Shut Up, Malevolent Dragon! I Don’t Want to Have Any More Children With You Vol. 1 Ch. 152

Chapter 152: Copycat Brave

Noia’s winter vacation had arrived.

Leon had promised her earlier that he would teach her so advanced Thunder Magic during the winter break. Because of this, Leon had to accelerate his progress in solving his own problem of magic depletion.

Although he hadn’t found the true “cause” yet, over the past month, Leon had been adept at deceiving his own body, storing a considerable amount of magic in his dragon pattern.

With this stored magic, whether for demonstration or teaching Noia, he had more than enough. Of course, Leon could accumulate so much magic in a month, thanks in part to the mother dragon.

Since that night with the photograph, their relationship had beco sowhat more relaxed— at least there weren’t the previous intense situations of “fighting every day, fighting day and night” anymore.

However, Leon felt that this should be largely attributed to Rosvitha’s increasingly prominent pregnant belly and the fact that she hadn’t thought of any “new ways to play” yet.

But regardless of the reasons, being able to accumulate magic was a good thing. If Rosvitha ever regained her dragon beauty and reputation and wanted to relive the feeling of turning in howork with Leon, he would make sure that the evil dragon wouldn’t have it easy.

With so much thunder elent magic, I won’t be considered a loser if I don’t numb your tail.

In winter, a light snowfall draped the Silver Dragon Temple in white.

In the practice field, Muen, wearing a pink dragon paw earmuff and thick gloves, pushed a huge snowball that was completely disproportionate to her figure.

Dad said that freshly fallen snow is the stickiest and the best for making snown, so if you want to make a perfectly round snowman, now is the best ti.

The little dragon girl had just finished the lower half of the snowman and was now actively piling up the upper half.

After teaching his youngest daughter how to build a snowman, Leon turned to start teaching his eldest daughter the advanced techniques of Thunder Magic.

“Noia, first tell about your progress at the academy,” Leon said. “That way, I can determine where to start.”

If he explained too superficially, Noia would have already learned these things at the academy, wasting ti. But if he delved too deeply, even a clever girl like Noia might beco confused, which wouldn’t help her learning efficiency.

Noia nodded. “Sure, Dad. I’ve learned so B-level Thunder Magic at the academy, and next sester I’ll be taught so A-level Thunder Magic, so I want to get familiar with it in advance here.”

High EQ: Getting familiar with it in advance here, Dad.

Low EQ: Rolling my classmates over next sester.

Noia had always been very clear about what she needed, especially in terms of learning. Such students didn’t require constant supervision to study, making teaching them a breeze for teachers.

When she ntioned “A-level” and “B-level,” she was referring to the difficulty of learning magic. Both humans and dragons use English letters to distinguish the difficulty of magic learning.

However, due to the significant differences between the two species, the sa magic might be classified as A-level for humans but B-level for dragons.

Of course, these were minor issues. Leon had made plenty of preparations beforehand and wouldn’t make mistakes like mixing up the grading system, as that would hinder Noia’s learning.

For the sake of his beloved daughter, Leon had completely relearned a set of magic grading systems, relying solely on rote morization.

“A-level magic, huh… Alright,” Leon said.

In most cases, the difficulty of learning a magic spell often represented its final effect. Like how the damage caused by a C-level magic spell was almost always inferior to that of an A-level magic spell.

But why did he say “most cases” and “almost”?

Because there were always exceptions.

Magic was also divided into combat, skill, and auxiliary types, which Noia wasn’t involved with yet. So Leon didn’t delve into these redundant details, only explaining the concept briefly.

Noia listened attentively. Once she had a grasp of the deeper levels of magic grading, Leon went straight to the point.

“So, Dad will teach you the most practical A-level Thunder Magic, which is also Dad’s favorite.”

“Mm-hmm!” Noia wagged her tail excitedly, brimming with excitent.

She no longer minded expressing any of her feelings in front of Leon. After all, he was her dad, not those childish adults outside. What was wrong with being a little coquettish and cute with Dad?

Leon extended his right hand, palm facing up, fingers curled, and then activated his magic. In an instant, a faint lightning flashed, enveloping Leon’s entire palm. Countless electric arcs crackled through the air, emitting crisp bursts.

The light reflected in Noia’s pupils as she slightly opened her mouth, her little face filled with envy.

As the perennial top scorer in the Young Dragon Departnt, Noia could imdiately tell the difficulty of this A-level magic. Gathering high-purity lightning magic into one point and securely affixing it to the hand was entirely different from the simple “energy gathering.”

It might even end up hurting oneself. Achieving Leon’s level of proficiency, which seed effortless, required not only extensive practice but also a certain level of talent.

“This move has two release thods,” Leon explained as he led Noia to a practice dummy. With a swift hand motion, he pierced through the dummy effortlessly with a lightning-wrapped hand blade.

“The first one, like this, releases in place, utilizing the high explosiveness of thunder magic to deliver a lethal blow to the enemy.”

The most powerful moves often employed the simplest attack thods, which was the advantage of thunder magic.

“Ah, what about the second one?” Noia inquired.

“The second one requires the user to have keen insight and superb physical skills,” Leon elaborated. “Once you’ve created a distance from the enemy, you can use this move after a high-speed sprint. The inertia from the sprint significantly enhances the penetrative power of the attack. The effect is undoubtedly stronger than releasing it in place, but it also carries higher risks.”

Rosvitha’s mind stirred as she nodded. “So, Dad, when you ntioned needing sharp observation and physical skills, it’s to prevent interruption or ambushes during the high-speed sprint, right?”

Leon smiled and patted Noia’s head. “Noia is very clever; that’s exactly it.”

“Well, Dad, does this move have a na?” Noia asked.

“Of course, it does,” Leon replied. He reassembled the lightning magic, causing arcs to crackle sharply in the air.

“Because when used, the magic energy will friction with the air, emitting this sharp sound, like a thousand birds chirping. So, the na of this move is…”

Noia gazed with her beautiful eyes, eagerly waiting.

“Thunder Thrust.”

The most powerful moves not only had the simplest attack thods but also the most straightforward nas.

“But, Dad, what does this na have to do with the thousand birds chirping you ntioned earlier?” Even Noia couldn’t resist a bit of teasing.

“It doesn’t really matter. Dad was just showing off his taphorical skills. Do you want Dad to teach you so?” Leon chuckled.

Noia smirked, “Haha, Dad, you’re so funny.”

Of course, it did matter a bit.

The dragon race called this cooperative offensive thunder magic “Thunder Thrust,” simple and lacking in creativity, just like their classic opening move “Dragon Fla.” They were such a barbaric race, only knowing how to fight!

Naming things should be left to us humans, Leon thought. After humans developed this magic, due to the bird-like sound it emitted when used, it was given a more vivid and aningful na—

“Thousand Birds.”

Ahem, of course, Leon couldn’t tell Noia this na, even as a joke about a “nicer na Dad has.”

Given Noia’s intelligence, if she ever ca across the na of this technique being devised by humans in so book, it would be difficult for her not to associate her old father with humans. After undergoing the educational principles of the St. Hys Academy, her human father might end up becoming her “graduation project.”

Leon shook his head, retracting his absurd thoughts. But since his mind wandered to this point, he couldn’t help but consider his human identity and the relationship between him and his daughters.

At that mont, the sound of crunching snow approached the entrance of the practice field. Father and daughter turned to look.

It was Rosvitha.

She stood in the snow, draped in a thick silver cloak, her figure graceful and delicate, her exquisite face as pure as fresh snow.