Shut Up Dragon! I Don't Want To Have Children With You Anymore

So, the "silence" in Silent Father's Love actually meant this.

'Child, you need to understand—being beaten into silence by someone else and choosing silence yourself are two completely different concepts.'

'But I have to admit, Lar's essay is indeed well-written. The writing flows smoothly, the handwriting is neat, and it's not surprising that he got first place.'

After all, you can't expect a seven- or eight-year-old young dragon to write a masterpiece.

When Lar finished reading, his eyes sparkled as he looked at his father.

Even though his well-behaved son had just poked at his old knee injury a little, it didn't matter.

First place!

His amazing son was first place.

Lar's father stood up and gave his acceptance speech. "Lar, Daddy's love for you is indeed silent, and today you have repaid me with such a vivid essay. Even if my other knee gets injured, it's worth it!"

Such an explosive statement even made Leon turn his head for a glance.

But the moment he turned around, his eyes met Lar's father's gaze.

Lar's father let out a disdainful sneer at the very person responsible for his knee injury. If they weren't in class, he might have already walked over and taunted him face-to-face.

'Already putting on that smug face, huh?'

'Fine, maybe I really should fulfill your wish and take out your other knee too', Leon thought.

Rossweise tugged at Leon's sleeve and whispered, "Out of sight, out of mind."

Leon shrugged and looked away.

Lar's father still wanted to continue mocking Leon's family, but just then, the homeroom teacher said,"Oh, by the way, there was one student's essay that wasn't with me, so it wasn't included in the rankings this time."

As soon as those words were spoken, the young dragons and their parents shifted their focus back to the homeroom teacher, away from Lar's father.

Lar's father had been bragging endlessly, but upon hearing that there was another strong competitor, he immediately shut up.

As for Leon, the words "not included in the rankings" made him think of something.

Could it be that his dear daughter had already surpassed the level of young dragons and wasn't considered a child anymore?

Sure enough, the homeroom teacher lowered her gaze and looked at the first row, closest to the podium.

"Noah, it's yours."

Noah's previously dejected eyes lit up with excitement. "Then… then where is my essay now?"

Before the homeroom teacher could answer, the classroom door was suddenly thrown open.

"Noah K. Melkvei's essay is here!"

An old white-haired dragon held up two pages of essay paper, panting as he ran—impressive for someone his age. It seemed only the essay of a model student from the academy could excite him this much.

Leon looked at the vice principal and couldn't help but sigh internally:

'An executioner may be late, but he will never be absent!'

And in his hands, he even held the instrument of social death.

Under the astonished gazes of all the dragons and one human, the vice principal walked onto the podium, holding Noah's essay with excitement.

The homeroom teacher quickly made way for him.

Everyone in the young dragon division knew that the Melkvei family was the vice principal's favorite. It was no surprise that he would personally take the stage to read an essay.

However, instead of reading Noah's essay right away, the vice principal first gave an explanation.

"The reason Noah's essay wasn't included in this ranking is that our main principal, Angelina Ouellette, had heard about her story and family and wanted to personally review her essay."

Angelina Ouellette? This was the first time Leon had heard the name of the main principal of St. Heath Academy.

If she didn't make an appearance soon, Leon would've thought the vice principal was plotting to take over. After all, this old dragon showed up at every major event—from entrance exams to the school sports meet.

The vice principal waved the red-marked feedback sheet in his hand, looking proud, as if the principal had written the comments for him instead of Noah.

"As expected, Principal Ouellette loved Noah's essay. She said that if a young dragon's essay score was out of 100, she would give Noah a 95. Do you know why she deducted five points?"

'Because five points are a must?', Leon silently mocked in his mind as he watched the vice principal's excitement.

The vice principal grinned smugly. "Because the principal said she wasn't satisfied with just this much. If there's another essay competition, she hopes Noah will write more, as she is more than willing to set aside half an hour just to review Noah's work."

Oh, I get it.

Basically, "Not being able to read Noah's essay is like having ants crawling all over me."

The vice principal set down the feedback sheet, gazed out the window, narrowed his white eyebrows, and sighed,

"The principal's words reminded me of when I was young, reading an author's essays in the Dragon Tribune. The author updated weekly, and every time I finished reading, the following week felt unbearable, like an addiction rampaging through my body, only relieved when the next update arrived."

"I believe Principal Ouellette might be addicted to Noah's writing too."

The vice principal turned back and looked at the homeroom teacher. "By the way, teacher, you already announced the class rankings, right?"

The homeroom teacher nodded. "Yes."

Upon hearing this, Lar's father tensed up and quickly stood up,"Vice Principal, you're not planning to cancel my son's first-place ranking, are you? I'm telling you, that's not acceptable. He earned it fair and square—it absolutely cannot be taken away."

At first glance, Lar's father's words seemed reasonable, even making himself appear as the underdog seeking sympathy.

But if you think about it carefully, was his so-called "fair and square" really true?

Noah's essay wasn't intentionally excluded from the ranking, nor was it submitted late. It had been sent to a stricter, higher-level review by Principal Ouellette.

And even under such scrutiny, Noah's essay still received high praise.

The value was self-evident.

If Noah had participated in the regular class rankings, winning first place would have been a given. Lar's father's so-called "fair and square" ranking was originally just second place.

This was like a top student and a genius student both scoring 100 on an exam.

The top student thought he had reached the level of a genius, but in reality, he got 100 because that was his limit, while the genius got 100 simply because that was the highest score available.

So how do you break this illusion?

The answer is simple: face a tougher challenge and still stand out—just like Noah did.

Leon, Rossweise, and many of the parents understood this.

Only Lar's father clung desperately to his hard-earned "first place."

Even Lar himself looked uncomfortable, tugging at his father's sleeve and whispering, "Daddy, Noah has always done better than me. If she had been in the rankings, she would most likely have been first..."

'You little traitor!'

'Am I your Daddy, or is Noah your Daddy?'

Seeing Lar's father react like this, the vice principal said calmly,"Rest assured, Lar's first place is well deserved. I won't take it away or lower his ranking. This is his honor, and no one will take it from him."

It wasn't necessary anyway.

Because if Noah's writing was at this level, competing in a class ranking was already meaningless.

Sure enough, the truly strong are ultimately not counted in the final rankings.

'Good daughter—just like her father!'

Hearing the vice principal say this, Larr's father finally quieted down.

The vice principal also let out a sigh of relief, then turned to the homeroom teacher and gave her a look.

The homeroom teacher immediately understood and played along. "Vice Principal, since Noah's essay is so outstanding, why not read it aloud for everyone? Noah, is that okay?"

Noah stood up and looked at the vice principal. "Okay."

The vice principal's eyes squinted into a smile.

To personally read the essay of a model family's child—what an honor.

The vice principal could hardly wait to share this essay, filled with both familial love and romantic affection, with everyone present.

Seeing the smile on the vice principal's face, Leon and Rossweise were already breaking into a cold sweat.

The executioner and the social-death guillotine in his hands were already itching to strike.

The couple quietly placed their hands behind Noah's seat, unconsciously holding each other tightly.

Huddling together for warmth?

No, no, no.

If they were going to die, they might as well die together.

"But."

Noah suddenly spoke again. "I want to read it myself."

The vice principal was stunned. "Read it yourself?"

Noah nodded seriously and solemnly. "Yes."

The couple, one on the left and one on the right, lifted their heads and looked at their daughter's side profile.

'Do you really have to do this, little cotton-padded jacket?'

'Do you really have to take the execution tool meant for your parents' social demise out of Old B-Dragon's hands and wield it yourself?'

'Sigh!'

'Fine, fine!'

Better to "die" at their own daughter's hands than at someone else's.

The couple's tightly clasped hands loosened a bit, leaving only their fingers lightly hooked together.

They leaned against their chairs like deflated balloons.

Naturally, the vice principal did not reject Noah's request. "Alright, then please come up and read it, Noah."

Noah walked up to the podium, picked up her essay, glanced at her parents below, and then began to read seriously.

"They are a loving yet strange couple."

"But that doesn't stop me from liking them, liking them down to my very bones."

Her tone wasn't as impassioned as the two little dragons before her.

Instead, it leaned more toward Rossweise's usual cool and calm manner. Yet within that coldness, a burning emotion was contained.

Every emphasized word was just right—not overly delicate, not exaggerated.

Especially the phrase "liking them down to my very bones"—it didn't sound like something a little dragon could say.

That wasn't a forced display of maturity; it was the most sincere emotion she had for her parents.

As the reading continued, the couple gradually realized—this essay wasn't a tool for their social demise at all. It was, in fact, a "love letter" their daughter had written to them.

"They made me understand that 'love' is never a gamble, but a journey—a journey where both sides move toward each other."

"If love were a scale, then in my family, there is no doubt—it will always tilt toward me and my little sister. Because my Mommy and Daddy place all their love on our side."

At first, they thought the essay was about unconventional "romance," but they hadn't expected it to be filled with Noah's sincere and deep love for her father, mother, and sister.

Perhaps the word "deep" shouldn't be used for a child, but that was exactly how Leon felt.

In just 800 words, the essay quickly reached its conclusion.

Leon thought she might continue to praise them to elevate the theme further. However, Noah's ending was different.

She put down the paper in her hands, her small face serious and solemn, and lowered her gaze to look at Leon below.

Father and daughter, separated by the podium, locked eyes—one high, one low.

After a moment, Noah gently said,"I have the best Daddy in the world."

She paused, then as if sensing a bit of sourness in the air, quickly turned to look at Rossweise.

"And Mommy."

Her essay had originally been written this way—"I have the best Daddy and Mommy."

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