Shut Up, Malevolent Dragon! I Don't Want to Have Any More Children With You-Chapter 48Vol 4. : One Who Speaks, One Who Believes

In the blink of an eye, it was time for the little ones to start the new school year.

This was Noa’s final, most crucial semester in the Young Dragon Division, so Leon and Rosvisser were quick to take the kids to school. Upon arriving at St. Cya Academy, they found that many parents had the same idea. The atmosphere was reminiscent of the annual enrollment ceremony.

But this time, they were spared the sight of the old dragon from the Wells family, who used to hover nearby, eagerly shipping various couples. With him absent, Leon and Rosvisser felt significantly more relaxed.

Leon carried Moon in his arms, Rosvisser held Little Light’s hand, and Noa walked a bit ahead on her own. The family of five made a striking sight, drawing admiring glances from those around them.

"I don’t recall seeing Rosvisser and Leon bring their kids together before. A few years ago, they were just a family of four... and now they’re five!"

"They sure have kids quickly. And they seem so in love—just having as many kids as they want."

"Hold on, those two aren’t ordinary folks. That’s the Silver Dragon Queen herself. She’s known as a young and capable leader in our clan, and her husband recently represented the dragons in the peace negotiations with the humans."

"Ah, yes, I’d heard the Silver Dragon Prince played a significant role in ending the war with humanity. I didn’t realize he also represented the dragons in the talks."

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"Yes, he reclaimed some lands for us, and rumor has it he even uncovered some Dragon Kings secretly colluding with humans and dealt with them."

"Having a talented Silver Dragon Prince like him is indeed a blessing for our clan!"

Just like a few years ago, when Leon and Rosvisser brought their children to the enrollment ceremony, the nearby dragons marveled at the scale of their family. This time, however, the Prince’s reputation had grown even more formidable.

But the couple and their children paid no mind to the whispers around them.

Having woken up early, Moon was dozing off in her father’s arms, while Little Light clung sweetly to her mother, her large pink eyes looking forward with excitement about her new school and classmates. Noa, however, glanced around, as if searching for someone.

Rosvisser noticed her daughter’s wandering gaze and quickly understood whom Noa was looking for.

"The Sea Dragon Clan lives further from the academy, so your friend might arrive a bit later."

Noa nodded thoughtfully, *"Got it, Mom."*

Just as she finished speaking, a faint sound of water echoed in Noa’s consciousness.

"You seem quite concerned about your friend, don’t you?"

The ancestral dragon, appearing in her human form with flowing white hair and a hand on her hip, looked elegantly imposing.

"Of course I care about her; she’s my friend," Noa replied naturally, pausing before adding, "Though, come to think of it, I don’t remember you ever mentioning any friends from your time."

"I had none, nor did I need such things," the ancestor replied coolly, her voice calm and detached. "The strongest king at the top is destined to be alone—any emotions or bonds only serve as weaknesses for the truly powerful."

Noa blinked thoughtfully.

After a moment, she understood.

*Ah, the old lady must be going through a bit of an edgy phase.*

But Noa remained remarkably calm in the face of such a lofty statement.

"Oh, I see. That’s nice."

With that, she turned away, heading for the exit of her consciousness space.

The ancestor watched her small figure retreat, her previously composed expression faltering.

"Hey... what’s that supposed to mean?"

"Don’t you think I have a point?"

Noa nodded indifferently, "Yes, makes sense."

"Then why are you so calm? Shouldn’t this be a revelation to you, like hearing the words of a sage?"

*Back in the day, when dragons sought to attend even one lecture by the original Dragon King, tickets were almost impossible to come by.*

*And it wasn’t just a lecture; it was practically a pilgrimage.*

Yet here was a six-year-old child treating her millennia of accumulated wisdom as mere background noise.

This was intolerable! Absolutely intolerable!

Noa looked back thoughtfully and replied, "Not really feeling that way."

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"Maybe it’s because your edgy phase isn’t as severe as my dad’s."

"What’s an ‘edgy phase’?" The ancestor tilted her head, puzzled.

"It’s hard to explain, but I’ll tell you whenever I see my dad acting that way."

After a pause, Noa added earnestly, "He does it often, so you probably won’t have to wait long."

With a wave, she dismissed her ancestor’s comment, "Besides, if you want to go far on the path of strength, you should avoid too many emotional attachments."

For a brief moment, Noa felt a faint stir in her heart—not that she agreed with the ancestor, quite the opposite. She found it difficult to understand such a perspective.

But perhaps it was simply a gap of age and experience. With that thought, she decided not to argue with her ancestor.

"I understand."

With that, Noa exited her consciousness.

Before she knew it, her family had reached the academy’s plaza. It was bustling with students and parents.

Rosvisser found an empty bench, sat down with Little Light, and cradled her gently.

They chatted for a while until Noa noticed a familiar blue figure in the crowd.

"Helena!"

Hearing her name, the young Sea Dragon looked over immediately, also having been on the ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) lookout for Noa.

"Noa-chan~!"

"Mom, Dad, I’m going to see Helena! I’ll catch up with you in class."

"Alright, go ahead, stay safe, and don’t be late," her mother reminded.

"Mm-hmm!"

Noa waved and jogged over to her friend. Helena, equally thrilled, ran toward her.

Meanwhile, the shout of "Helena!" woke up Moon, who had been dozing in Leon’s arms.

Suddenly alert, Moon’s hair stuck up like antennae, her drowsy head quickly clearing.

"Where’s Helena? Where?!"

"Quick, Dad, over there," Little Light pointed.

"Alright, let’s go, Little Light!"

Rosvisser chuckled softly, "Where do you think you’re going?"

Before Leon could respond, Moon wriggled free from his arms and, together with Little Light, hurried over to join Noa.

Watching their daughters’ retreating figures, Leon and Rosvisser were left somewhat bewildered amidst the crowd.

"Looks like Moon and Little Light are just as close with Helena..."

"I told you you’re oblivious," Rosvisser teased.

"How so?"

"Can’t you tell?"

"Then why don’t you explain to me? Why would Moon and Little Light go looking for Helena?"

The queen scoffed lightly and declared with conviction,

"Helena is there with her senior classmates, so they probably want to discuss the upcoming school term with their senior."

The couple shared a smile, both willing to believe in their own explanations, the way only two people who sleep side-by-side might share an easy understanding of the other.

With the girls off to play, Leon and Rosvisser sat on the bench, waiting for the academy staff to guide them.

After a short while, Leon’s keen eyes spotted a familiar figure in the crowd.

He pointed, "Hey, doesn’t that guy look familiar?"

Rosvisser followed his gaze to see a red-haired young man with his back to them, talking animatedly with a staff member.

After a moment of recall, she said, "Oh, that’s the Red Flame Dragon Duke, the one whose kneecaps you shattered. He once tried to pick on Noa, but she broke his arm."

Leon remembered. "Didn’t all the young Red Flame dragons drop out of school after Konstantin’s... incident?"

The "incident" Leon referred to was when old Konstantin, tasked with a national duty to punish the Silver Dragon Clan, met his demise—decapitated and displayed on a tree.

With Konstantin’s fall, the Red Flame Dragon Clan was left leaderless, internal conflicts erupted, and even the young dragons’ education was disrupted, forcing them to withdraw.

"Maybe Konstantin’s return resolved the clan’s issues, allowing the young dragons to re-enroll," Rosvisser speculated.

Leon nodded thoughtfully, "Makes sense."

"Besides, Arnes recently withdrew his troops stationed around Konstantin, and the other Dragon Kings followed suit."

"Arnes probably concluded that Konstantin isn’t a threat anymore, especially since he’s unlikely to unleash any primordial power again."

Rosvisser sighed, "Let’s hope the Red Flame Clan won’t cause any more trouble."

"I doubt it."

"Oh? And why’s that?"

Leon’s face grew serious as he pointed in another direction.

"Because, as volatile as he may be, even old Konstantin wouldn’t be foolish enough to cause trouble here at St. Cya Academy, would he?"

Rosvisser looked over, only to see the crowd instinctively parting, like they were eager to keep their distance from a particular figure.

And the figure they were avoiding was none other than the fiery embodiment of the Red Flame Dragon King himself—

Konstantin.