Shut Up, Malevolent Dragon! I Don’t Want to Have Any More Children With You Vol. 4 Ch. 36

Noa focused intently on condensing her primordial energy, only realizing much later that it was already midnight.

As the temperature dropped, she crossed her arms and rubbed her arms for warmth, then lifted her gaze to the night sky.

A full moon hung high, casting a greenish glow over everything.

Blinking thoughtfully, Noa suddenly rembered sothing. "By the way, rember our conversation about live birth versus egg birth?"

Her ancestor’s voice echoed in her mind, responding slowly. “Yes, I rember. You said that if you had the choice, you would still choose live birth because, more than instant strength, you enjoy the process of growing stronger step by step.”

Noa nodded. “After that, I asked you the sa question.”

“Yes.”

“But your answer threw off.”

Noa continued, “You said… your birth was a mistake. I didn’t understand what you ant by that, and I wanted to ask more, but you hurried off to find my mother’s pendant. So… could you explain it to now?”

When it ca to the Dragon King’s history, Noa could only find fragnts in ancient texts.

Her ancestor was celebrated as a hero of the entire dragon race, a savior, depicted in every history book as a flawless figure.

In detail, though, the stories were always grandiose.

The dragons sang of her achievents, yet rarely did anyone explore the personal history behind that shining legacy.

In response to Noa’s question, the ancestor remained silent.

mories from thousands of years ago stirred within the ancient dragon, overlapping with recent monts shared with Noa.

Lost in thought, she felt as if ti itself had blurred, past and present becoming one.

Her silence stretched on until Noa took a step forward, stopping directly in front of her massive dragon eyes.

The white, slit-pupil eyes acted as a mirror, reflecting Noa’s image perfectly.

“I can tell it must be a painful mory, so I won’t force you to talk about it.”

“But I genuinely want to understand you better, Ancestor.”

Normally, Noa wasn’t interested in prying into others’ secrets. She rarely asked anyone so many questions.

But the figure before her was different.

She had co from a distant past, awakened after millennia in Noa’s consciousness.

In these past few months, they had grown closer, each learning more about the other.

The ancestor’s forr hostility toward Noa had gradually faded, and Noa’s curiosity about this mysterious dragon hero had slowly grown.

Within this dark-golden space, a conversation that spanned eons had quietly begun.

After a long pause, Noa’s ancestor finally closed her dragon eyes and rose slowly.

The enormous dragon form contrasted starkly with Noa’s small figure.

Noa tilted her head back, looking up at the ancient dragon. “Are you going to kick out now?”

In the past, whenever her ancestor was in a joking mood, she would flap her wings and toss Noa out of her mindscape.

After it happened a few tis, Noa had started to wonder. “Ancestor, this is my consciousness. How do you manage to kick out?”

The ancestor had rely laughed. “Noa, do you really want to know?”

Over ti, Noa had grown used to her quirks and would simply walk away.

But now, as her ancestor stayed silent, Noa sensed that she would likely be thrown out again rather than get an answer.

With a resigned sigh, Noa turned, giving a small wave. “I said I wouldn’t force you to answer, so you don’t need to send out. I’ll go myself.”

Plop—plop—

Her small shoes tapped softly against the water’s surface as she began to walk toward the exit of the mindscape.

She had barely taken a few steps when she felt a faint energy ripple behind her.

Looking down, she noticed the water at her feet was rippling, waves spreading from behind her.

Noa whipped around to see the massive white dragon folding her wings, her eyes glowing with magic.

Monts later, the light faded, revealing a small figure standing on the water’s surface.

Noa’s eyes widened in shock, speechless.

Before her stood a delicate beauty, her long hair cascading to her waist like a waterfall. She wore a white dress with a high-low hemline, revealing long, slender legs wrapped in boots. Her skin was flawless, an unblemished canvas of elegance.

Her gaze was calm and cool, with a star-shaped earring glinting on her right ear, adding a touch of sparkle.

She looked almost too perfect, like an exquisitely crafted sculpture.

“…Ancestor?”

It took Noa a mont to process that this was her ancestor’s human form.

The ethereal beauty began walking toward Noa, her steps graceful, exuding an aura that was less intimidating than most Dragon Kings but filled with a supre elegance that commanded admiration.

The white tail trailing behind her was unlike modern dragons’—it was sleeker, shinier, and longer.

Noa was captivated by her presence, only snapping out of it when the woman stopped directly in front of her.

“Little one.”

“Huh? Oh, sorry…”

The ancestor’s voice in human form was gentler, softer—different from her dragon form.

There was a warmth to it, like a gentle spring breeze.

The woman placed one hand on her hip while the other gently patted Noa’s head, her smile brimming with satisfaction.

Noa froze, lifting her head to et her ancestor’s gaze along the length of her arm.

“What…what are you doing?”

“I’ve wanted to do this for a long ti. Your head is so soft and fun to pat.”

“…Right.”

“Turns out, even in human form, she’s still the sa eccentric ancestor.”

“So, you avoided doing it before because you were afraid you’d accidentally squish ?”

“Exactly. You’re quite perceptive.”

“Ha, well, thank you for that.”

Noa shook her head, wriggling free from the ancestor’s hand. “So why did you only choose to show your human form now?”

“Because until now, we hadn’t gathered enough primordial energy for to transform. But with the Night Spirit Crystal, our power accumulation has sped up, giving enough magic to take this form.”

Noa nodded in understanding.

“Oh, right, aside from patting your head, there’s sothing else I’ve been wanting to do.”

“What—hey! Don’t hug ! Let go—”

Before Noa could react, her ancestor pulled her into a bear hug, holding her tightly.

The soft, warm breath tickled Noa’s face, and she tried to wriggle free, clearly uncomfortable with the close contact.

Though she’d grown accustod to her family’s embraces, Noa was still unused to physical closeness with anyone else. She kicked her feet slightly, her little tail twitching in protest.

“You… you old creature… you’re acting just like Aunt Isha!”

Noa tried to push away the soft face nuzzling against her cheek, but the stubborn white dragon clung to her like she was a beloved plush toy.

After a couple of halfhearted struggles, Noa gave up.

She let her ancestor hug, pat, and nuzzle her to her heart’s content.

“Ugh, why are adults so childish?”

Once again, Noa found herself questioning the curious behavior of adults.

“Ah~ so soft, so nice~ Is this what a young dragon’s body feels like? Amazing! And to think one day, this body will be all mine. It makes even happier.”

“...Can you please stop saying weird things like that? You sound like a creepy aunt.”

Finally satisfied, the ancestor released Noa.

After adjusting her clothes, Noa looked up and asked, “So now that you’re in human form, are you ready to tell about your past?”

The “creepy aunt” nodded, her expression growing serious as she looked down at the little dragon girl.

“My story begins with the Dragon Goddess, Tiamat.”