Shut Up, Malevolent Dragon! I Don’t Want to Have Any More Children With You Vol. 2 Ch. 87

As it turned out, Leon’s “never leave empty-handed” strategy was absolutely the right call.

After successfully stealing the Heartscales and returning to the ‘secret base,’ Aurora tested a few of them. At first, there were no signs that the reversal magic was working. It wasn’t until she had tried more than ten scales that they finally found one with a magical property similar to Lavie’s.

The first test of the reversal magic was a success.

Now that the energy source was secured, all that remained was fine-tuning and adjusting to ensure that no unexpected mishaps occurred during the reversal process—like tearing her dad into shreds or sending him back in ti without his clothes.

The workload was imnse, and Aurora couldn’t afford any mistakes. She worked tirelessly, day and night, perfecting the reversal magic.

With less than three months remaining, she had to send her dad back in ti before it was too late. Only then could they prevent the battle that left her mother in a coma.

During this ti, Leon was also diligently practicing the *Nine Gates of Hell* technique, as taught by his youngest daughter, putting in extra hours whenever he could. He never neglected his mana refinent and storage either.

The Space Rift battle had caught him off guard last ti, which allowed Lavie and her allies to trap him in a space barrier after he defeated Stal. But this ti, with half a year of preparation and significant progress in the *Nine Gates of Hell,* even if the three Dragon Kings attacked him directly, Leon would only smile and say, “Ti to eat.”

anwhile, Noa and Moon continued their regular missions, ensuring that nothing went wrong in the critical final months.

The four of them, father and daughters, each played their part, all working toward the day when the reversal magic would be complete.

But... not even the busy and intense preparations could keep Leon’s mind entirely focused. He often found his thoughts drifting toward one thing—Rosvisser.

The night before the final deadline, with less than 24 hours to go, Leon went alone to the room where Rosvisser’s crystal was kept. He dragged a chair over and sat beside the crystal.

Inside, his beautiful wife lay peacefully, her brows relaxed, looking serene and lovely. Her hands were folded over her abdon, resting atop a photograph.

It was a photo taken by a sneaky photographer during a family portrait session—a "couple’s photo" where Leon and Rosvisser were gazing into each other’s eyes, love evident in their expressions.

On the back of the photo were the words Leon would never forget:

"May the silver light always shine in the eyes of those we love."

Leon believed that before Rosvisser lost consciousness, she didn’t know whether she would ever wake up again. She had chosen this photo as her sole companion for this unknown, endless sleep.

Noa had said that their mother didn’t understand emotions well and wasn’t good at expressing them. But Rosvisser knew what she cared about and what she couldn’t live without.

In a world where "Leon didn’t exist," she had stood her ground alone for six months. She was the most solitary queen on the throne, the saddest and most sorrowful wife.

Up until the mont she fell into a coma, did she still believe... that Leon would return and save everything?

For the past few months, Leon had visited this room almost every night, spending long hours alone with Rosvisser. He didn’t speak, didn’t do anything—he just sat there, silently watching his sleeping wife.

But...

Every ti he entered this room, it took him a long ti to ntally prepare himself.

He was scared. Terrified. Sotis, his legs even trembled.

At first, Leon had managed to keep a decent mindset.

But as ti passed, especially in these last few days, he found himself increasingly afraid to stand by Rosvisser’s side, to look at her, to share his deepest thoughts with her.

Leon was a man with a sensitive heart, prone to overthinking, but not very skilled at managing his negative emotions.

Much like years ago, when the temporary Dragon King of the Red Dragon Clan, Augur, had told him that "the dragons will take everything from you." Leon had spiraled into self-doubt and reflection.

That ti, he had managed to pull through.

And the one who helped him was Rosvisser.

Though she wasn’t good at expressing her feelings, she understood Leon. She knew how to reach into the darkness of his heart and pull him out of it.

So many tis, she had been his "emotional guide."

After all, the queen hadn’t lived over two hundred years for nothing. Her life experience far exceeded Leon’s.

But now, with Leon overwheld by longing and worry, what could he do?

Without Rosvisser, his heart felt like a tangled ss—impossible to unravel.

He pushed aside his sinking thoughts, inhaled deeply, and slowly exhaled.

Then Leon reached out and placed his hand gently on the crystal.

It was cold, like the harsh reality he now faced.

“I miss you... so much.”

If everything went well, he would be able to see her in just 24 hours.

But... who could guarantee that everything would go smoothly?

Leon was rarely so unsure of himself.

Because he never feared failure.

Fail, and you try again. Fail once, try once more. Fail countless tis, then try countless tis more. He was the guy who never went down easily.

But.

This ti was different.

If he failed now, he might never be able to hold his beloved again.

The weight of it pressed down on his chest like a mountain, nearly suffocating him.

This wasn’t just a race against ti—it was a love that transcended ti and space, one he had to save.

Could he really do it?

“It’s late, get so rest.”

Noa’s voice ca from behind him. “Aurora says the reversal magic will be ready in just a few hours. You need to conserve your strength.”

“I’m fine. I feel okay.”

Leon didn’t turn around. He continued to quietly watch Rosvisser, his voice calm, though Noa could hear a faint tremor in it.

Noa hesitated, then walked over to stand beside him.

That was when Leon noticed, out of the corner of his eye, that she was holding a small, intricately carved wooden box. Though it was delicate, it looked worn and aged.

“What’s this...?”

Noa opened the box, revealing an assortnt of seemingly unrelated trinkets.

There was a black fragnt, a Rubik’s cube, a note, an essay, and a family photo.

“These are things that are really important to ,” Noa said.

Leon looked at the items, recognizing them. The Rubik’s cube was sothing he had made for Moon, and he had given one to Noa too, even though she had acted aloof and hadn’t wanted to acknowledge it at the ti.

The note had “Noa K. lkwe” written on it, probably from when he had been teaching Moon to write and had written Noa’s na on it as an example.

The essay recorded an account of a date Leon and Rosvisser had gone on in Sky City and Noa’s thoughts about their love.

And, of course, the family photo.

“I had planned to collect a lot more things to fill this box.”

Noa continued, “But in the twenty years since you disappeared, nothing new has been added. Each thing has its own aning, but when tragedy strikes, those anings beco tornt. So...”

Noa conjured dragon fire in her hand and set the wooden box, which she had kept for two decades, alight.

The items inside—the Rubik’s cube, the note, the essay, the photo—burned away, leaving only the black fragnt, glistening in the flas.

Leon was startled, trying to stop the fire.

But Noa threw the box onto the ground, letting it burn.

She held her father’s hand, tears glistening in her eyes, her voice choking up.

“Whether you succeed or fail, I don’t need this anymore.”

“If you change the past and restore the original tiline, the box will return to , and everything I cared about will co back.”

“But if you fail... you and my sisters will be all I have left.”

“So, go ahead. Do what you need to do, Leon Kasmode.”

“No matter the outco, you’ll never be alone.”

A few months ago, as Leon had opened up to his daughter, the future version of her and the past version had started to rge.

And now, Leon saw the reflection of Rosvisser in Noa.

The person who had always pulled him out of the darkness seed like she had never truly left him.

...

A few hours later, in the crystal room, Aurora was preparing to activate the reversal magic.

The Heartscales floated quietly in the magic circle, supplying energy to the spell.

The runes began to glow, and the swirling energy in the room picked up speed, creating gusts of wind that clashed in the confined space.

Aurora brushed her hair back, smoothing it as it blew wildly in the wind. She turned toward Leon.

“Stand here.”

Leon stepped into the center of the magic circle.

“If all goes well, the reversal magic will be complete in ten minutes. That ans... in just ten minutes, you’ll see Mom again.”

“I understand.”

The wind howled, and Aurora stood before Leon, her head slightly bowed. “Dad.”

“What is it?”

“I... helped, didn’t I?”

Leon was taken aback, not quite understanding why his youngest daughter was asking such a question at the last minute.

“Twenty years ago, I didn’t get your approval before you disappeared

.”

Noa explained from behind them, “So now... praise your youngest daughter.”

Leon finally understood.

He looked at Aurora, stretched out his hand, and ruffled her pink hair.

“You did great, Aurora. You’re Dad’s most amazing daughter.”

“Really—”

“Ahem.” Noa cleared her throat, pulling Moon into a hug.

Leon quickly corrected himself, “One of the most amazing daughters.”

Aurora smiled, took off her glasses to wipe her eyes, and put them back on.

“When you get back, make sure to remind not to stay up late reading. I don’t want to wear glasses anymore.”

“I’ll rember.”

Moon, nervously tugging at the hem of her shirt, quietly approached Aurora. She stared at her father, bathed in the glowing light, unsure of what to say. Normally the most talkative of the three, she found herself at a loss for words.

Was this a farewell...

Or the beginning of a reunion?

Moon didn’t know.

But she knew one thing—

“Dad, you... you’re going to save the world, right?”

In her eyes, her dad was a hero—a hero who could do anything.

Twenty years ago, he had been. And twenty years later, he still was.

“I will. I promise, Moon.”

“Then, when you co back, make lots of steak. Your steak is my favorite.”

“Sure, I’ll make it with Mom.”

“Yay!”

Moon’s excitent poured out in a rush, but she knew the remaining ti belonged to her eldest sister.

She and Aurora stepped aside, allowing Leon and Noa to et each other’s gaze from across the room.

Noa stood, arms crossed, leaning against the wall.

She looked into Leon’s dark eyes and smiled softly.

“I’ll be waiting for you in the past, Dad.”