Shut Up, Malevolent Dragon! I Don’t Want to Have Any More Children With You Vol. 6 Ch. 18

With Leon’s help, Rosvisser quickly completed the section on thunder magic in her graduation thesis.

After submitting the paper to her academy advisor, Rosvisser confidently told Leon,

"My thesis will absolutely impress the professors!"

Leon smiled warmly, partly because Rosvisser had successfully finished her thesis, but also because he enjoyed this version of her—expressive, determined, and straightforward about her feelings and beliefs.

Compared to her deanor a few centuries later, this Rosvisser, during her ti as a student, appeared a bit inexperienced, yet her adorable traits beca apparent once you got to know her.

However, as the queen of the dragon clan, she had no choice but to shoulder the responsibilities of her position. She locked away her inner emotions and abandoned personal desires—basic requirents for any qualified monarch.

No wonder Rosvisser had lanted several tis that the throne was like an old carriage, trapping her on it for decades.

Even so, Rosvisser had also said she was willing to bear this responsibility. Those with capability should shoulder corresponding duties; otherwise, they would be unworthy of the title "king."

"Leon? Leon? What are you thinking about? You’re zoning out."

Rosvisser’s voice pulled Leon from his thoughts.

He shook his head. "It’s nothing. Congratulations on successfully completing your thesis."

Rosvisser chuckled. "It’s all thanks to your help. But even now, I can’t stop worrying about whether my advisor will send it back for revisions."

Leon teased, "That’s the charm of a senior."

Rosvisser suddenly rembered, "Right, what about the promise you made earlier?"

"You an having lunch together? Sure, how about today at noon?"

"No problem."

"Great, let’s head to the academy’s dining hall now. It’s almost lunchti."

"Alright, whatever you say, senior."

Rosvisser’s smile froze montarily before her brows furrowed slightly in curiosity.

"I stopped calling you junior a long ti ago. Why do you still insist on calling senior?"

After spending these past few days together, Rosvisser had noticed that this guy nad Leon clearly had a thought process that didn’t align with the average person. Still, his emotional intelligence was rather high—exceptionally so, even.

So logically speaking, once they had gotten more familiar with each other, there was no longer a need to use formal titles like senior and junior. Rosvisser had already started addressing Leon by his na.

But even now, Leon continued to call her "senior."

It wasn’t a big deal, but Rosvisser was a little curious nonetheless.

"Besides, you seem to… enjoy calling 'senior,' don’t you?"

Indeed, during their conversations, Rosvisser could sense Leon’s enthusiasm for using the term "senior." Whenever the situation allowed, he would slip the word into his sentences.

"Uh… well, it’s just… a habit, yeah, a habit."

Leon awkwardly tried to explain.

If one replaced "senior" with "wife," this whole scenario would suddenly feel a lot less strange.

However, considering the current stage of their relationship, Rosvisser hadn’t yet experienced the love-hate dynamic she would later share with Leon. If he started calling her "wife" out of nowhere, it would undoubtedly be seen as harassnt.

At that point, no matter how impressive his thunder magic was, Rosvisser would never speak to him again.

"Oh, just a habit? Alright then. Let’s go eat."

Fortunately, Rosvisser didn’t press the issue any further.

The two of them headed to the academy’s dining hall.

It’s worth ntioning that during the ti they had spent working on the thesis, the two had opted for quick als at the practice grounds in the interest of efficiency.

So today was, in fact, their first official al together.

Rosvisser was fulfilling the promise she had made to Leon.

"You wait here. I’ll go place our orders."

After finding a seat, Rosvisser gestured for Leon to sit down while she quickly headed toward the ordering counter.

Leon couldn’t help but smile as he watched Rosvisser’s retreating figure.

She jogged away, her silver ponytail swaying behind her with every step. When she reached the ordering counter, she stood on tiptoe, craning her neck to get a better look at the day’s nu.

Twenty-year-old Rosvisser exuded a unique charm exclusive to her age—youthful vitality born of unprecedented impulse and courage, radiating irresistible allure.

It was at this mont that Leon began to understand the aning behind the magic Aurora had created.

But—

He slowly stood up, casting one last glance at Rosvisser’s back before turning and walking toward a nearby table.

By the ti Rosvisser returned to their seat with her tray of food, the strange junior had already disappeared.

On the table, there was only a single orange-flavored ice cream left behind.

Before the mory Stone

Moon and Muse sniffled, their large eyes shimring with the starlight of ice cream reflected in them.

“I thought Dad would stay in this mory a bit longer. Why did he leave so quickly?” Moon tugged on Noa’s sleeve, her voice curious and filled with questions.

Noa held her sister’s hand gently, her voice soft as she explained,

“Because Dad had already done what he wanted to—help Mom finish her thesis. As for anything else, he never planned on it, so he chose to leave.”

She understood what Moon and Muse were hoping for.

They wanted to see their dad and younger mom develop so new feelings for each other after working on the thesis. Or maybe they were curious to see what kind of sparks would fly between the young versions of their parents.

But those things weren’t what their dad was after.

This was a journey through mories, a chance to nd regrets—a trip to better understand his wife, not to pursue anything with her "past" self.

He already had the perfect Rosvisser; there was no need to yearn for anything else.

“I wonder which ti period Dad will choose for the next mory.”

Aurora chid in,

“Based on how things are progressing, the further back the mories go, the more Mom’s inner feelings are revealed—pure and unfiltered.”

Noa nodded in agreent.

“That’s exactly what Dad wants to see.”

Aurora was practically buzzing with excitent.

“Hurry, hurry, Dad, what will you choose for the next mory?”

Leon slowly opened his eyes.

Though the mory world didn’t bring physical exhaustion, the continuous transitions left him feeling dazed each ti he woke.

He tried to open his eyes, but his vision was too blurry to make out any clear details.

All he could see was a faint, fiery red glow.

“…Is that a sunrise?”

He raised his hand to shield his eyes, blocking out the intense light.

However, when a wave of scorching heat swept over him, Leon’s mind snapped to alertness.

“It’s not a sunrise… it’s—it’s dragon fire!!”

Whoosh!

A blazing fireball streaked past him, and without any warning or preparation, Leon was consud by the searing heat.

Before completely losing consciousness, he faintly heard a familiar voice.

“Oh no, Little Lo, I think you just burned a wild sli!”

“Co on, sis, have you ever seen a sli as handso as ?”