Shut Up, Malevolent Dragon! I Don’t Want to Have Any More Children With You Vol. 3 Ch. 50

In the backyard training field of the Silver Dragon Sanctuary, Rosvisser stood with her eyes slightly closed, her hands outstretched, palms facing each other.

Before long, a soft, milky-white energy began to gather in her hands, creating visible air currents around her.

The energy continued to condense in Rosvisser's palms, forming what was known as the "Primordial Force"—a powerful energy source necessary to cast Primordial Magic.

She focused, compressing the Primordial Force into a small ball the size of a soybean. Only then did she allow herself a brief sigh of relief.

In the past, this would have marked the end of her training session, and judging by the speed and efficiency with which she condensed the energy today, her progress was impressive.

But Rosvisser was not one to settle for just "good enough."

Now that Leon had gotten her a book on Primordial Magic from his master, she was determined to push herself harder. She couldn't let her husband's good intentions go to waste.

Most importantly, her own desire to grow stronger burned deep inside her.

The Empire, in secret collusion with so dragon clans, had far more sinister plans than just hunting Leon.

Whatever they were plotting, as the Queen of the Silver Dragons, Rosvisser had a duty to protect her people. In this chaotic world, she needed to ensure they had a firm foothold. She would not let the tides of change sweep them away.

Primordial Magic would be the stepping stone she needed to reach the next level.

She had to beco stronger—much stronger than she was now.

After a brief rest, Rosvisser began to channel the already gathered Primordial Force, following the foundational practice outlined in *Soul Judgnt*.

However, this task proved far more difficult than she had expected.

Primordial Force was nothing like normal magical energy. Whether it was manipulating elental transformations or adjusting its form, it was incredibly hard to control.

According to the book, mastering *Soul Judgnt* required a practitioner to be "over five hundred years old and possess Dragon King-level strength."

With age ca greater understanding and mastery of magic, making it easier to train in Primordial Magic. And having Dragon King-level power ant having enough reserves of Primordial Force to fuel the practice.

Rosvisser t the requirent of Dragon King-level power, and she even had two Dragon Marks that allowed her to store more magic than most. She was overqualified in that regard.

But the five-hundred-year mark...

That was a real headache.

She couldn't just sit around for three hundred more years waiting to start training. By then, not only would the flowers have withered, but Leon might also have turned to dust, if his own dark jokes were to be believed.

So, Rosvisser had her own plan:

If she wasn’t old enough, she’d make up for it with ti.

If a five-hundred-year-old dragon needed six hours of practice a day, she’d practice ten hours or more.

Who said Noa only got her overachiever genes from her father?

Her mother was just as much of a hidden perfectionist!

Besides, if Rosvisser couldn’t quickly master this greater power, the path she and Leon were walking would only get harder and harder.

There was no choice but to work harder. She had to push herself!

The burning sensation in her palms brought her back to reality.

She frowned slightly as beads of sweat dripped from her forehead and nose.

However, the Primordial Force in her hands hadn’t changed much. It was still in its pure energy state.

"Damn it... this really is tough," she muttered.

It wasn’t surprising. Primordial Magic had faded from history in part because of its near-impossible difficulty.

But the Queen of the Silver Dragons wouldn’t stop just because it was hard.

She loved the feeling of "conquering."

If she could conquer that arrogant man, she could conquer this unruly Primordial Force too!

The energy around her surged, lifting her silver hair like a shimring dance in the wind.

Her dragon pupils narrowed, glinting with fierce determination.

Scales began to appear faintly at the corners of her eyes.

Dragons in monts of heightened emotion often revealed parts of their original dragon form, such as their eyes or scales.

"Co on, you stubborn thing! Give so kind of reaction!"

As if responding to her complaint, the Primordial Force suddenly exploded in her hands, sending her stumbling backward.

Just as she was about to fall, soone appeared behind her, catching her before she hit the ground.

Rosvisser leaned into their arms, looking up to see Leon's familiar face.

"Tch, it's one thing to call a dog, but what’s the point of calling Primordial Magic a dog? It’s not like it can argue back."

Rosvisser shot him a look. "I’m angry, so I can curse at whatever I want. Got a problem with that?"

"What are you angry about?"

"At myself. For being stupid."

"Well, yeah. You are a bit—"

"You—!"

Soone was clearly upset now.

It’s one thing if *I* call myself stupid, but how can *you* agree with so easily? Shouldn’t you be telling , ‘No, dear, you’re not stupid at all. Let’s take a break, okay?’ or sothing like that?

"You forgot to wear the pendant your grandmother gave you this morning, didn’t you? Tell that’s not stupid."

As he spoke, Leon pulled the pendant out of his pocket. "I rember you always wear this."

Rosvisser paused, taking the pendant from him, muttering, "Oh... that kind of stupid..."

"What did you think I ant?"

"I thought you were calling stupid because I couldn’t master *Soul Judgnt*."

Leon snickered, ruffling her hair. "There’s no rush. Learning a completely unfamiliar magic takes ti."

A blush spread across Rosvisser’s cheeks, and she was about to thank him for his comforting words—until sothing clicked.

"Wait a second, why does this sound like the way you talk to Noa?"

Leon shrugged. "You’re not wrong. I do talk to Noa like this a lot."

Rosvisser huffed. "I’m not a child, Leon."

"But it works, doesn’t it? Look, your face is red."

"I-It’s only red because of the magical energy heating up my face!"

"Sure, sure."

Leon brushed her silver hair aside, revealing her long, graceful neck. "Let help you put your pendant back on."

"...Fine."

A few monts later, the two of them sat on the grass, discussing the magic practice.

"So, what exactly is *Soul Judgnt*? Is it an offensive spell or... sothing else?" Leon asked.

Rosvisser thought for a mont before shaking her head. "Traditional elental magic can be classified as offensive, defensive, support, or sothing else. For example, your Chidori is offensive, while *Suru’s Shadow* is defensive. But Primordial Magic doesn’t fit into any category."

Leon raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "It doesn’t?"

"No." Rosvisser explained, "The effect—or should I say the power—of *Soul Judgnt* doesn’t depend on the caster. It depends on the opponent."

"The opponent?"

"Yes. The stronger their emotions, the stronger *Soul Judgnt* becos. If successful, it can purify any dark or negative emotions they’re harboring."

Leon’s eyes lit up at this description.

Most modern magic was based on manipulating elents, with battles turning into head-on collisions of elental forces.

But this *Soul Judgnt*... it was sothing else entirely.

Comparing the two, normal magic was like a greatsword, while Primordial Magic was like a greatsword dipped in pepper spray.

One hurt when it hit.

The other hurt *and* burned afterward.

"As expected of your ancestors’ legendary magic. It’s definitely got so flair," Leon remarked.

But Rosvisser sighed softly. "It may be legendary, but what’s the use if I can’t master it?"

She raised her right hand, looking at her palm, where faint burn marks marred the skin.

It was normal to get burned when practicing magic, so Rosvisser didn’t think much of it.

But just because she didn’t mind didn’t an Leon wouldn’t.

Leon gently took her wrist, placing her hand on his knee as he grabbed so ointnt and began applying it to her burn.

Feeling the cool relief of the ointnt, Rosvisser chuckled. "I’ve already told you, I’m not a child. This is nothing."

"I’m not doing this because I care."

"Oh? Then what are you doing?"

"I just wanted an excuse to hold your hand."

"..."

*Help , family! Husbands and their cheesy lines are too much!*

"This one’s done. Give your other hand."

Rosvisser shot him a look of mock annoyance but obediently extended her other hand for him to treat.

"If you keep struggling with the training, why don’t we try a different approach?" Leon suddenly suggested, returning to the topic at hand.

"Hmm? What do you have in mind?"

Leon glanced around the training field before replying. "You’re practicing without a sparring partner, so it’s hard to make progress."

Rosvisser blinked. "A sparring partner... But where am I supposed to find soone with such intense emotions to practice on?"

Leon grinned, turning to face her confidently.

"Leave that to ."

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TL NOTE: Please don't skimp on the stars for the translation - I'd really like to see how far Leon goes and how far we can increase the number of chapters. Thanks~!