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

Vol. 2 Ch. 104

"We'll be together forever, won't we?"

As Rosvisser finished her words, the temple fell into a heavy silence, so quiet that they could only hear each other's breathing.

Rosvisser stood on a lower step, looking up at the half-naked man sitting on the throne.

Their silver and black eyes locked, and it felt like invisible sparks were crackling in the air between them.

Noticing Leon's unusual expression, Rosvisser hurried to clarify,

"When I say together, I mean objectively, like living together... not... not that kind of 'together.'"

Her voice got softer and softer as she spoke, until she finally averted her eyes, staring at the polished floor, and whispered,

"Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand."

"Good, just—"

"You want to grow old with me."

Rosvisser: ?

"You understand nothing!"

Rosvisser stomped up the steps, stopping in front of Leon, hands on her hips as she angrily protested, "Who wants to grow old with you? I won’t let you see what I look like when I’m old!"

Leon blinked, "Wait... you're refusing to grow old with me just because you don’t want me to see you age?"

"Mind your own business. Anyway, the term 'grow old together'... doesn't fit."

Rosvisser thought for a moment before quickly coming up with a different explanation,

"You're my prisoner, tied to me for life, helping me develop the functions of the dragon marks—it's only natural."

*Clap, clap, clap*

Leon couldn't help but applaud, "Brilliant, Your Majesty. Whenever you can’t find a good reason, you always use the 'prisoner' excuse. It never fails."

Rosvisser couldn't be bothered to argue further.

The more she explained, the messier it got.

She was just repeating what he made her say earlier:

"We’ll be together forever."

What’s wrong with that? Is it really so ambiguous? So cheesy? Does it really represent our mutual affection?

It doesn’t represent anything at all!

And now this damn man kept bringing it up again and again—how annoying!

Rosvisser stepped forward, sitting down on Leon's lap once more.

This position made her slightly taller than Leon, so she lowered her gaze to look at him while wrapping her arms around his bare shoulders.

"Enough nonsense, idiot. If you agree with my suggestion, let's inscribe the second dragon mark now."

The current dragon mark only allowed Leon to maintain full power for ten minutes.

Though he was able to take down six Dragon Kings in that time, it was still Leon's limit.

After the battle, Leon would become extremely weak, and Rosvisser would have to help him walk.

And on the battlefield, unexpected situations could arise at any moment. The enemy wouldn’t always give him the luxury of retreating easily.

So… increasing his magic reserves was absolutely necessary.

Leon nodded, "No problem. I accept."

"Oh? You really do accept?"

Rosvisser’s fingers lightly teased the back of Leon’s neck as she tilted her head, her silver hair cascading down. "Just remember, two dragon marks means twice the desire. Don’t blame me if you end up constantly clinging to me—it wouldn’t be very dragon-slayer-like of you."

Leon chuckled softly and grabbed her wrist, leaning in close, his nose brushing against the curve of her ear.

Rosvisser knew he was about to say something to counter her—probably something along the lines of "you should worry about yourself first" or "I can handle it."

She knew this man too well.

So, she was ready to fire back in response.

However, Leon whispered,

"You should be careful, Melkvi. I'll make you pass out, just like that time after you woke up from the Blood Lust."

"..."

She had miscalculated.

He had turned the tables on her.

Rosvisser shoved Leon's shoulder, pushing him back against the throne. "Stop bragging. I’m a noble Dragon Queen—what makes you think your weak human body can conquer me? Maybe in another 200 years."

"I~ am~ a~ no~ble~ Dragon~ Queen~"

Leon mocked her words in a singsong voice before adding, "Sorry, Your Majesty, but your noble Dragon Queen body has already been shaped by this human."

"Shut up!"

Rosvisser couldn’t take it anymore.

Her face flushed with embarrassment and anger as she punched Leon’s arm.

Leon stopped teasing her and, adopting a more serious tone, said, "Alright, let's begin. Is there anything I need to do?"

Rosvisser shook her head, "No. Just like when I inscribed your first dragon mark—lie down, and you don’t have to do anything."

"Okay."

*Lying down and getting an upgrade—this version of the world is destined to belong to Leon Casmode.* 

Though there might be some side effects afterward, it was overall a power boost.

Leon obediently settled back into the throne.

Rosvisser slowly raised her right hand, silver magic swirling in her palm.

"Where do you want the mark?" she asked.

"Oh, I get to choose the spot?"

"Of course, our dragon magic is quite user-friendly."

"Hmm..." Leon pretended to ponder for a moment before grinning, "How about on my butt? That way, no one will notice it."

Rosvisser rolled her eyes. "Be serious, idiot! Where do you want it?"

"Right below the current mark."

"You mean… your lower abdomen?"

"Yeah."

"Tsk, tsk."

Rosvisser clicked her tongue and shook her head, giving Leon a look of disdain as if saying, *I didn’t know you were that kind of person.*

Leon blinked in confusion, "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You sneaky pervert," Rosvisser muttered with a hint of resentment.

Leon was even more baffled, "How am I a pervert?"

"You just are! Now shut up, I’m about to start. Are you sure you want it on your lower abdomen?"

Leon was about to argue further but decided against it. "Yes, I’m sure."

"Alright, here it comes. It might feel a little hot."

"Mhm."

Rosvisser gently pressed her hand against Leon’s lower abdomen.

A slight burning sensation spread across his belly, but it wasn’t particularly painful.

Silver light flashed briefly as Rosvisser lifted her hand, but both of them froze.

Leon’s abdomen… showed no sign of the dragon mark.

"Where’s… where’s the mark? Did the magic fail?" Leon asked.

Rosvisser was equally perplexed—she had never encountered this situation before.

Or rather, most dragons wouldn’t encounter this kind of problem, since no normal couple would be crazy enough to try inscribing two dragon marks on themselves.

Rosvisser’s eyes flickered, and her gaze landed on Leon’s exposed right arm.

She took a closer look and saw that a dragon mark had appeared there!

"It’s… it’s there," she pointed to Leon’s arm.

Leon turned to look.

Sure enough, there was a silver dragon mark coiling around his arm.

His arm was muscular, so the mark looked quite fitting—powerful, but with a hint of flair.

"It does look pretty cool, but why did it end up there? Didn’t you place it on my stomach?"

Leon moved his arm, not feeling any discomfort.

Rosvisser was still a bit confused, "The book said you can choose the location of the dragon mark, so why did it shift..."

Leon thought for a moment before guessing, "Maybe the first mark’s location can be chosen, but the second one is... random?"

The queen nodded in realization, "That’s definitely possible."

Leon snorted, "Just earlier, you said dragon magic was very user-friendly. Now it’s all randomized."

Rosvisser poked him in the chest and retorted, "User-friendly means embracing the thrill of the unknown. Don’t you get it?"

"Tch…" Leon scoffed before asking, "So, now it’s your turn. I can’t wait to see where your second dragon mark shows up."

He paused for a moment, then grinned mischievously, "If it ends up on your tail, you’ll have to keep it hidden from now on."

"Hmph, what’s wrong with showing it? Dragon marks are a sign of my love for my husband. So what if it’s visible?"

"And who’s your husband?" Leon teased, smug.

"You—!..."

Rosvisser cut herself off and said instead, "Alright, enough. Be quiet. I need to concentrate."

Leon shrugged, making a zipping motion across his lips.

Rosvisser gathered magic power in her hand once more.

After a moment, she placed her palm on her own abdomen, silently praying:

**Please don’t let it appear in some weird place!**

Even though she had confidently said that showing her dragon mark wasn’t a problem, she still worried it would end up in an awkward spot…

That would make things really embarrassing during intimate moments with Leon!

The heat surged, then gradually faded.

Once the inscription was complete, Rosvisser let out a sigh of relief.

She loosened her dress and looked down at her abdomen—

"Is it there?" Leon asked.

Rosvisser, blushing, looked away. "No, it’s not..."

"What? It didn’t inscribe?"

"No, it’s just... my chest is too big, I can’t see my stomach."

"...That’s a reason I hadn’t anticipated." Leon was genuinely surprised.

Rosvisser sighed, standing up and awkwardly tugging at her dress, "I guess you’ll have to check for me."

Leon couldn’t understand why she was acting shy now. "We’ve already seen everything about each other so many times—why are you being bashful?"

"This is different!"

"Alright, alright, it’s different. Well then, Your Majesty, lift your dress a bit and let me check your abdomen for a dragon mark."

Why did his words make it sound so... strange?

The proud Silver Dragon Queen, now having to lift her dress to show someone her belly to check for a mark—how embarrassing!

Rosvisser bit her lip, her face flushed, as she slowly lifted her dress inch by inch.

Her smooth, white thighs came into view, the black lace of her undergarments peeking out from beneath the skirt.

Higher up, her smooth, flat stomach was revealed—but there was no mark.

Leon shook his head, "There’s nothing. It must’ve appeared somewhere else."

Rosvisser dropped her dress, checking her arms, shoulders, thighs, and even her tail, but found no dragon mark.

She scratched her head in frustration, "Where could it have gone..."

Leon raised a hand, motioning for her to turn around.

She complied.

Leon checked the back of her neck and her upper back—no mark.

"Uh-oh, could it really have ended up on your butt?"

"Absolutely not!"

Barefoot, Rosvisser hurried down the stairs, "I’ll go find a mirror and check for myself!"

Leon watched her flustered retreat, shaking his head with an amused smile. Then he stood up and dressed, following her back to the bedroom.

By the time he opened the door, he found Rosvisser sitting on the edge of the bed, looking utterly defeated.

He walked over and asked, "What’s wrong? Your expression tells me the mark isn’t on your butt."

Rosvisser’s face was bright red as she hung her head, her knees pressed together, her voice barely audible,

"It’s… it’s on my lower back."

Leon’s face flushed as well.

"You’re so lewd, Your Majesty. Let me see!"