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

This was good news.

Ordinary young dragons typically awakened their talents around the age of three or four.

A genius like Noah awakened at just one year old.

So as her talented younger sister, although Luna usually acted like a mascot who only knew how to look cute, truthfully, her talent wasn't bad either.

The prerequisite, of course, was that she was willing to take her studies seriously.

Around 8 p.m., Leon carried a sleepy Luna back to her little bed in the shared sisters' room.

The little dragon girl curled her tail and quietly lay there. Even though she was so tired that she was half-asleep, she kept mumbling, "I want to learn magic... I want to learn magic..."

Having an excellent older sister as a role model meant she didn't need any prodding from adults. She would naturally push herself to work harder and improve.

After watching their youngest daughter fall soundly asleep, the couple returned to Rossweise's bedroom.

As soon as they entered, without even waiting to reach the bedroom proper, Leon wrapped his arms around Rossweise's waist and leaned in for a kiss.

However, this time, Rossweise extended a finger, lightly pressing it against Leon's lips. In a soft voice, she said, "Don't rush. Go to the study. I have a surprise for you tonight."

Although it sounded tempting, how could Leon possibly let her dictate the pace?

'Excuse me, please recognize your position, Mother Dragon. This is the captive's ascension phase.'

'What I say goes; that's how it should be.'

He grabbed Rossweise's wrist, moving her hand away from his lips. "What if I insist on doing it here? Right here in the hallway—what can you do about it?"

Leon teased her while eyeing the marks on her body that hadn't yet faded. Feigning pity, he added, "Tsk tsk tsk. It's such a shame to see such well-maintained skin covered with so many hickeys. My apologies, Your Majesty."

"Hmph, quit pretending to be a weeping cat mourning a mouse, Leon. Let me tell you, tonight, I'm not afraid of you anymore."

Earlier that evening, Leon had routinely checked the hiding spot for the backup copies of the photos before dinner. Everything was intact, untouched.

So no matter what Rossweise said, Leon assumed it was just posturing.

He reached out and gently stroked her cheek. "Mother Dragon, your mouth is the only part of you that's still tough."

Rossweise let out a chuckle. "Aren't you at least a little curious about the surprise I mentioned earlier?"

Leon's mind stirred.

For her to insist so much on this so-called "surprise," could it actually be something important?

After a brief pause, Leon released her. "Fine! To the study, I go. Let's see what tricks you're trying to pull."

Rossweise adjusted the collar of her dress, shot him a glance, and then quickly walked toward her study.

Leon followed behind her.

The couple entered the study one after the other.

Rossweise approached her desk, while Leon stood on the outside.

Rossweise opened a drawer and took out an envelope.

Leon's gaze landed on the envelope, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Noticing that his attention was now fixed on the envelope, Rossweise slowly said, "Inside this is news about your master."

The moment Leon heard the word "master," he immediately reached out to grab the envelope.

But Rossweise reacted quickly, hiding the envelope behind her back.

She looked at Leon's face, which was now filled with urgent worry.

Good. This is exactly the expression she wanted to see.

"I can tell that after more than two years of no contact, you're very eager to know about your master's situation."

Rossweise continued, "But if you really want to see what's in this letter, you'll have to trade something for it. Understand?"

Leon immediately guessed the meaning behind Rossweise's words. "The photo backups, huh?"

Rossweise nodded.

"But how do I know this letter is really from my master? What if it's just a blank sheet of paper you're using to trick me into handing over the photo backups?"

Leon was indeed very worried about his master's safety, but he couldn't forget that he was locked in a game of wits with this wicked dragon.

If he fell into her trap and gave her the chance to turn the tables, his master's safety would become the least of his concerns—he'd have to worry about himself first.

Rossweise seemed to anticipate Leon's hesitation. "But I'm the only person you can rely on to get news about your master. If you don't trust me, you have no other options, do you?"

She leaned on the desk with one hand, bending slightly forward to stare into Leon's eyes, a smug smile playing on her lips.

"So, what's it going to be? Will you keep hoarding those photo backups, or will you seize this rare opportunity to get news about your master?"

Rossweise was right. If Leon wanted to learn about his master's situation, she was his only lead.

Whether the letter was real or not, Leon had no other choice.

However... Leon wasn't unprepared.

When he had first shown Rossweise the bunny girl photos, he had claimed there were only three copies, including the one she burned.

But in reality, he had printed five copies.

Even if he handed over two backups now to trade for the letter, he would still have two spares.

No problem. The advantage was still his.

Of course, Leon had prepared this backup plan for himself. As for the trade itself, he would honor it.

After all, Rossweise had never broken her word when it came to serious matters. How could he go back on his own promise?

With these thoughts in mind, Leon nodded. "Alright, I'll go get them."

With this, the situation returned to equilibrium.

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Not long after, Leon returned to the study with three sets of bunny girl photos.

One set was the original batch he had shown to Rossweise, from which Rossweise had burned one out of anger.

The other two were the so-called "remaining backups" he had mentioned.

He placed the three sets of photos on the desk and pushed them toward Rossweise.

Rossweise, keeping her promise, handed over the envelope that her master had written for Leon.

Immediately after, Rossweise's gaze fell on the photos in front of her.

She stacked the three sets together, held them in her hand, and began examining them.

But with just a glance, her cheeks turned red.

How should she put it? She couldn't help but admire the guy's creativity and techniques. Without actual bunny ears, he had used Rossweise's hair to braid a pair of bunny ears.

In the photos, she lay there quietly, posed like a life-sized human doll, arranged by Leon into various cute and playful positions.

An utter humiliation. Absolutely outrageous humiliation!

And it wasn't just solo shots—there were quite a few photos of Leon with her as well.

In every single group photo, Leon's face was brimming with the smug grin of a victor.

The happier he looked in those photos, the harder it was for Rossweise, who was now looking at them, to endure.

They couldn't remain.

Absolutely not.

If Isa ever saw these, her Silver Dragon Sanctuary would know no peace for the next two hundred years.

Rossweise's hands gathered dragon flames, instantly burning the photos to nothing but ash.

'Ah~'

A heavy weight in Rossweise's heart finally lifted.

Personally erasing her own black history—it was an indescribably satisfying feeling.

However, Rossweise secretly kept one group photo of Leon and herself.

In this photo, Leon and Rossweise weren't standing very close to each other. She could later crop her face out, leaving only Leon and a mysterious bunny girl.

That way, if Leon ever pulled another stunt like this, Rossweise could fight back and say, "You wouldn't want everyone to know about your love for black-stocking bunny girls, right?"

At this moment, Leon also opened the envelope and pulled out the letter inside.

Rossweise, sitting on a chair, couldn't see what was written in the letter. But judging by the single sheet of paper, it didn't seem like there was much content.

However, given her master's personality, she figured he wouldn't write any overly sentimental essays anyway.

A brief explanation of Tiger's situation should suffice.

Rossweise didn't urge Leon and quietly waited for him to finish reading.

She watched Leon's eyes, only to notice that his pupils hadn't moved at all—they were fixed on a specific spot on the letter.

Rossweise frowned slightly. Could it be that Tiger had written some cryptic hint that Leon couldn't understand?

Or... something else?

After pondering for a moment, Rossweise asked, "What did your master say? Mind if I take a look?"

Leon pursed his lips, placed the letter face down on the table, and slid it toward Rossweise.

Rossweise took the letter and looked down at it.

Then, she froze too.

No wonder Leon's eyes hadn't moved earlier, staring at the same spot on the letter.

Because the letter contained... only one sentence.

No, calling it "one sentence" was giving it too much credit. To be precise, it was just... "Five words"—

"Kid, donkey's fine, don't worry."

That was it.

Just moments ago, Rossweise had thought that the mysterious old man wouldn't be too sentimental, so the letter probably wouldn't be too long.

But she hadn't anticipated that not only would it not be long, it would be this ridiculously concise.

And out of these words, a third of them were about his donkey.

What was this?

Some secret code between master and disciple?

Rossweise blinked, put down the letter, and looked up at Leon.

The two stared at each other for a moment. Rossweise asked,"With such a unique style, I trust you can confirm this letter's authenticity?"

For now, setting aside the thought process behind Tiger writing these six words, Rossweise needed to prove to Leon that this deal wasn't a trick.

Leon, being a reasonable person, nodded. "The handwriting is indeed my master's. As for the content..."

Leon closed his eyes and let out a slow breath.

Watching him, Rossweise debated whether to comfort him by saying something like, "Maybe your master is old and not good at expressing emotions anymore."

But before she could speak, Leon said seriously,

"For someone else, not seeing their apprentice for two years, then finally getting a chance to write a letter, only to say this one sentence—it might seem strange. But... if it's my master, it all makes sense."

Rossweise silently covered her face.

Alright, clearly they're cut from the same cloth.

No wonder his master had said, "As long as he reads the letter, he'll know I'm safe."

"But..."

Rossweise put her hands down and looked at Leon. "But?"

Leon lowered his eyes to the letter on the table, his gaze fixed on the last two words.

"I don't quite understand why my master would say 'don't worry.'"

He pulled over a chair and sat down, meeting Rossweise's eyes across the desk.

"Though he's a farmer now, before retiring, he was an imperial dragon slayer. He always said he didn't achieve any great feats and just retired when he got old. But even so, that doesn't seem like a reason to tell his apprentice after two years of silence, 'don't worry,' does it?"

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