Shut Up, Malevolent Dragon! I Don’t Want to Have Any More Children With You Vol. 1 Ch. 163

Chapter 163: Dragon Gene!

The doctors examined Rosvitha’s body and, after confirming no adverse reactions, left behind several doses of dicine to expedite her recovery and so postpartum care instructions before departing.

The two little dragon girls also stopped their gossiping and eagerly approached the bedside to see their new sister.

“She’s so tiny! Feels like she could be punched far away,” Noia’s tone was quite serious.

Leon knew she was emphasizing the baby’s “smallness,” but the wording was a bit too… draconic.

“Oh dear sister, don’t scare the little one,” Muen’s gaze fell on the baby, adding, “One punch might not be enough, it might take two.”

Alright, alright, you two just bully the little sister who can’t understand what you’re saying right now. If she could understand, you’d probably get a spanking with the cord just cut off.

In the bedroom at this mont, Rosvitha lay on her side on the bed; Leon held the baby and sat on the edge of the bed; the two daughters stood on either side of Leon.

A family of five was quite harmonious.

Muen tiptoed and gently pinched the little sister’s cheek.

Soft and chubby, with a hint of baby scent.

Muen’s eyes sparkled with an idea. “Sister, Mom, Dad, let’s give little sister a na!”

“What na does Muen want to give to her little sister?” Leon asked.

During their pregnancy, he and Rosvitha had also thought about the na for their second baby. But they never found a suitable one.

Until now, the baby has landed, and we still haven’t figured out this na. But since Muen brought it up, why not brainstorm together as a family?

Muen blinked her beautiful eyes, touched her chin, pondered for a mont, and said, “Let’s call her Star~ Muen’s na ans ‘moon,’ so it’s reasonable for the little sister to be called Star~”

Reasonable… indeed, it’s quite reasonable. But whether it’s the word “star” itself or using so other homophones, it doesn’t seem quite suitable for a princess’s formal na. A nickna might barely work.

“Star isn’t quite right,” Noia said.

Muen pouted, “Then sister, what na do you suggest?”

“Well… since my na cos from the ancient hero of the dragon clan ‘Noah’ in English, for the little sister, let’s choose a homophone of another hero.”

Noia thought for a mont and said, “How about… Blaze?”

Muen, with a serious face, evaluated, “That sounds like a barbarian’s na, sister.”

“Where’s the barbarian in that?”

“It’s totally barbaric, not as good as my star.”

“Blaze!”

“Star!”

“Blaze!”

“Star~~~”

The sisters simultaneously turned to look at Leon.

“Dad!”

“Huh? Uh… what’s up?”

Leon startled, almost dropping the little daughter in his arms.

“Dad, which one do you think is better, Star or Blaze?”

Leon pursed his lips, actually thinking both nas were quite ordinary. Just as he had thought earlier, “Star” didn’t have much aning, and its pronunciation wasn’t suitable as a na.

As for “Blaze,” setting aside whether it sounded barbaric or not, it simply didn’t sound like a girl’s na at all.

However, he didn’t want to dampen the enthusiasm of his two daughters, so he glanced at Rosvitha for help.

The queen naturally understood the thoughts of her captives. After a mont’s thought, she addressed the two daughters, “Naming is a very important matter. Your father and I couldn’t decide even after thinking for a long ti, so we can’t be hasty now.”

Muen shyly leaned towards her sister, playing with her fingers and said, “We understand, Mom.”

Noia gently tugged at Muen’s little tail, rubbed her cheek, and considered the harmless little sister quarrel earlier resolved.

With age and experience, even they couldn’t avoid having differences in opinions. But that wasn’t a big deal. It was good that her daughters had independent thoughts. And as twin sisters, they wouldn’t actually fight.

Leon and Rosvitha trusted their daughters’ moral character.

“Although we haven’t figured out the na yet, could you girls help Mom and Dad by telling us, does our little sister look more like Dad or Mom?” Leon tily changed the subject.

Of course, he redirected it to the less contentious topic between him and Rosvitha.

Rosvitha lay on the bed, rolling her eyes in silence. It was only because she was a bit weak at the mont that she didn’t have the energy to argue with him.

Otherwise, when it ca to this matter, the Silver Dragon Queen would never yield! Dragon genes were the coolest!

“The baby has just been born, so it’s hard to tell who she looks like for now,” Rosvitha paused, then as if rembering sothing, she added, “But you can take a look at her… tail~”

Leon’s body stiffened, “Tail…?”

Seeing his reaction, Rosvitha smiled satisfactorily, “Yes, a tail. Our little daughter has a super~~ cute dragon tail~”

Leon still rembered the first ti he argued with Rosvitha about whether Noia and Muen looked more like him or her. He had logically presented various physical features of their baby daughters, thinking it would make the dragoness admit they looked more like him.

But what was the result? Rosvitha simply said, “They have tails,” and that completely disard Leon.

So during Rosvitha’s pregnancy, Leon had diligently exposed his unborn daughter to human culture through prenatal education, hoping that after birth, she would have more human characteristics. But in the end, did dragon genes still dominate?

NO!!

“Daddy~ Daddy~ Let us see our little sister’s tail too~” Muen excitedly bounced a couple of tis.

Leon sighed inwardly. A tail was just a tail. But if there was a third child in the future, they would definitely restore human glory!

With that thought, Leon carefully placed his daughter on the bed and then slowly uncovered the blankets wrapped around her.

Once uncovered, the trio saw a short tail wriggling beneath the baby’s lumbar spine, resembling a large cocoon – the most straightforward comparison a human like Leon could co up with.

After all, he had never grown a tail himself. Muen and Noia leaned over the edge of the bed, tiptoeing to get a better look at their little sister’s tail.

Muen’s eyes were almost sparkling, and her mouth ford an “O” shape from her sister’s tail cuteness.

“So adorable! I want to touch!”

She slowly reached out her hand, extending her index finger to gently poke the baby’s tail. It was soft and supple, with a cute texture. As Muen touched it, the tail twitched slightly, and the baby let out a low hum.

“Wow~~ So much fun~~” Muen applauded.

But Leon frowned as he looked at his youngest daughter’s tail. “The color… Why is it different from Noia’s and Muen’s?”

Noia and Muen both had silver tails like Rosvitha. But their youngest daughter’s tail was more… pink?

Half an hour ago, when the doctor brought the cleaned baby to Rosvitha’s side after cutting the umbilical cord, she also noticed this, but she thought it was a lighting issue. But now, it was morning, and the baby’s tail still seed pink?

“Let see.” Rosvitha said.

Leon brought the baby to Rosvitha’s pillow. Looking down, indeed, the tail was pinkish.

“But it’s not pure pink…”

Rosvitha gently pinched the tip of the baby’s tail, where there were a few small red scales. She murmured, “It’s more like… diluted red.”

Red?

Leon startled, suddenly realizing sothing.

At the sa ti, a maid ca to report from outside, “Your Majesty, Your Highness, Princess Isabella has arrived.”