Shut Up, Malevolent Dragon! I Don’t Want to Have Any More Children With You Vol. 3 Ch. 6

Noa leaned against the temple gate as a massive silver figure descended slowly into the courtyard.

The small “boss” crossed her arms and called out, “They’re back.”

In the next second, a tiny figure dashed out.

“Mom! Dad! You’re ho!” Moon ran up excitedly.

Rosvisser was about to kneel down to welco her precious daughter, but the man beside her, that annoying husband of hers, beat her to it.

The Queen shot him a sideways glance, ntally noting this little act of "kneeling first."

*What’s with him?*

*Not only does he stop from feeling jealous, but now I can’t even hold a grudge? Seriously.*

As Rosvisser silently grumbled to herself, a tuft of pink hair entered her vision.

“Mom, hug ~”

Ah, well, at least soone is still attached to . Sure, you may have gotten to hug our daughter first, but mine ca asking for a hug herself! Way more special!

General Leon, happily playing with the children, could never imagine that his supposedly cold and dignified wife was ntally writing an entire essay about these little rivalries.

The couple each carried one daughter up the steps.

Noa straightened up as her parents approached, greeting them formally. “Welco ho, Mom and Dad.”

“Mm, did you take good care of your sisters while we were gone?” Leon asked.

Noa smiled and nodded. “Yes, Dad.”

Leon, holding Moon in one arm, reached over with the other hand to pat Noa’s head. “Noa, you’re the best.”

The young girl’s face flushed red as she turned her gaze away, embarrassed.

Leon knew his eldest daughter well. Rather than asking her things like “Did you behave while we were away?” or “How’s your magic training going?”, Noa much preferred questions like “Did you do a good job taking care of your sisters?”

It made her feel more grown-up.

In so ways, she was more mature than many adults, even outperforming them in certain aspects.

The family of five, chatting and laughing, entered the temple.

Dinner was prepared by the maids.

As Milan served the dishes, Rosvisser noticed the faint smile on her face, as if she were thinking of sothing pleasant.

Rosvisser didn’t ask about it at first, but when Milan ca back with more dishes and was still smiling, even Rosvisser’s usual disinterest couldn’t stop her curiosity from being piqued.

“Milan.”

“Yes, Your Majesty? Is sothing the matter?” Milan stood next to Rosvisser, bending slightly in respect.

“You seem to be in a good mood. What’s making you so happy?” Rosvisser asked with a smile, trying to soften her usually serious expression.

At this, a blush spread across Milan’s face as she fiddled with her hair, replying quietly, “N-Nothing really, Your Majesty.”

Before she could finish, Shirley appeared out of nowhere, wrapping her arm around Milan’s shoulders with a mischievous grin. “You haven’t heard, Your Majesty? Milan’s in lo—mmph mmph!”

Milan imdiately clamped a hand over Shirley’s mouth. “What are you doing sneaking into the maid team? Get back to your post with the scouts!”

Rosvisser’s eyes sparkled. “Oh~ So it’s love, is it?”

At that mont, General Leon, who had been calmly eating his al, froze, ntally grumbling to himself:

*You dragons live for hundreds of years, and you're only now falling in love? Talk about late bloors.*

“It’s not like that, Your Majesty! It’s just… just so casual interaction…” Milan stamred, trying to explain. “Anyway, dinner is served, please enjoy!”

Milan quickly dragged Shirley out of the dining room, muttering, “Big mouth! Big mouth!”

Shirley just chuckled.

As their footsteps faded, Rosvisser turned back to her al, her thoughts still lingering on Milan’s sudden romance.

Milan had been a maid for a long ti, and there’d never been any gossip about her before. Now, out of nowhere, she’s fallen in love…

*Could it be that my recent campaign about our ‘epic love story’ has inspired the young maids to seek out love for themselves?*

*Well, well, good for the Silver Dragon Clan! Love for all!*

“Hey, what’s with that goofy smile? It’s not like you’ve fallen in love,” Leon said, snapping his fingers in front of Rosvisser’s face.

Rosvisser ca back to her senses and frowned. “Maybe I haven’t fallen in love, but I’m married. Got a problem with that?”

Her retort left Leon montarily speechless.

“Oooh~ Mom’s blushing!” Moon chid in teasingly.

After so playful banter, dinner continued.

The three little ones quickly finished and went to the courtyard to play.

Leon and Rosvisser took their ti, enjoying the rest of the al together.

“By the way, when you were in the cave, you told your ntor it was *you* who wanted to practice Primordial Magic and asked him to help you find resources. Why didn’t you just say it was who needed it?” Rosvisser asked.

Leon set down his knife and fork, dabbing his mouth with a napkin before responding, “If I told him it was you, he might overthink it. But if I say it’s for , he’ll take it seriously and put in the effort to help.”

“Oh, is that so?”

Leon’s eyes flickered. “What, you didn’t think of that?”

Rosvisser shot him a sideways glare. “Of course, I thought of that. I just wanted to hear your explanation.”

“Are you satisfied with my answer?”

“It’s decent. Satisfactory.”

Her usual prideful tone diffused the tension, much to Leon’s amusent.

He chuckled to himself and began fiddling with his fork, tapping it against his plate rhythmically. Not loud enough to disturb, just sothing to pass the ti.

Rosvisser continued to eat at her leisurely pace.

“Aren’t you going to play with the girls now that you’ve finished eating?” Rosvisser asked nonchalantly.

Leon leaned back in his chair, arm draped over the backrest. “Too lazy to move.”

“Too lazy to move? Hmph. More like you’re enjoying playing the role of a good husband and keeping your wife company through dinner.”

“Oh, sure, sure—”

Leon dramatically tilted his head, feigning disbelief. “Don’t be so full of yourself, Dragon Queen. I’m just observing how dragons eat for research purposes.”

“And what are you planning to do with that research?”

“Write a book, *My Years of Being Captured by a Silver Dragon*.”

“That sounds like a cheap knockoff you’d find at a street stall.”

“Haha, you’re funny, Your Majesty. Now finish your al.”

Rosvisser suppressed the urge to laugh, her mouth twitching as she resud eating.

Not long after, the head maid Anna appeared.

“Excuse , Your Majesty, my lord.”

Just as Rosvisser finished her al, Leon handed her a couple of napkins. She took them, wiped her mouth, and turned to Anna. “What’s the matter?”

“Well, Your Majesty, a while back you encouraged everyone to pursue free love and revive the Silver Dragon Clan. The response has been very positive.”

Anna continued, “However… as you know, the traditional Dragon Clan mbers aren’t exactly skilled in interacting with the opposite sex, let alone in matters of love or expressing their feelings.”

Rosvisser nodded thoughtfully. “True, I hadn’t considered that.”

“Yes, and now several people have approached , saying that since I’ve been by your side for so long, I must have learned many of your and the prince’s love secrets. They’ve been asking to teach them.”

Anna shook her head with a wry smile. “But I don’t know anything about love myself… So, Your Majesty, my lord, would you consider giving the people so guidance on love yourselves?”

The couple exchanged glances.

They launched into a ntal conversation.

Leon: *What the hell do they an by giving ‘guidance’? What am I supposed to teach them? How to get captured by the enemy and then impregnate the other side?*

Rosvisser: *Love that cos after marriage doesn’t apply to everyone. We’ll have to take it step by step.*

Leon: *Are you seriously taking my joke literally?*

Rosvisser: *I think Anna’s idea is a good one. Since we started this movent, we can’t just abandon it halfway. We need to thoroughly teach them how to love.*

Leon: *Oh, like you’re such an expert in love…*

Rosvisser: *I have you, don’t I?*

Leon: *? I never said I’d help you with this—*

“It’s settled then. Anna, tomorrow the prince and I will personally share our experiences in love,” Rosvisser declared.

Leon: *What?*

*Fine, fine, you win, Dragon Queen.*