat on a bench by the beach, surrounded by shopping bags of all sizes.

They looked at the nearby sandy beach. The sunset cast a golden glow over the sand, like scattered gold.

A few dragon hatchlings were barefoot, building sandcastles, while the adults strolled and chatted nearby.

Occasionally, seagulls flew over Leon and Rossweisse's heads. The slightly salty and cool sea breeze added to the refreshing atmosphere.

Leon exhaled slowly, relaxing into a half-slouched position on the bench.

The director's instructions were simple: prioritize relaxation and natural vibes.

At this moment, he thought, it was as relaxed as it could get.

"Let's talk about something; we can't just sit here till night,"Rossweisse said.

"What do you want to talk about?"

"Let's talk about—" Rossweisse smoothed her hair by her temple, "That female classmate you dreamed about."

Leon rolled his eyes speechlessly. "Let me declare, you're the only female creature I'm involved with."

"Hmph—"

"Wait, I think I understand now…"

Leon sat upright as if realizing something.

Rossweisse turned to him. "What?"

Leon squinted, scrutinizing her. "Oh my, someone seems to care a bit too much. Could it be… you're jealous—"

Before he could finish, Rossweisse covered his mouth with her hand.

"Actually, you said something even spicier that night. Want to hear it?"

"Hm?"

Rossweisse chuckled, withdrew her hand, stood up, and said, "Guess."

She wasn't in a hurry.

With her hands in the pockets of her couple-themed hoodie, she walked toward the beach.

Her silver ponytail swung lively behind her.

Leon hesitated, then decided to follow and ask for clarification.

Looking around, he didn't see the two directors or Anna, the assistant director.

But he believed they were watching from nearby.

Confident the shopping bags wouldn't be stolen, he left them behind and jogged after Rossweisse.

"Tell me what I said in my dream—"

"Shh~"

Rossweisse put a finger to her lips, no longer interested in arguing over half-truths.

She noticed other couples on the beach holding hands or linking arms.

Leon followed her gaze and quickly understood.

"A story's perfection depends on its ending," Rossweisse said, her eyes lifting to meet Leon's.

"So, dear Leo, dare to try holding the hand of the most incompatible Scorpio?" she teased.

Leon smirked. "What's there to be afraid of?"

He reached over and held Rossweisse's hand.

This time, it wasn't interlocked fingers.

Since he initiated, their palms pressed together, his hand gently wrapping hers.

Already bold enough, adjusting to interlocked fingers might send the wrong signal, right?

Yes, this was good enough.

Hand in hand, the couple strolled along the beach.

Behind them, they left two rows of footprints and a tail trail.

Sand rubbed against her tail tip, tickling lightly.

Her hand, securely held by his, felt warm and safe.

That fortune-teller named Afu was right: Rossweisse lacked a sense of security.

It wasn't about astrology.

She was born this way.

Yet now, she walked hand in hand with a dragon slayer who should've been the last person to provide her security.

Sometimes, the world truly was crazy.

SPLASH!

A wave reached their feet.

"Oh, wait."

Rossweisse let go, bent down, removed her boots, and rolled up her pant legs, revealing her delicate ankles.

"There, now I won't get my shoes wet."

She held her boots in one hand. "Want to take yours off too?"

Leon hesitated briefly. "Alright."

He also removed his shoes, rolled up his pant legs, and picked up his footwear.

"Okay, let's keep walking."

She naturally took his hand again.

Waves brushed their ankles, cool and soothing.

The sunset dipped into the horizon, their second time watching it today.

The first was at the theater—unreal.

This atmosphere was incomparable.

But even this moment would end.

Among the lightness of fulfilling the director's task, a faint sense of loss crept in.

Waves echoed, seagulls cried.

Leon turned to Rossweisse.

Her silver hair fluttered in the sea breeze, revealing a smooth forehead.

People said bangs raised someone's attractiveness, so without them, you'd see their true face.

But with Rossweisse, that logic didn't apply.

With or without bangs, she was stunning.

Sunlight illuminated her profile, making her features even more exquisite.

Especially her nose—perfectly sculpted.

"Why are you staring at me?" Rossweisse asked, her eyes forward.

Leon looked away. "Just looking at the sun."

Hand in hand, barefoot in the sand and waves, the couple walked into the sunset.

In the distance, from a small hut, two dragon girls peeked out.

"Ugh, I should've searched harder for a camera this morning," Noah grumbled.

This scene was too good to only be recorded in words. Photos would do it justice.

"You couldn't find one this morning?" Luna asked.

Noah shook her head. "I searched Mom's storage room several times. Such a pity. We can't keep this moment forever."

Anna, standing behind them, spoke: "Actually, it's not a pity."

Noah and Luna turned. "Why not?"

Anna gazed at the distant couple. "The queen often tells me, 'Dragons live too long. Everything beautiful eventually expires, stops being loved. For me, fleeting beauty is more meaningful.'"

The two girls didn't fully understand but nodded.

Because if Mom said it, it must be true.

They looked back at the beach.

Mom and Dad were now splashing each other in the water.

Suddenly, Mom slipped, about to fall, and Dad caught her waist.

The two locked eyes, and—

Anna covered their eyes.

"This part isn't for kids."

The maid laughed, watching the last ray of sunlight fade on the queen.

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