Shut Up, Malevolent Dragon! I Don’t Want to Have Any More Children With You Vol. 5 Ch. 81

After the chaos caused by Old Konstantin's laziness settled down, Shadow didn’t make any significant moves. Leon’s control over his power improved steadily, and he hadn’t made any major mistakes. Life in the lkvey family gradually returned to a warm and peaceful routine.

However, due to the forced expulsion from the academy, Rosvisser’s maids had taken on the role of teaching basic magic to Muse. Although they weren’t professional teachers, their knowledge and teaching skills were more than sufficient for a young dragon of Muse’s age.

Muse, having left the academy, now spent her ti at ho with Leon and Rosvisser, keeping her expelled friend Hefei company. The couple didn’t oppose this arrangent. After all, young dragons often entered school at a very young age, and dropping out now wouldn’t significantly impact their long lives.

Leon and Rosvisser were not the type of parents who believed their children had to "win at the starting line." In fact, considering that Muse’s parents were the most powerful man on the surface and the Silver Dragon King, few could even compete with her starting line.

So, quitting school wasn’t a big deal. They believed that the children could learn what they loved no matter where they were. As for the future, they’d deal with it when it ca.

For now, Leon was determined to give Muse and Hefei a carefree childhood. After all, the little red dragon had been entrusted to him by Konstantin, and he would take good care of her.

One morning, a month later, Sherry, the captain of the Silver Dragon guard, found Leon on the rooftop of the Silver Dragon Sanctuary.

“Your Highness, the surviving mbers of the Red Fla Dragon Clan have been properly settled,” she reported.

Leon, who had been spacing out, held a watering can in one hand. He was trying to water a cactus. As a married man of nearly eight years, he needed so hobbies to pass the ti.

“Good, I understand. Thank you, Sherry,” he replied.

“It’s no trouble at all, Your Highness,” Sherry said with a smile. She glanced at the cactus in his hand. “But, Your Highness… cacti don’t require frequent watering.”

“What? Really?” Leon raised an eyebrow. “I thought plants needed consistent water. Is this why it’s drooping?”

“Yes, cacti are drought-tolerant plants. They thrive on a cycle of wet and dry periods, especially during the winter when watering should be minimal.”

Leon sighed, scratching his head as he set the watering can aside. “I see… Guess I’ve failed at cultivating this hobby too.”

As he walked away from the rooftop, Sherry watched his retreating figure and muttered under her breath, “Did I just hurt His Highness’s confidence?”

Leon descended to the grand hall, where Rosvisser was seated at her desk, engrossed in paperwork. Without greeting her, he headed straight for the music room.

Just as he turned, Rosvisser’s playful voice rang out, “Let guess. You killed another cactus.”

Leon paused mid-step, his expression darkening slightly. “So what if I did? Everyone has things they’re good at and things they’re not. I just happen to not be good at plants.”

Rosvisser, her lips curved in a soft smile, set her pen down. Resting her chin on her hand, she looked down at her stubborn husband. “Oh, I know. You’re also not good at mixing drinks, reading constellations, or swimming, either.”

“...”

Smiling mischievously, she clasped her hands together and pressed them to her cheek. “Oh, my dear husband, you really are a treasure.”

Leon’s eye twitched, but he had no counterargunt. After all, Rosvisser had just listed every hobby he’d recently attempted—and failed at.

With a huff, Leon crossed his arms. “It doesn’t matter if I’m bad at everything. As long as I excel at one thing, that’s enough.”

Rosvisser arched a brow. “And what might that be? Being a dragon?”

“Exactly—Ow!”

Rosvisser, without any dragon queen decorum, balled up a sheet of paper and tossed it at his head. “Stop spouting nonsense, you fool.”

After a brief exchange about the Red Fla Dragon survivors, their conversation turned serious. Rosvisser asked, “By the way, when are you going to Sky City to question the Tower Lord about Shadow and the Ultimate Fear? You ntioned it over a month ago.”

Leon smirked. “No rush. The Tower Lord is more anxious than we are.”

Rosvisser frowned, confused. “What do you an?”

Leon climbed the steps to her throne, leaning close as he explained, “The Tower Lord claims we’re on the sa side, but he’s still withholding information. By doing so, he maintains control. If he shared everything, he’d lose his leverage.”

Rosvisser’s expression sharpened as she caught on. “So, by stalling, you’re making him nervous.”

Leon grinned. “Exactly. He’ll co to us soon enough, desperate to keep the upper hand.”

“Not bad, husband. You’re getting better at these tactics,” she said, genuinely impressed.

Leon scratched his head sheepishly. “All thanks to your teachings, my Queen.”

“Flatterer,” she teased, though her smile betrayed her delight.

As their conversation wound down, Rosvisser suggested, “You’ve been restless lately. Why not take your little brother out for a few days? Hefei’s my treat.”

Leon laughed, ruffling her hair. “I’m not a child who needs distractions. But…”

“But what?” Rosvisser asked curiously.

“Rember Noa’s teacher, vis? I still think there’s sothing off about her.”

Rosvisser nodded. “I’ve already had her background checked. It’s clean.”

“Still, I’d feel better keeping an eye on her. She spends too much ti with our daughter to be ignored.”

Rosvisser agreed. “I’ll arrange transportation.”

“No need. I’ll take my brother.”

“Will you be back for dinner?” she asked as he descended the steps.

“No.”

Rosvisser smirked. “But you’ll be back to sleep with tonight, right?”

Leon turned, his grin mischievous. “Of course.”

“Good,” Rosvisser replied, her eyes sparkling.