Shut Up, Malevolent Dragon! I Don't Want to Have Any More Children With You-Chapter 28Vol 4. : Command in the Field

Leon looked around, noticing an unusual sense of calm settling over the area.

"He's been standing there for a while now," someone remarked, breaking the silence.

"Do you think he can hear us? Or maybe he caught onto what we just discussed?"

"Are we talking trouble here?"

"Brother-in-law, are you considering taking down the Twilight Tower Master's servant?"

Leon scoffed, shaking his head. "No, just keeping my guard up. If you all don’t handle it, I could. After all, it’s my line of work."

"Enough jokes. He’s coming over."

As they walked down the alleyway toward its end, the crowd thinned until only the servant of the Twilight Tower Master, Cade, sat at a long table, soon to meet with the elite leaders of the Dragon Clan in Sky City.

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Cade stood to greet them.

"Welcome, I am Cade, the personal attendant to the Twilight Tower Master. It’s a pleasure to finally meet the esteemed leaders of the Dragon Clan in Sky City."

The gathering comprised Rosvisser, Isha, Isu, Claudia—and Leon, who received a subtle but pointed look from Cade, who raised a brow, remarking,

"I'm afraid none of you seem fluent in lip-reading. Seems some guesses were off."

"Hello, Cade," Isha greeted, "Might I ask why the Twilight Tower Master has sent you?"

Knowing the Master of the Twilight Tower, it was unlikely he’d dispatch his personal attendant without a critical purpose. Perhaps another royal decree for the Dragon King was in the works?

As if confirming her thoughts, Cade inclined his head slightly, responding,

"I wonder if any of you have heard about the recent upheaval in the human empire?"

Leon and Rosvisser exchanged glances. She narrowed her eyes, shooting him a pointed look. *Of course, we’ve heard. And you just couldn’t resist being involved, could you?*

Leon shrugged slightly, his expression saying, *What did you expect me to do?*

After this brief exchange, Cade continued,

"Since you seem aware of the empire’s upheaval, we anticipate that certain shifts in royal power among humans will provoke reactions throughout the Dragon Clan."

Recent intelligence from the Dragon Clan warned that such changes would inevitably affect both the brighter and darker factions within the clan over the next four decades.

Cade went on, "This development involves certain dragon kings. Mishandling it could lead to greater hostilities among our already-fragile factions."

"The Master has thus called for a Dragon King council meeting. We had originally planned to send a messenger to your lands, but since you are already in Sky City, I was instructed to meet you directly."

Leon and the others exchanged serious looks. The weight of Cade’s words sunk in; these matters were not merely about defending territories—they bore consequences for every dragon clan.

Leon couldn’t ignore the possibility that, if things deteriorated, it might one day affect his own family. He knew he couldn’t allow tensions among the Dragon Clans to fester, only to regret inaction later.

"Lead the way, Cade," Leon said, and they prepared to follow.

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**Twilight Tower, Summit Council Hall**

Upon arriving, they saw that many dragon kings had already gathered—far more than had attended the prior meeting concerning Konstantin.

Leon’s gaze settled on an elder seated at the head of the table on the left: Odin, the Thunder Dragon King.

Odin held a powerful reputation; he had once fought alongside Beatrice’s grandmother in an ancient campaign in the far north, carrying undeniable authority among the Dragon Kings.

Beside him sat a younger dragon king—Morgan, the Golden Sand Dragon King—Odin’s trusted companion. Morgan noticed Leon’s gaze and offered a casual wave.

Leon inclined his head slightly in response, deciding to save words for later.

Morgan muttered to Odin, “The young one’s here.”

The elder slowly opened his eyes, his ancient, penetrating gaze settling briefly on Leon before looking away without acknowledgment. Leon took this in stride, knowing not to push for interaction.

Around the council table were familiar faces from the northern campaign days, though not from the recent confrontation with Konstantin. Leon recognized several with whom he had clashed in battle during his years leading the Dragon-Slaying Legion in the north.

“I was hoping to see those old rivals again,” Leon murmured to Rosvisser.

She followed his gaze, asking, “You mean the clan leaders from the Dragon War front lines? Why?”

“We’ve crossed paths in battle before.”

“Battle?” Isha chuckled. “Brother-in-law, aren’t you the strongest among us? Surely no Dragon King could have survived after clashing with you?”

Leon sighed and smiled, recalling how back then, his conflicts with certain dragon kings would often be cut short by imperial commands. These rivals had narrowly escaped many times.

“It’s hard to ignore those lingering external threats,” Claudia mused, watching him with an understanding nod.

Leon exhaled lightly. “Now that I think of it, these dragon kings were likely the ones conspiring with the empire for personal gain.”

“Since they profit from prolonging these wars, those involved with the empire’s interests had better be here,” Leon replied, his voice low.

As he spoke, a soft scuffing sound halted all murmurs in the room, and silence fell abruptly. All eyes turned toward the source—Odin. °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •°

The ancient dragon rose and strode deliberately toward the center of the council hall, and the assembled dragons tensed, some even holding their breaths.

Every dragon king was fixed on the Thunder Dragon King’s movements, knowing that Odin’s focused gaze spelled trouble.

Across the table, a few dragons stiffened visibly. This council was, after all, meant to pass judgment on them, and no one knew if Odin might “deal with” them then and there.

“Who is he looking for—”

“Shh! Stay quiet,” whispered one of the older dragon kings, silencing his younger peers.

Odin’s heavy footsteps stopped as he stood directly in front of one particular figure. The dragon kings relaxed a little but couldn’t hide their curiosity. Why had Odin sought out... the Silver Dragon Prince?