Shut Up, Malevolent Dragon! I Don’t Want to Have Any More Children With You Vol. 6 Ch. 122

A few days later, in a desolate, run-down farm on the outskirts of the Empire, Leon and Rosvisser stood in front of a weather-beaten fence, gazing at the overgrown yard and half-collapsed buildings.

A gentle breeze brushed past their hair—cool and refreshing.

"This is the place you ca to with your master when you were a child."

Rosvisser had visited this place before, inside Leon's mory world, so of course she recognized it as his forr ho.

But what she didn’t know was...

"You brought here... is there sothing in particular you want to tell ?"

Leon nodded silently.

He squinted his eyes, staring out at the place where he had lived for more than ten years.

Sensing the heaviness in Leon’s mood, Rosvisser decided to gently probe,

"Is it about Hera?"

"Mhm."

Leon responded in a low voice.

He took a deep breath and slowly let it out, then turned around and leaned lightly against the fence of the farm, lifting his head to gaze at the sky as he spoke in a languid tone:

"I was picked up by Miss Caroline from the Casmod Orphanage, and later taken in by my master. I lived here for over a decade."

"I knew from a very young age that I was an orphan—that I didn’t have parents."

"I rember that not long after Master took in, I asked him—why can other kids call soone ‘Dad’ or ‘Mom,’ but I could only call you Master and Mistress?"

Rosvisser looked at his side profile and asked, "So what did your master say?"

She recalled that inside Leon’s mory world, the young Leon might have looked carefree and boisterous on the outside, but his inner world was delicate and sensitive.

The outskirts of the city in his mories had always been the place that teenage Leon most wanted to visit—and the place he least wanted to return to.

He wanted to go because there, he could witness what a real family looked like.

He didn’t want to go because every ti he saw those whole, intact families, he would feel an overwhelming envy.

Rosvisser had long known about Leon’s early life before being adopted, but what happened after was less clear to her.

One thing, however, was certain: young Leon had yearned deeply for parental love.

And that yearning showed itself through little things in life.

The way he wanted to say “Mom” and “Dad” was one of them.

"My master once said—parents are parents, teachers are teachers. ‘Mom’ and ‘Dad’ are titles reserved only for those who gave you life."

Leon slowly lowered his head, then let out a soft, helpless chuckle.

"He believed that since he had raised , the bond was real—but it still wasn’t enough to bear the weight of the word ‘father.’ So I could only call him Master."

From a young age, Leon had been the kind of child who made decisions, strived, and reflected based on his ideals, his beliefs, and his goals—not his feelings.

That nearly ironclad obsession... it was like a hamr that tempered him again and again, until he finally understood what it ant to carry responsibility and purpose within one’s heart.

"As I grew older, my thinking matured, and my values beca more defined, I ca to understand his words more and more. I also ca to recognize the difference between Master and Parent."

Leon continued,

"And it was precisely because of this that I beca increasingly curious about where I really ca from. What kind of people were my parents?

But in the early years, I was busy studying at the Dragon Academy. After graduation, I was off fighting wars. Then I married you, and it ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) was raising kids and fighting Old Kon... in between all that, I had to recover the false god powers.

Hah... I’ve just been constantly busy, running from one thing to the next, until I forgot about the one thing that mattered to most as a child."

Another gust of wind passed by. Leon stretched out his hand, letting the breeze brush against his palm, then slowly clenched his fist.

"Who am I? Where do I co from... Where should I be going?"

Rosvisser quietly listened to every word he said.

His silences. His mories. His reflections. His doubts.

And he had said he wanted to talk about Hera.

That ant...

"Your origin is related to Hera, isn’t it?"

Leon nodded.

"Twenty years ago, Hera stole the Thunder Spirit Core from the Golden Thunder Clan. The last place she was seen... was the Human Empire."

As he said that, Leon turned his head to look at Rosvisser.

"And you rember what you sensed in my mory world—on that rainy night, when Miss Caroline found —you felt a powerful being falling, right?"

"I rember. What are you..."

Rosvisser paused, then as if sothing clicked, she suddenly drew in a sharp breath, eyes wide with disbelief.

"The one who fell that night in the rain... was Hera?!"

"That’s right."

Leon’s voice clearly trembled with the effort to contain his emotions.

He took Rosvisser’s hand, feeling the coolness of the back of her hand and the warmth of her palm. That was enough to help them both steady themselves.

"She was being hunted by mbers of the Golden Thunder Clan. With no other option, she exhausted all her magic and used a transmutation spell to convert the Thunder Spirit Core into a human being."

"And that Thunder-type human..."

Rosvisser t Leon’s dark eyes and finished the sentence for him.

"Was you."

…

…

A breeze passed by for the third ti, lifting the hem of the Queen’s dress. The two of them held hands and looked into each other’s eyes, as if jointly processing this secret buried for thirty years.

"How... how did you find all this out?" Rosvisser asked.

"When I was in the Frozen Cavern, I touched the crystal that had sealed Hera. Then her mory fragnts began to play out in my consciousness, like a slideshow."

Leon said, "And... most of the cavern could only recognize my magical signature. I think Hera set that up as a safeguard before sealing herself inside the crystal. Only I could unlock the truth... so the Golden Thunder Clan wouldn’t succeed."

Rosvisser’s thoughts raced, then she asked,

"Then after Hera left you in the Empire... why didn’t the Golden Thunder Clan just co and take you away by force?"

Leon thought for a mont and replied,

"I think there were two reasons."

"First, already launched war against the dragons. The Army of Empire was strong enough to handle the Golden Thunder Clan’s pursuit. Trying to snatch a human infant by force might’ve ended in total failure.

Second, I had just been born as a human. I hadn’t fully awakened the power of the Thunder Spirit Core yet. Even if they took back, they wouldn’t have dared to forcibly extract it.

So they left in the Empire to grow up. They were waiting—either for a thod to safely recover the Thunder Spirit Core, or for to awaken it myself... before they made their move."

At that point, Rosvisser looked slightly overwheld.

"Wait, wait—make their move? Why does it sound like... from the mont you started talking about this, the Golden Thunder Clan beca a faction with so secret agenda? Aren’t they supposed to be Zeus’s descendants?"

"That’s exactly what I need to tell you next, Rosvisser."

Leon enunciated each word clearly.

"We were all fooled by that bastard Dimo. He never intended to protect the Thunder Spirit Core."

"Then he..."

"He’s already... entered into so kind of collaboration with the Void Realm."