Shut Up, Malevolent Dragon! I Don’t Want to Have Any More Children With You Vol. 1 Ch. 17

Chapter 17: So, it turns out to be a double whammy!

Leon sat at the table with Muen’s support.

Muen raised her little hand, gently rubbing Leon’s nose bridge, apologising sweetly.

“Sorry, Daddy, Muen didn’t an to. Muen didn’t expect a gentle push on the door to send Daddy so far away.”

She pouted, her warm eyes gleaming as if she would cry if Leon didn’t forgive her.

“Does Daddy still hurt? Muen will blow on it for you, and it won’t hurt anymore~”

Leon lifted Muen onto his lap, wiping away the warm liquid from the corners of her eyes. “It’s okay, Muen, don’t think too much. Daddy’s fault. I couldn’t even handle a simple wooden board. In the future, Daddy will exercise more and try to resist better.”

Muen laughed and wiped the corner of her eye, “As long as Daddy’s not hurt, it’s good!”

Leon smiled and pinched Muen’s little nose, “Alright, let’s go—chua~.”

He made a gesture like turning a page in a book, “Let’s turn this over and forget about it, okay?”

Muen squinted and smiled, softly responding, “Okay~ Daddy is the best~.”

With that, Muen hugged Leon’s neck and kissed his cheek firmly.

Leon, pleasantly surprised by the affection, couldn’t help but have so additional thoughts. Why did it feel like being chard by his daughter…

Five minutes ago, “Don’t touch , idiot.”

Five minutes later, “Daddy is the best, muuuua~.”

Sigh—

Dragons were truly creatures that were hard to understand.

“Daddy, what are we going to do this afternoon?”

This question caught Leon off guard. He picked up the paper on the table and pointed to the contents, “In the afternoon, Daddy will teach you to write these three nas. How about that?”

Learning to read and write was a new and interesting thing for Muen.

She nodded, “Yes, yes, Daddy, teach quickly!”

“Didn’t Mom teach you before?” Leon asked casually while preparing paper and pen.

“Mother said to wait until you woke up and let you teach , hehe~.”

Damn.

Mother dragon should have a na Laziness.

Muen grabbed a small stool and sat next to Leon.

Leon first taught her the proper way to hold the pen.

Muen quickly grasped it and could hold the pen steadily after a few tries. Then, Leon began teaching her from the stage of recognising characters.

“Don’t press too hard, or you might pierce through the paper. Take it slow, don’t rush.”

“Mmm.”

Muen’s understanding was also good. With a little guidance from Leon, she could replicate his na following the sa pattern.

“Great job, Muen. Now, let’s move on to morising the stroke order of the letters,” Leon said.

“Huh? Is there a specific order for that too? Muen thought you just needed to write them.”

“Of course, there are rules. Without rules, there’s no order. If there’s no prescribed order, it’s not writing. It’s drawing.”

Leon patiently explained, “With a prescribed order, the letters you write will look better, Muen.”

“Okay~ I got it, Daddy. I’ll practice hard!”

“Mmm, let’s continue.”

Leon began teaching the stroke order of the letters.

At first, Muen couldn’t help but write whichever stroke she found easier, but with Leon’s patient correction and natural aptitude, she quickly wrote the na “Leon Casmode” beautifully.

Leon was satisfied with her progress. Next, they moved on to practising Rosvitha’s na. Her na posed a bit more difficulty.

However, perhaps due to the buff from “Mother Dragon,” Muen practised with extra diligence.

When practising Leon’s na, she used three pages of paper, but when practising Rosvitha’s na, Muen used a full seven or eight pages.

Leon looked at the table full of paper and said softly, “You really like writing your mom’s na so much…”

“Umm…”

“You keep practising, Daddy needs to use the restroom.”

“Oh, okay.”

Muen blinked her pretty eyes.

At a young age, she couldn’t understand the aning of “being jealous.”

But she could sense that Daddy seed to care about the different page numbers of her paper practice. So, while Leon was in the restroom, Muen quietly picked up her pen and started rewriting Leon’s na.

In no ti, she practised many more sheets of “Leon Casmode.”

“1, 2, 3… 11 sheets, Daddy, Muen wrote 11 sheets of your na!”

When Leon returned, Muen happily held up the 11 sheets of paper for him to see.

Leon was montarily surprised, and his heart ward. He said,

“Good girl.

You’re truly a little cotton-padded jacket, understanding your old father so well!

You’re a thousand tis better than your stubborn donkey mother!”

Leon embraced Muen’s small face and affectionately rubbed it.

Muen’s chubby cheeks were squashed flat, but she was very happy. It seed like the first ti Daddy initiated such intimacy with her.

“Alright, let’s practice the last na, which is your own, Muen lkvi.”

“Hmm? Isn’t Muen your na?”

Leon blinked, “Could it be that we have different understandings of ‘Muen’…”

“No, no, it’s a middle na. Muen has a middle na.”

The custom of having a middle na is quite common among the descendants of the imperial family in the empire. It often took the surna of soone who married or was adopted into the royal family.

It also represented the royal family’s respect for that person, acknowledging their status within the royal family.

Leon didn’t expect that this custom also existed within the dragon race.

“No, no, it’s a middle na. Muen has a middle na.”

Leon pursed his lips, a bit unclear about what the mother dragon was thinking.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he said, “Alright, Daddy understands. Let’s start practising your na.”

When writing her na, Muen was also very serious. Her na was pronounced like “moon,” and it was also easy to spell.

Not everyone was like that mother dragon Rosvitha, given such an awkward and tongue-twisting na. Leon was even worried that in the future, during the passionate monts of resonance due to their dragon marks, he might accidentally call out the wrong na.

“Done practising! Daddy, how does it look?”

Leon looked at the paper.

Muen’s handwriting was neat, and the strokes were consistent. For a child, it was already excellent.

He patted Muen’s head satisfactorily, “Hmm, Muen, you’re amazing. You’ve learned the nas of our family so quickly.”

“Mmm.”

Muen was montarily stunned, then shook her head, “No, no. If we’re a family, then we’re missing one.”

Leon’s heart skipped a beat, and the smile on his face suddenly froze.

A family still missing one…

Thinking back to the grumpy version of Muen he encountered at noon…

So, there was only one truth!

Leon couldn’t help but swallow hard.

“So, it turns out I wasn’t just passionately captivated from the beginning, but also… a double shot!”