Shut Up, Malevolent Dragon! I Don’t Want to Have Any More Children With You Vol. 6 Ch. 52

“A dragon…?”

“Why is a dragon in dwarven territory?”

“Tch, doesn’t matter. Carl, deal with this ddling lizard quickly—we still need to find the key.”

The man nad Carl stepped forward.

In his grip was a long, blood-red staff, its top shaped like a severed claw, its fingers curled as if grasping sothing unseen.

A sinister aura pulsed from the weapon—one Rosvisser had never encountered before.

Not that it mattered.

Plenty of magic users wielded weapons enhanced by their own mana.

Over ti, those weapons would mutate, taking on unique traits.

“I am Carl. We have no quarrel, Lady Dragon. I advise you to step aside and not interfere in our business.”

Compared to his loudmouthed companion, Carl was calm and asured in his speech.

But even with all his politeness, Rosvisser could hear the threat laced within his words.

“You’ve already harassed the dwarves multiple tis, demanding sothing they clearly don’t have.”

“And now, you destroy their town and injure their people?”

Rosvisser lowered her stance into a combat posture.

“I don’t know what laws your kind follows—but in our lands, we call this an invasion.”

“…It seems there is no room for negotiation with you.”

Carl planted his staff into the snow.

A crimson ripple of energy pulsed outward, spreading in all directions.

“…Then I shall take your life instead.”

Imdiately, the ground trembled.

Rosvisser glanced down, noticing how the once still snow

Began to shift and writhe, as if responding to so unseen force.

Then, in an instant—

Dozens of grotesque snow creatures burst from the ground,

Surrounding her in a tight formation.

Their twisted faces and bulging limbs marked them as corrupted snown—

And at Carl’s command,

They lunged toward her.

Rosvisser exhaled.

“…Cheap tricks.”

She twisted her waist, dragon flas coiling around both hands.

With a single, fluid motion—

She swung both arms in opposite arcs,

Leaving behind a fiery circle in the air.

In the next instant, the flas exploded outward,

Engulfing the entire group of snow monsters.

The heat was too intense.

They lted instantly.

Carl frowned.

“…Interesting.”

“Then let’s see how you handle this one.”

He slamd his staff down once more.

This ti—

Countless ice crystals drifted out of the snow, swirling around him.

Slowly, they began to fuse,

Taking the shape of beasts.

Jagged wolves.

Saber-toothed tigers.

Serpents with razor-sharp fangs.

Each one carved from living ice.

“Hmm… Item control magic?”

Rosvisser narrowed her eyes, studying the magic at play.

“…No.”

“This is different.”

“He’s not just controlling objects—he’s altering and shaping them at will.”

“Even making them obey his commands…”

“That’s not sothing simple object manipulation magic can do.”

“Shred her apart.”

Carl gave the order.

The ice beasts roared and charged.

These constructs were far stronger than the snown.

Regular fire magic wouldn’t be enough to destroy them.

“Then in that case…”

Rosvisser lifted both arms.

In one hand—

Dragon flas churned violently.

In the other—

Primordial power gathered and condensed.

Then, in a single motion,

She rged the two forces into one.

From the blinding energy,

A massive dragon wreathed in fire erupted forth—

And barreled toward the enemy line.

S-Rank Fusion Magic – Dragonfla Annihilation Charge.

The flaming dragon plowed through the beast horde,

Tearing apart their ranks like they were made of paper.

Each ti the fire touched ice,

The constructs lted instantly,

Turning into rising steam clouds.

The moisture in the air froze midflight,

Leaving behind glistening ice shards that rained from the sky.

The pained howls of the ice creatures echoed through the battlefield.

Carl barely had ti to react—

Because before he could launch a counterattack,

A silver figure blurred into motion.

She closed the distance in a flash,

Moving at a speed the naked eye could hardly track.

Carl’s eyes widened.

He leaned backward, dodging just in ti.

He gripped his staff tightly, about to slam it into the ground again—

But before he could—

Rosvisser kicked it aside.

Her foot smashed against the staff,

Knocking it off balance before it could activate any magic.

Then, without a mont’s pause—

She coated her fist in dragon fire.

And drove a flaming punch straight into Carl’s stomach.

BOOM!

The force of the hit sent Carl flying.

Like a cannonball, his body crashed through an ice building,

Collapsing the entire structure on top of him.

Huge chunks of ice rained down,

Burying him beneath the rubble.

Rosvisser exhaled slowly,

Lowered her stance,

And stood tall once more.

"Only capable of summoning puppets to fight for you… but once your staff can't touch anything else, you're just a sitting target."

Rosvisser's voice was sharp, her words laced with mockery.

"Oh, by the way—your puppets? They're worse than the training dummies in my backyard."

In the past, Rosvisser rarely taunted opponents in battle.

But after spending so many years with that dog of a man, Leon, she had to admit—

Talking trash during a fight was actually useful.

When winning, it crushed the opponent's morale.

When losing, it forced them into mistakes, creating opportunities for a counterattack.

Carl lay face-down in the snow, his fingers tightening around his staff as he pushed himself upright.

He shook off the ice shards, then lifted his gaze to et Rosvisser’s.

“…You're right,” he admitted, voice still calm.

“I rely on summoning puppets. But if you think that’s the extent of my power…”

Carl’s mana erupted.

The ice around him shattered outward.

“…Then you’ve gravely underestimated .”

He kicked off the ground, launching himself into the sky.

Rosvisser's eyes followed him, watching as his staff began to glow with a sinister, dark red light.

The aura wasn’t like any elental magic she had encountered before.

“…Is it chaos magic?”

But she quickly dismissed that idea.

Chaos magic required Black Dragon Scales, which had gone extinct ever since the fall of Shadow.

There was no way this man had recreated such an ability.

Before she could analyze further,

The entire dwarven city began to tremble violently.

"Oh, looks like Carl got tired of playing around."

His companion sneered, arms crossed as he watched.

Rosvisser turned sharply, her gaze piercing through the man.

“…What are you trying to do?”

He shrugged, his tone nonchalant.

"We ca here looking for Arnonos’ Key."

"But since the dwarves refuse to hand it over, and you insist on interfering…"

His smirk deepened.

"We’ll just kill you all instead."

He sighed dramatically, rubbing his temple as if bothered.

"Our master gave us a deadline, you see."

"Even if we fail the mission, we can’t return empty-handed."

"So we’ll just take your corpses instead."

"Maybe they’ll be useful for refinent experints."

He spoke with the sa casual tone one might use to discuss the weather.

Like human life was no more than scraps of paper to be discarded.

The sa cold indifference he had displayed when trying to slaughter that dwarven woman earlier.

"I’ll admit, you’re strong."

"But this is where it ends."

"Since you’ve chosen to stand with these dwarves, be prepared to die with them."

Carl's voice echoed from above.

Rosvisser snapped her gaze up.

He hovered in the air, staff raised,

And the snow beneath them began to rise.

Ice crystals surged toward him, rging into a massive structure.

A colossal disk of ice started to form, growing larger by the second.

“…What is that?!”

“It’s getting bigger!”

“If that thing falls, we’ll all be crushed!”

“RUN! RUN!”

“…Where can we run? It’s too big!”

The once-panicked dwarves slowed their escape.

Their heads tilted upward, frozen in place.

Mothers clutched their children, pressing them into the corners of buildings.

Blacksmiths drew their weapons,

Even though they knew such weapons couldn’t stop a falling sky.

Cries and shouts of despair echoed across the city—

But beneath the looming shadow of the ice disk,

It all felt aningless.

Rosvisser stared up at the behemoth.

“…That’s an insane level of magic control.”

A **construct large enough to cover an entire city—

That was beyond normal magic.

"Lady Envoy! Lady Envoy!"

A familiar voice called out.

She turned—

It was the dwarven patrolman who had escorted Xiaoxue and Aju to safety.

"Please, co with us to the shelter!"

Rosvisser's expression didn't change.

She glanced back up at the ice disk, then back at the dwarf.

“…You should know better than anyone.”

“If that thing falls, no shelter will survive.”

"But—at least inside the shelters, there's a chance of survival!"

"If you stay out here, you’ll die for sure!"

Rosvisser’s gaze softened for a brief mont.

“Are Xiaoxue and Aju safe?”

“…Yes, Lady Envoy.”

“Good.”

She exhaled.

Then, with a sudden gust of wind,

Her dragon wings unfurled.

"Then you should go take shelter."

"Because I won’t let that thing fall."

Before the dwarf could protest further,

Rosvisser kicked off the ground.

A streak of silver light shot into the sky,

Racing straight for the ice disk above.