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

Life at the academy continued smoothly as always.

One day, after classes ended, Noa didn’t leave immediately. She carried her bag in one hand, walked over to a seat by the training grounds, and sat down, resting her bag on her knees. From inside, she retrieved a letter.
The envelope was already opened—Noa had read it earlier during the day.
But its contents had brought her so much joy that she wanted to read it again.

Mevis, who was tidying up her teaching materials for the day, noticed that Noa hadn’t left yet and walked over to her.
“It’s not Friday today, so you don’t need to join your sisters for dinner, right?”
Mevis approached and sat beside Noa, glancing down at the letter in her hands.

Noa looked up at her and shook her head.
“I’ll go later. Muse is practicing in the music room and will eat after that.”
“I see…”
Mevis nodded and gestured toward the letter in Noa’s hands.
“Is it a letter from your family?”

“Yes, from my dad.”
Whenever Noa mentioned her dad, her lips would inevitably curve upward into a smile.
“He’s coming back next week for the parent-teacher conference.”
“Coming back? He’s not home now?”

“No, he left a few months ago for a trip. We’ve been staying in touch through letters.”
Noa’s voice was full of unconcealed joy.
“But in his letter, he said that after this visit, he won’t be going away for a while.”
Seeing Noa’s face filled with anticipation, Mevis’s eyes wavered slightly.

She averted her gaze, staring down at the tips of her shoes. After a moment’s silence, she said softly,
“My father used to leave often as well, always claiming he was busy with clan matters.”
Hearing this, Noa carefully tucked the letter back into its envelope and placed it neatly in her bag. Then, she turned to Mevis.
“Mevis, are you from an oviparous family too?”
“Yes, I am.”

“Then, do you also have—”
Noa’s words came to an abrupt halt.
She had wanted to ask if Mevis had any siblings.
But she suddenly remembered that Mevis had mentioned not long ago that her family was very far away. It was clearly a painful topic.

So Noa quickly stopped herself, stood up, and left.
Even so, as Mevis watched Noa walk away, a gentle expression appeared in her eyes.
“I still haven’t become the person they expected me to be.”
“I almost forgot about it.”

“Mevis…”
“Ah, sorry. I just started remembering some unpleasant things.”
Mevis sniffled and forced a smile.
“It’s been a long time. I should have learned to let it go by now.”

Noa could tell she was trying to comfort herself.
In Mevis’s vague words, there was a hint of a sad, painful past that she didn’t want to revisit.
And from her current state, it was clear that she hadn’t yet escaped the shadow of regret and failure.

Noa didn’t know how to comfort Mevis; she wasn’t particularly good with words.
She opened her mouth but couldn’t think of anything meaningful to say.
Finally, she reached out her small hand and gently placed it over Mevis’s.

Cool and soothing, like a mother’s touch.
“You’re right, Mevis. We have to look forward.”
Mevis smiled. “Yes.”

“I’m going to find Moon and the others for dinner. Will you join us?”
“No, I have… a date!”
Noa’s eyes lit up.
“You finally agreed to a dinner invitation from one of the male teachers?”

“Mm.”
“Well, I wish you good luck on your date, Mevis!”
“Thank you, Noa.”

“You’re welcome, Mevis!”
“No, I mean, thank you.”
Noa blinked in confusion.
“What’s the difference—”

“See you tomorrow.”
Mevis stood up, tying her patched-up coat with a teddy bear design around her waist as usual, and strode off.
Noa watched her tall silhouette, feeling a twinge in her heart.

Mevis’s "date" wasn’t with any lucky male teacher.
It was with Elizabeth.
On the rooftop of the academy building, Mevis met Elizabeth.

Mevis crossed her arms, looking at her teammate with visible disdain.
Elizabeth was soaked, her hair plastered to her face, her clothes stained with debris, mud, and bits of vegetables. She looked like a drowned rat.
“Did you roll around in the academy’s cafeteria trash bins?” Mevis asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Elizabeth clenched her fists, grumbling,
“I was trying to dump a trash bin on that pink-haired brat, but—well, she did the same to me! And she acted like nothing happened afterward!”
Mevis snorted.
“I warned you not to mess with her. Especially not that pink-haired one. She’s too smart for you.”
“Ugh, I just let my guard down this time.”

“Just this time? What about that bruise on your eye? Don’t tell me a trash bin did that.”
“This is…!”
Elizabeth puffed up like a balloon about to pop, but she deflated just as quickly.
“Last week, I convinced two classmates to help me teach Orphra a lesson after class, but…”

Mevis raised an eyebrow.
“And?”
“And that damned pink-haired brat threw all three of us out with an uppercut! We couldn’t use magic without exposing ourselves…”
“You’re telling me three of you ambushed her, and she still beat you up?”

“Yeah, so what!”
“Pfft—hahahaha!”
Mevis laughed so hard she nearly cried, clutching her stomach as her shoulders shook uncontrollably.

Elizabeth’s mouth twitched.
“Is it really that funny…? I thought you had a high tolerance for humor.”
“Sorry, sorry.” Mevis composed herself, returning to her usual icy demeanor.
“So, what did you want to talk about?”
“Lord Shadow has new orders.”

“What are they?”
“The banquet plan is to be executed immediately.”
“But didn’t Lord Shadow say the timing wasn’t right yet?” Mevis frowned.

“Yes, but now it is.” Elizabeth shrugged.
“The academy’s parent-teacher conference is the perfect opportunity. The plan will go into action that day.”
“Parent-teacher conference…” Mevis murmured.
“With all the prominent figures from the dragon clans, even Dragon Kings attending, isn’t there a risk of something going wrong?”
Elizabeth suppressed her doubts and sneered.
“The more Dragon Kings, the better. That will only make the banquet flames burn brighter.”

She walked to the edge of the rooftop, gazing over St. Heath’s Academy and the distant horizon, where the setting sun glowed crimson.
With a glint of reverence in her eyes, Elizabeth said,
“It was Lord Shadow who reignited the flames that should have # Nоvеlight # been extinguished. And now, the time has come for him to repay his debt.”