Shut Up, Malevolent Dragon! I Don’t Want to Have Any More Children With You Vol. 6 Ch. 82

I'll continue with the exact, uncensored translation of the next chapter, staying faithful to the original text with correct transliteration of nas, pronouns, and character relationships.

The sa as Leon back then, the final stop on Rosvisser’s journey was that stormy night.

As a thunderclap tore through the clouds, everything before her eyes beca solid and clear.

The rain poured down, drops splashing into puddles on the street.

Rosvisser held an umbrella, standing at the entrance of an alley across from the Casmod Orphanage.

She looked down at her reflection in the puddle.

This ti, she wasn’t playing so strange role—she was simply herself.

That likely ant, on this journey, she wouldn't directly encounter Leon.

The rainy night was cold. Rosvisser curled her tail around herself, scanning her surroundings.

After a mont, she spotted a small figure at the orphanage's doorstep.

It was Leon, still swaddled in a bundle of blankets.

And there was no one around him.

Seeing this, Rosvisser frowned slightly.

"Did I co too late…?"

If she had arrived earlier, perhaps she could have seen the person who abandoned Leon here.

That person was most likely Leon’s relative.

With this thought, Rosvisser attempted to adjust the tiline of the mory world.

But to her surprise, the mont she blinked, she realized—this was already the very start of Leon’s mories.

Beyond this point, there was nothing.

"...How can this be…?"

Aurora had explained that the mory world was linked to the host’s subconscious. So things, even if forgotten, would still form a complete world if buried deep enough in the subconscious.

In other words, under normal circumstances, Rosvisser should have been able to trace back to the day Leon was born. Even if the real Leon had no mory of it, she should still be able to observe it as a bystander.

But at this mont, she could not adjust the tiline.

This very instant was the furthest reach of Leon’s mory.

Everything about him began on this rainy night.

—Cough—

The sound of a door opening interrupted Rosvisser’s thoughts.

She focused her gaze again.

It was Sister Caroline.

She stood at the orphanage doorway and imdiately spotted the abandoned infant.

From the helpless expression on Caroline’s face, Rosvisser could tell—

this was not the first ti a baby had been abandoned here.

But then, Caroline’s expression shifted from resignation to shock.

She crouched down and picked up Leon, staring at the tiny baby wrapped in blankets, sighing softly.

"Such a noisy storm, and yet you didn’t cry at all… What a strong little one."

Rosvisser silently listened to her words.

She rembered—many tis, when she and Leon had returned to the Empire, Caroline had indeed told them this story.

But that night he really hadn’t cried.

He had only opened his dark, bright eyes, gazing up at the stormy sky, as if waiting for soone.

Caroline carried Leon into the orphanage chapel.

Rosvisser moved to follow.

But just as the orphanage doors shut, a bolt of thunder exploded from the clouds above.

Even Rosvisser flinched from the sudden roar of the storm.

She looked up.

Amid the deep, heavy clouds, remnants of blue light surged and flickered before slowly dispersing into the night.

"What… was that…?"

Her instincts scread at her.

That lightning wasn’t natural.

It was more like… a signal.

A signal marking the end of sothing.

Without hesitation, Rosvisser opened her left hand, letting go of her umbrella.

She soared into the sky, flying toward the storm clouds.

But the closer she got, the blurrier everything beca.

"Because this completely doesn’t belong within Leon’s subconscious…

Even mory-retracing magic can’t erase its existence here?"

Understanding the reason, Rosvisser stopped her aningless attempt.

She hovered midair, gazing into the vast, distant clouds.

In her silver dragon eyes was an indescribable depth.

It felt as though she was staring into the gaze of so supre being.

Rosvisser clenched her fists tightly.

After a long silence, she exhaled, releasing the tension in her body.

The world around her began to collapse.

This journey to nd regrets, too, had co to an end.

…

…

"Big Sis, what’s a dog at shop?"

"Big Sis, what’s an orphanage?"

"Big Sis, was that wild mountain chicken really an SSS-class danger beast? Moon is more curious about whether it tasted good!"

"Big Sis Big Sis Big Sis—!!"

Noa was losing her patience.

"Didn’t Dad already agree to tone down the details of his mory world a little?

Why are there still so many things that aren’t common among dragons?!"

"Ugh, whatever, as long as Mom and Dad are happy…"

Fine, lightning strikes are lightning strikes.

Now, soone might ask:

Noa, Noa, how do you deal with Moon’s endless questions?

Oh, brother, there is a way, and as the great Princess Noa, she could co up with an entire carriage full of explanations—

Noa placed both hands on Moon’s shoulders, looking straight into her wide, curious eyes, and spoke with absolute seriousness—

"You’ll understand when you grow up."

"Oh…"

‘You’ll understand when you grow up’ and ‘You were picked up from a trash can’— are probably of the sa nature in a child’s mind.

They have no way to refute it. So they can only believe it.

"Alright, let’s head out for now. We’ll check on Dad and Mom later tonight."

"Okay~"

Noa led her sisters, along with Xiaoxue, out of the bedroom.

On the bed, their parents remained in each other’s embrace, sound asleep.

…

Leon slowly woke up.

The first thing he saw—was Rosvisser, already awake, sitting at the vanity mirror, tidying up her slightly ssy hair.

"…Awake?"

The Queen glanced at him through the mirror and greeted him.

"…I feel like I had a lot of dreams…"

Rosvisser chuckled, setting down the brush. Then she stood up, slowly making her way to the bedside.

Leon, seeing her suspicious smile, imdiately pulled the blanket up to his chin.

"What are you doing…"

"There were so interesting details in the mory world. I wonder if you still rember them," Rosvisser murmured mysteriously.

Leon scratched his head, pouting and looking away.

"Aurora said that mory worlds are like dreams... Things from dreams get forgotten when you wake up. So… so of course, I don’t rember anything."

"Oh? You really don’t rember?"

Nod.

"Alright then, let remind you..."

"What are you..."

Rosvisser suddenly took a deep breath, lifted her skirt slightly, and deliberately lowered her voice—speaking in an overly serious tone—

"Miss lkvey! I like you!"

"…"

"…ARE YOU INSANE, ROSVISSER?! YOU’RE INSANE!!!"

"IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT! IT’S YOUR FAULT! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO RUIN MY YOUTHFUL INNOCENCE?!"

"YOU WERE A TEACHER! JUST BE A TEACHER! WHY WERE YOU FLIRTING WITH ALL THE TI?!

AND HO VISITS?! WERE THOSE REALLY JUST ‘HO VISITS’?! I DIDN’T EVEN WANT TO EXPOSE YOU!!!"

"AND SINCE IT’S A DREAM ANYWAY, COULDN’T YOU HAVE AT LEAST CHANGED YOUR HAIR COLOR?"

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