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

The morning after the banquet, Noa returned to Saint Sis Academy with her teacher, Mavis.
Before leaving, she promised to bring Moon and Aurora with her to visit her grandparents next time.
Her grandparents, delighted by the promise, secretly slipped her some snacks to take along.

After bidding a formal farewell to Leon, Odin also left Sky City.
The other Dragon Kings had likewise departed—without the commotion of their presence, there was no reason to linger.
At the exit of Sky City, Leon and Rosvisser, along with Isha and Claudia, said their goodbyes one by one.
“Little Muse, I’ll come see you again next time, okay?”
Isha bent down with one hand on her knee, her other hand gently stroking Muse’s tiny fingers in a playful gesture.
Muse babbled incoherently in response, making no discernible words.
Isha blinked, then laughed and said,
“Oh, I see now. I shouldn’t ask if it’s ‘okay.’ I should be asking if it’s ‘alright,’ isn’t that right, little Muse?”
“…Is it alright, little Muse?”

Bingo.
“Yes~ Auntie~ Yes~”
Isha smiled with satisfaction, pressed her cheek against her niece’s face, and then transformed into her dragon form, flying off into the horizon.
Claudia, not as sentimental as Isha, exchanged a few brief words with the couple before taking flight herself.

“Let’s head home too,” Leon said, cradling Muse in his arms as he looked at his wife.
The wind caught Rosvisser’s silver hair as she nodded softly.
“Alright.”
The silver dragon ascended into the clouds, disappearing into the vast sky.

Time passed since Leon’s duel with Odin.
As Odin had predicted, the Silver Dragon Clan’s external diplomatic efforts had been extraordinarily successful.
Even some of the oldest clans reached out proactively, offering gifts, proposing alliances, or otherwise forging ties.
Under Rosvisser’s leadership, the Silver Dragon Clan had already been a distinguished force among the younger dragon generations.
After the battle with Odin, however, their reputation soared, cementing their place in the broader dragon community.

Naturally, Leon’s victory in that decisive duel earned Rosvisser a mountain of work. Even with Anna’s help, she found herself swamped, often working late into the night.
By day, she flew across their territory for inspections or attended invitations from other clans. Leon couldn’t help but tease her, likening her newfound diligence to that of a “seasoned official making grassroots inspections.”
His comment earned him a kick and a pair of tail swipes from the Queen.
This whirlwind of activity continued for several months before finally easing.

One evening, Rosvisser was in her study, finishing up the day’s work.
Leon brought her a bowl of nourishing soup, placing it gently by her hand.
The aroma was rich and comforting, filling the room without being overpowering.
After setting the soup down, Leon didn’t say a word; instead, he grabbed a small stool and sat beside Rosvisser.
The stool had once been Muse’s toy, but the little one had outgrown her interest in it. Leon repurposed it as his “office chair,” sitting beside Rosvisser every night to keep her company while she worked.

She was wearing a familiar silver satin nightgown, her bare shoulders glowing softly in the lamplight.
Her long hair cascaded down her back, the fabric of her gown shimmering as it clung delicately to her form.
The faint outline of dragon scales traced an alluring path along her neckline, disappearing into the softness of her chest.
Leon sighed dramatically, refusing to let his gaze linger too long on the enticing sight.
“Ah, what a virtuous husband I am,” he muttered to himself.
Rosvisser put down her pen and reached for the soup, leaning back into her chair.
Blowing gently on the surface of the soup, she took a sip and let out a satisfied sigh.
“If someone told me a few years ago that the ancient dragon imprisoned in my dungeon would one day make me soup, I’d have thought they were dreaming.”

“Ah, life is full of surprises, my Queen,” Leon replied with mock humility.
“This soup of yours gets better every time,” Rosvisser remarked, taking another sip before setting the bowl back down.
She then crossed her legs and turned to look at Leon, who was perched obediently on Muse’s little stool.
“You spent three hours making this soup, and I only had two sips. No more soup for you next time,” he grumbled.

Rosvisser propped her chin on one hand, her long lashes fluttering playfully as she teased,
“You said that yesterday too.”
Leon flushed slightly but remained silent.
“And the day before that,” she added, poking his reddening ear with a slender finger.

Rosvisser then cupped Leon’s face with both hands, molding his lips into an exaggerated “O” shape.
Looking into his dark eyes, she said in a mockingly serious tone,
“Some people really are all talk and no action. Truly an enigma.”
“Being called ‘two-faced’ isn’t exactly a compliment,” Leon muttered, trying to steer the conversation elsewhere.
Rosvisser chuckled, tweaking his nose lightly.
“Alright, alright. I drank the whole bowl this morning, didn’t I? What are you sulking about now?”

Leon sighed in mock defeat, already planning his next playful argument for tomorrow night.
“Is your work done for today?” Leon asked.
“Almost,” Rosvisser replied, stretching languidly.
Her movements were anything but casual, highlighting every curve of /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ her elegant figure.

Every gesture from the Queen was deliberate, including this simple stretch.
I’ve made it this obvious. He better take the hint, she thought smugly.
Hmm, is there a bit of pelvic tilt in her posture? Leon mused silently.

Their eyes met, each harboring their own private thoughts.
Rosvisser frowned slightly. Why was her usually perceptive husband acting so dense tonight?
Leon, on the other hand, was mentally drafting a plan to address potential posture issues.

Finally, Rosvisser broke the stalemate.
“Did your brain stop working, you idiot?”
“Huh? What?”
“I was dropping hints!”

“What kind of hints?”
“…I don’t have to wake up early tomorrow. I’m on a break. I thought that was clear enough!”
Leon blinked, a figurative lightbulb flickering to life above his head.
“Oh! I get it now!”

Rosvisser smiled, thinking her husband had finally caught on.
“I met an excellent chiropractor the other day. I’ll take you to see them tomorrow!”
“…!”

Rosvisser exhaled heavily, crossing her arms as she turned away in exasperation.
Leon leaned closer, his tone turning serious.
“I was just joking. After all these years, do you think I can’t tell when you’re in the mood?”
Rosvisser closed her eyes, refusing to meet his gaze.

“Even your smallest gestures give you away,” Leon teased further.
She shifted slightly, tucking her hands beneath her thighs and wrapping her tail around herself protectively.
“Alright,” Leon said, standing abruptly and leaning over her.
“I’m going to kiss you now. If you resist—”

Rosvisser opened her eyes slowly, her voice a playful challenge.
“And if I do?”
Leon’s expression was deadly serious, his words deliberate.
“Then I’ll have no choice but to act against your will tonight.”
Rosvisser’s composure broke, a soft laugh escaping her lips.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him closer, her knee brushing his waist.
She exhaled a warm breath near his nose, her silvery eyes meeting his dark gaze as the tension between them thickened.

“I like it when you get a little forceful, my little lion. So don’t hold back tonight, okay?”
 
 

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TL NOTE: Don't worry, the author's chapter numbering is followed and the next chapter is exactly 28.