Shut Up, Malevolent Dragon! I Don’t Want to Have Any More Children With You Vol. 3 Ch. 118

With the ntion of how the Empire had forcibly taken over Rachel’s family restaurant, the other mbers of the Lionheart Society eagerly began sharing their own experiences of injustice and mistreatnt.

So of these stories were minor grievances, while others were more severe, yet all pointed to the corruption and darkness within the Empire's rule.

Until now, Leon had assud that only the lower class suffered under the Empire’s oppression. Yet here, among those who had joined the Lionheart Society out of disillusionnt with the Empire, were not only working-class mbers but also middle-class citizens and even a few from the upper class.

Simply put, as long as one was willing to align with the Empire’s dirty dealings, life could be easy. However, if one dared to uphold their own principles, they’d be labeled an enemy of the state, regardless of whether they openly opposed the Empire or not.

Under such extre rule, even without the Lionheart Society, soone else would have eventually organized the oppressed citizens to stand against their tyrannical rulers.

Leon listened quietly to everyone’s accounts, ntally noting each story. Sitting on the edge of the Lionheart Society’s speaking platform, he interacted with them as though chatting with friends, without any air of superiority.

In the back, Rosvisser, Rebecca, and Nacho observed this scene in silence.

“I feel like... the Captain has changed a lot,” Rebecca said, watching Leon blend seamlessly into the group, her expression full of emotion.

“Didn’t you say you’ve been in touch with him these past few years? eting every three months to exchange information—why does he suddenly seem so different?” Nacho asked.

Rebecca shook her head. “Whenever we t to exchange intelligence, he was still the sa as always—calm, wise, able to formulate the perfect plan under any pressure. He’d predict every outco and strategize every next move. All we had to do was follow his lead.”

“But… I’ve never seen this side of him.”

“In the past, he wasn’t exactly an open person. The Dragon Slayer Corps followed him out of loyalty, but that loyalty ca after he pulled us back from death ti and ti again. It was that shared experience and gratitude that made him our Captain.”

She smiled, her expression softening. "Back then, most people found him reserved, a little stubborn, and difficult to talk to at first.”

Rebecca’s smile was warm, like that of a proud family mber watching their grown-up child step into their own.

“But look at him now… Just a few hours in, and everyone here has already accepted him and opened up to him,” Rebecca said, glancing up at Rosvisser. “Sister-in-law, Captain must have learned a lot from you, right?”

Nacho looked over curiously as well.

His previous knowledge of the dragon race had been shaped entirely by the Empire's propaganda, which described dragons as brutal, violent, and war-hungry creatures—bloodthirsty villains.

Yet standing here, observing the Silver Dragon Queen, Nacho couldn’t sense any of those qualities. If he hadn’t been introduced to her as a dragon, he would’ve thought she was rely an icy, silver-haired beauty, worlds apart from the monstrous depiction the Empire had painted.

And Leon, having spent the past five years with her, had grown into the leader he was today with her support.

Rosvisser crossed her arms, her silver eyes focused on her husband. After a mont, she smiled softly.

“Learning is a two-way street. I’ve learned a lot from him, too.”

With her principle of “showing respect to her husband in public,” her reply was incredibly tactful, implicitly confirming Rebecca’s statent while modestly suggesting she, too, had gained from Leon.

Yes… she’d gained quite a lot.

More than just a lot, actually—a whole lot.

Nacho was still marveling at the dragon race when Rebecca suddenly elbowed him in the side.

“What’s wrong with you, crazy girl?” Nacho clutched his stomach.

“See that? My sister-in-law is the perfect woman—battle-ready, skilled in the kitchen, a devoted wife, and an exemplary mother,” Rebecca boasted.

Nacho’s mouth twitched. “Sure, unlike so pint-sized wild woman I know.”

Rebecca blinked, confused, pointing at herself. “Wait, are you talking about ?”

“No, of course not.” Nacho smirked.

…

“Captain Leon,” one of the Lionheart Society mbers called out excitedly, “Rebecca said we’d have a mysterious ally joining us this ti, but we haven’t t them yet. Can we et them now?”

Leon blinked in surprise before nodding. “Of course.”

Standing up from the edge of the platform, Leon looked out at the gathered mbers, all eyes on him.

“Before I introduce this ally, I want to ask you all a question,” he said. “Most of you probably know that, five years ago, I was betrayed by my comrades and left for dead. You’ve heard of this, right?”

“Yes,” one mber answered. “Uncle Tiger told us about it, and Martin’s mory stone even holds proof of the Empire’s betrayal and the cover-up of your na.”

“Good. Then, do you know how I survived?”

At this, Leon glanced toward Rosvisser in the back.

Their gazes t, and she discreetly lowered her hands, taking a deep breath to steady herself.

“Uncle Tiger said a dragon king saved you.”

“No, no, Uncle said Captain Leon fought fiercely with the dragons and then forced them to heal him.”

“That’s not it either! I heard that Captain Leon was saved because he took a female dragon as his godmother.”

Leon and Rosvisser could feel their hearts drop.

They’d hoped for a straightforward introduction, hoping this would help ease any lingering doubts about dragons. But why were there so many different versions of *The Story of General Leon’s Captivity*?

*Master, how many liberties did you take with my backstory?!*

Leon clapped his hands, signaling for silence.

“At the ti, I was gravely wounded and had to… negotiate with a dragon king to save my life. And thanks to her, I stand here today.”

“Captain, is this dragon king the godmother you supposedly took in?”

“...Can we not talk about the ‘godmother’ part?”

“Fine, Captain, go on.”

“Though she saved , I remained in a coma for two years. When I finally woke up, I spent the next three years living with her.”

Leon continued, “Through that ti together, I gained a new perspective on the dragons.”

“Of course, I can’t guarantee that all dragons are like her, but I assure you that she is nothing like the creatures the Empire’s books and records have made them out to be.”

So mbers appeared surprised, though not overly so. Uncle Tiger had shared bits of information about the mysterious dragon king, and hearing Leon confirm it was both thrilling and intriguing.

“She wasn’t one to start wars needlessly. She could provide for her people on her own.”

“In those years together, I learned a great deal from her.”

“Many of you probably still have biases against dragons. That’s fine—I did, too.”

“But please trust . This dragon king, the one who saved my life, is trustworthy.”

“She’s also the ally I ntioned.”

Leon’s gaze shifted to the back of the room.

Following his line of sight, everyone turned to look, spotting a tall, elegant silver-haired beauty standing there, silent and still as a statue, her beauty almost ethereal.

“She… she’s the dragon king?!”

“My god, I’ve been in the sa room as a dragon king for two hours!”

“M-my knees are shaking… This is terrifying!”

…

This was precisely why Leon had taken such care to prepare the group for this introduction.

Though the mbers were less hostile to dragons than before, the idea of a dragon king still filled them with trepidation. In their minds, dragon kings were colossal monsters capable of breathing fire and soaring through the skies.

“No way, this gorgeous woman can’t possibly be a dragon king,” a short-haired girl remarked.

No sooner had the words left her mouth than Rosvisser unfurled her dragon wings and extended her silver tail, revealing her true dragon form.

The mbers instantly recoiled, so moving back ten ters, others fifteen, even twenty, until they were practically pressed against the walls. The hall wasn’t big enough for them to retreat any further.

“Don’t worry, she doesn’t bite,” Leon assured them.

“Hey, you!” Rosvisser glared at him.

*Fine, I’ll let it slide.*

*But just wait until we’re ho…*

Rosvisser retracted her wings and tail, resuming her poised, icy deanor. As the mbers slowly regained their composure, one of them spoke up.

“Captain Leon, we’ve prepared ourselves ntally, but seeing a dragon king in person is still overwhelming. Please forgive us.”

“It’s alright. I understand.”

After all, most common folk and even ordinary soldiers in the Dragon Slayer Corps feared dragon kings. Only Leon would treat a dragon king as a prize to be won.

“Back to the point. We don’t know the extent of the Empire’s hidden cards, so I brought with the Silver Dragon Queen, Rosvisser lkvey.”

Leon looked at her. “Would you like to introduce yourself?”

Rosvisser opened her mouth, initially wanting to decline, as she wasn’t accustod to speaking in front of so many humans.

But after a mont of thought, she realized it was necessary for the Lionheart Society to trust both her and Leon if they hoped to bring down the Empire.

So, Rosvisser stepped forward, and the crowd parted to create a path for her.

She climbed onto the platform,

turning to face the audience, her expression serene, her voice steady.

“My na is Rosvisser lkvey, Queen of the Silver Dragons. I have co to the human realm at Leon’s request to aid you in freeing yourselves from a corrupt and oppressive rule.”

The hall fell silent.

It wasn’t that anyone wanted to embarrass her; rather, from the mont she spoke, her dragon king aura had enveloped the room. Her regal presence was so overwhelming that even other dragons would find it difficult to endure, let alone the humans present.

Noticing their discomfort, Rosvisser quickly reined in her aura, allowing the tension to dissipate.

Clap, clap—

Rebecca was the first to applaud.

Nacho followed.

Then, applause thundered throughout the hall.

Rosvisser scanned the crowd, realizing she might be the first dragon king in history to receive cheers from humans.

After her serious, succinct introduction, Rosvisser decided to break the ice with a small joke.

“Oh, one thing I’d like to clarify,” she said, her tone carrying a hint of mischief. The crowd focused on her intently, while Leon looked on, curious as to what she was about to say.

After a mont’s pause, she flashed a playful smile.

“I’m not Leon’s godmother, so please don’t get that wrong.”

Her joke had the desired effect, loosening the tension as everyone laughed.

“So, dragons have a sense of humor too!”

“Who started the rumor about Captain taking a dragon godmother?”

“Don’t look at ! I heard he took a goddaughter.”

…

“Um, Silver Dragon Queen, if you’re not Captain’s godmother, then what’s your relationship with him?” soone asked, cutting to the question of the night.

Rosvisser froze montarily, her mind racing.

After so internal debate, she decided it might be better to keep things under wraps. After all, they were in public—no need to, um… play husband and wife here.

“Oh, we’re just—”

“She’s my wife.”

Rosvisser: ?

“And we have three children together.”

Rosvisser: ??

Lionheart Society mbers:

Whoa, that’s the most explosive version yet!