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

Vol. 3 Ch. 48

The atmosphere in the cave suddenly became heavy and serious—though with a faint air of dramatic intensity.

Even after living with Leon for so long, Rosvisser still couldn’t quite grasp human mood shifts. She crossed her arms and leaned slightly toward Rebecca, whispering,

"What are they doing? Why do they look so heroic all of a sudden?"

Rebecca chuckled, explaining patiently to her beautiful sister-in-law,

"Sis, where do you think the Captain got his over-the-top aura and hero complex from? His master trained him well!"

"So you’re saying that a lot of Leon’s personality was influenced by Tiger?"

"Of course! Like father, like son, even if they’re not related by blood. The master raised him from a young age, so naturally, they’re alike in some ways."

Rosvisser narrowed her eyes, gazing thoughtfully at her "husband."

At the same time, Rebecca’s words—"like father, like son"—repeated in her mind.

She couldn’t help but wonder: what if Noa grew up with the same exaggerated, overdramatic attitude as Leon...?

It would be understandable if she remained the cold, cool older sister she was as a child. But if she turned into some over-the-top, dramatic flame girl, Rosvisser might just lose her mind!

However...

She shook her head, banishing the scattered thoughts, and sighed quietly. Her gaze drifted back to Leon’s side profile—resolute, handsome, his scars enhancing his rugged appeal.

After a moment, a small smile tugged at the queen’s lips.

"Over-the-top or not, hero complex or not... he’s still pretty cute."

Rebecca only caught the last part of the muttered sentence—"cute."

Grinning, she looked up at Rosvisser. "Sis, are you calling me cute?"

Rosvisser glanced down and playfully pinched Rebecca’s cheek. "In dragon culture, ‘cute’ is an insult~"

"Tch~"

At the table, Leon and Tiger continued their discussion. The information Tiger brought was exactly as Leon had expected—there was a lot of it. Luckily, Leon had brought writing supplies and was able to jot down key details.

While most of the news was grim, it was better than being caught off guard by an enemy at his doorstep.

"That’s about it," Tiger said finally.

"Yeah... got it."

Tiger observed his pupil. "You seem... troubled."

Leon gave a bitter smile and shook his head. "As long as the Empire exists, I can't find peace, Master."

"True enough."

Tiger sighed as well. "Our situation is becoming more and more precarious. We need to uncover the truth quickly and expose the conspiracy between the Empire and the dragons to the world."

Leon’s thoughts stirred. "Yeah... it’s time we took the initiative."

"Take the initiative? What do you have in mind?"

"Haven’t figured that part out yet, especially since I didn’t expect the bad news to pile up like this before we met."

Leon sighed. "But after this, I’ll start planning a course of action."

"No problem. Rebecca, Martin, and I will gather as much intelligence as we can for you."

Leon smiled and bumped fists with his master. "Thanks, Master."

Tiger returned the gesture. "I’ve only got one disciple, of course I’ll do everything I can to help."

"Speaking of help, Master, last time I asked you to find some books on Primordial Magic for me... any progress?"

Tiger grinned smugly. "Funny you should ask. I managed to track down a book on Primordial Magic."

He pulled an old, worn book from his bag and handed it to Leon.

Hearing the mention of Primordial Magic, Rosvisser glanced over curiously.

Leon took the ancient tome. The cover was weathered, but he could still make out the title in the ancient universal script of Samalel.

The continent was home to many races—some at odds with each other, like humans and dragons—while others had symbiotic relationships. However, cultural differences often created barriers, so a common script had been developed long ago.

Leon had studied this ancient universal language at the Dragon Slayer Academy, so he was able to make out the book's title.

"‘Primordial Magic: Soul... Termination...?’ Is that the right translation, Master?"

"Close," Tiger corrected him. "It’s ‘Primordial Magic: Soul Judgment.’ I had to pull a lot of strings to get my hands on it. You’d better take care of it and put it to good use."

"Of course, Master! Thank you!"

Leon carefully stowed the book and then turned toward Rosvisser, sneaking her a wink.

Her cheeks flushed red.

Fine, fine, fine. You win this round. You’re so proud of yourself, huh?

"Sis."

"Y-Yeah?"

"Why’s your face red?"

"...It’s just a bit hot, that’s all."

Rebecca looked down at her thick jacket and wondered how it could be hot enough to make someone’s face turn red inside a chilly mountain cave... Dragons really did have different constitutions from humans.

Leon and Tiger continued to talk for a while longer, and after about half an hour, the two men stood and bid each other farewell.

"All done, our heroic saviors?" Rebecca teased as she approached. "I thought you were plotting to take over the world with how long that took."

"If I do take over the world, my first decree will be to ban all gunners from running their mouths."

"Tyrant!"

Leon chuckled and patted Rebecca on the head. "Take care of yourself, crazy girl."

"Yeah, yeah, I will."

"Send my regards to Martin."

"Got it."

Leon and Rosvisser exchanged a glance before heading for the cave’s exit.

"Bye, Sis!"

"Goodbye, dear," Rosvisser waved with a smile.

"That’s such a gross pet name."

"I like it, so what? You can fly back on your own if you’ve got a problem."

"Wife, I was wrong! Hehe."

A real man knows when to admit defeat!

Rosvisser snorted, rolling her eyes before spreading her wings and taking flight, carrying Leon into the sky.

As the silver dragon soared through the clouds, Leon sat on her back and opened the ancient tome his master had given him.

"‘Primordial Magic: Soul Judgment’—this sounds like a specific spell name."

"So... this isn’t just a book about Primordial Magic; it’s a detailed record of one specific spell, right?" Leon asked.

"That seems to be the case," Rosvisser replied.

After a pause, she added, "The Silver Dragon Clan has a thousand-year history, and yet we haven’t managed to find a complete book on Primordial Magic. But your master managed to get his hands on one in just three months..."

"Simple farmers are resourceful. He might’ve dug it up while planting crops," Leon joked.

Rosvisser ignored the joke and said, "Check the author’s name."

"Alright."

Leon flipped to the first page. The author’s name was written in the same ancient script. As he translated it, his pupils involuntarily dilated.

Rosvisser noticed his silence and asked, "What’s wrong? Is there something off about the author?"

"Yeah... there’s a big problem."

Leon swallowed hard and slowly read aloud the name of the book’s author:

"Claudia Poseidon."