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

"Hmm, what, regretting it and wanting to go back?" Rossweise teased.

Leon sneered, "Do I look as petty as you? Besides, you heard our daughter say it too—she listened to Daddy and gave the gift to Mommy."

Leon leaned closer to Rossweise and smugly repeated, "She listened to Daddy~"

Rossweise lifted her water-covered hand and flicked some water droplets onto Leon's face.

Leon instinctively pulled back, wiping his face randomly, "See, see, I wasn't wrong to call you petty."

Rossweise glanced at him, "Idiot, hurry up and work."

"But speaking of gifts..."

Leon counted the days, "Next Tuesday is your birthday, right?"

During their last date, they had met a fortune teller named Afu. The first round of fortune-telling was about zodiac signs, and it was then that Rossweise mentioned her birthday was October 25th.

Leon bringing it up now wasn't because he particularly cared about Rossweise's birthday.

He just wanted to confirm it so that when the day came and the entire Silver Dragon Sanctuary was bustling with preparations, he, as the queen's "husband," wouldn't be completely clueless. That wouldn't be good for maintaining their fake family.

Rossweise's thoughts stirred.

Next Tuesday was indeed the day she was born.

But it wasn't her "birthday."

Dragons had a different way of celebrating birthdays compared to humans.

Because dragons lived for such an incredibly long time, if they celebrated their birthday every single year, they would end up doing it hundreds or even thousands of times—too much, even for them.

So, before adulthood, dragons celebrated once a year;

After reaching adulthood, they celebrated once every ten years.

As a side note, dragons didn't consider adulthood to be at eighteen, like humans did, but at twenty.

At twenty, a dragon had developed sufficient physical capabilities, logical thinking, and magic proficiency, fully prepared to embark on their long life.

Rossweise calculated briefly—next Tuesday, she would be 218 years old. That meant her next birthday celebration was still two years away.

She glanced at Leon and decided not to tell him about the ten-year birthday rule.

Because she wanted... to mess with him.

"Yes, it's my birthday. Why? Are you going to give me a gift?" Rossweise asked.

"I'll send you far away—how about a thousand miles? Sound good?"

"Tch, you lousy man. If you're not giving a gift, don't bring it up." Rossweise pouted.

Leon shrugged, unconcerned.

After all, since when did a prisoner have any reason to give a birthday gift to their captor?

"But if you're not giving a gift... you should at least do something else for me, right?" Rossweise continued.

Leon blinked, "Something else?"

Rossweise pretended to think for a moment, then suddenly had an idea, "You could... organize my birthday this year!"

Leon was stunned, pointing at himself, "Huh? Me?"

Rossweise nodded.

"You have so many people in the Silver Dragon Sanctuary, and you're the queen. Surely there's a whole line of people eager to celebrate your birthday. Why would you need me to handle it?"

He resisted.

That meant organizing the birthday would be a hassle and uncomfortable for him.

'Good.'

'As long as you're uncomfortable, that means I'm having fun.'

That was what the Silver Dragon Queen thought.

"Of course I need you."

Rossweise put down the dish she was holding, placed her hands on her hips, and turned sideways to look at Leon.

"Last year, when it was my birthday, you were still in a coma. The kids were still young and kept crying for their Daddy to wake up. The birthday wasn't fun at all. This year, you're awake. Shouldn't you make it up to us?"

"Hey, you—"

Rossweise cut off Leon before he could argue, speaking with conviction, "Besides, if we put it nicely, as a model husband of the family, throwing a birthday for your wife is completely normal, isn't it? You don't want people thinking we have a bad relationship, right?"

"..." Leon was speechless, but he caught an interesting phrase in her words—"if we put it nicely."

So, out of curiosity, he asked, "Then if we put it bluntly?"

"If we put it bluntly, you're just a prisoner. What right do you have to negotiate with me? You do what I tell you to do."

Ah, there it was.

Leon had been wondering why the previous long speech sounded so pitiful—completely unlike something Rossweise would say.

Until this last sentence. Now this was familiar. This was the treatment he was used to as a prisoner.

Looking at Leon's expression, Rossweise felt very satisfied.

After a few quiet days, she finally had a chance to torment him again.

Leon sighed and nodded, "Fine, I'll make it up to you all."

If Rossweise hadn't mentioned their daughters, Leon might not have agreed so easily.

But since she brought them up, even if not for Rossweise, Leon had to consider their feelings.

Noah had just written in her essay about how deeply her parents loved each other. She truly believed they were a loving couple.

How could Leon disappoint his daughters?

But!

Not disappointing his daughters was one thing.

Whether he would obediently listen to Rossweise and throw the birthday party she wanted was another matter entirely.

He looked at Rossweise and asked, "Then I'll throw you a human-style birthday. I'm good at that."

Rossweise shrugged, "Sure, whatever. But if it doesn't satisfy me in the end... you'll have to compensate me in another way. Understand?"

Leon chuckled and raised his hand, "I'll make sure you're satisfied."

Rossweise glanced at his outstretched hand, hesitated only briefly, then extended her own, clasping his palm firmly.

That was their agreement.

Next Tuesday is Rossweise's birthday.

Leon has plenty of time to prepare.

The first step is to figure out what Rossweise likes.

Leon does know what she doesn't like—cilantro.

However, since it's a birthday, Leon didn't plan to prank her with such childish things.

Making her furious is a small matter, but the most important thing is not to ruin the daughters' enthusiasm.

Actually, Leon doesn't know much about Rossweise's preferences.

She is not someone who directly expresses her likes or dislikes about things. Most of the time, she has an attitude of "This is fine, but if it's something else, that's fine too."

Having been her prisoner for so long, Leon only knows that she likes eating oranges. Even when choosing ice cream, she always picks orange-flavored.

Other than that, there's not much else.

But he can't just prepare oranges for her birthday, or Rossweise would say,"Do humans celebrate birthdays in such a stingy way?"

For now, he has no clues. Just then, there's a knock on the door.

Leon gets up and opens the door—it's Noah and Luna.

"Daddy~ It's time for class~" Luna says.

Leon squats down, holds her little hand, and smiles, "It's Saturday, shouldn't you take a break?"

Luna shakes her head and says seriously, "When big sister was learning magic, she didn't take breaks on Saturdays either. I want to be like her."

Hearing this, Leon glances at Noah beside him.

The older daughter silently nods.

"Alright, then Daddy will take you to the library. Noah, do you want to come too?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Let's go."

Leon carries Luna in his arms, holds Noah's hand, and the three of them head to the library.

After picking a few relevant books, Leon sits down with Luna on his lap and begins today's lesson as usual.

Noah sits obediently across from them, carefully reading a more advanced Introduction to Magic book.

Logically speaking, that's an auxiliary reading material for upper-grade students. Can Noah really understand it at her current level…?

Leon is slightly impressed.

Shaking off his thoughts, he opens the book in front of him.

"Luna, today we'll briefly learn about another way of using magic—magic formations."

Luna's big, bright eyes focus as she listens attentively.

"There are countless variations of magic in this world, and naturally, there are many ways to use it. Magic formations are one of them."

Leon explains in detail, "The purpose of a magic formation is to assist the user in achieving a specific casting goal more easily. For example, if a magician's burst power is insufficient, they can use a magic formation to store a certain amount of magic power and then release it all at once to achieve the desired effect."

"Of course, this is the most basic use. The more proficient you are in magic, the greater the capabilities of the magic formation, and the more help it provides to the user."

"Hmm… let's use an example. Luna, you like eating grilled steak, right?"

At the mention of this, Luna immediately perks up, nodding repeatedly, her little hair tuft on top of her head standing up excitedly.

Even Noah, who was focused on her book, puts it down and looks over at Leon upon hearing the word "steak."

She's not particularly interested in steak herself—she just wants to know how her Daddy will connect steak with magic formations.

"To make a delicious steak, the process can be divided into two main steps. First, find a cow. Second, process the cow. Right?"

Luna nods.

"Now, if we break down the 'processing' step further, there are many complicated procedures involved. Luna, wouldn't you rather skip all those troublesome steps and just enjoy a delicious steak directly?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"So, we could design a magic formation like this—by integrating cutting magic and fire magic into the formation, all you need to do is push a cow into it, and when it comes out, it'll have turned into a pot of steak."

Noah is momentarily speechless, unsure how to describe her Daddy's analogy.

She can't exactly call it nonsense because what Leon described is indeed possible.

It's just that no one would waste their magic power and time creating a formation specifically for making steak—unless it was for fun.

But thinking about it, Noah understands why Leon used such a bizarre analogy.

When he was tutoring her before her school entrance exam, Leon had been extremely serious, using the most efficient study methods and techniques.

Because Leon knew that such a teaching method suited Noah. And the results proved him right—he helped Noah reach the level needed to pass Saint Sith Academy's entrance exam in just one month.

But Luna?

She's a lively, energetic little dragon girl who can't sit still for long.

So naturally, Leon didn't try to make her study in the same strict way.

Instead, he used an approach that Luna found more familiar and interesting—grilled steak.

Seeing her little sister listening so intently, Noah could tell that their Daddy had used this trick on her many times before.

Mm, indeed.

She has the best Daddy in the world—the one who understands how to teach his daughters best.

Noah smiles, lowers her head, and continues reading.

"Oh oh, I understand now, Daddy~"

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