Shut Up, Malevolent Dragon! I Don’t Want to Have Any More Children With You

Southern Samael Continent, Flaming Valley Border
Members of the Lionheart Guild were waiting near a rocky plateau.
Rebecca and Martin sat around a stone slab, each focusing on two sets of handgun parts.
Across from them, Nacho stood holding a pocket watch in each hand.

“Synchronize your time,” Nacho said. “Begin.”
At his command, Rebecca and Martin began rapidly assembling the handgun parts.
Rebecca quickly pieced hers together, finishing with a fully assembled gun. She even ejected the empty rounds from the magazine before Martin was halfway done.
Martin sighed, placing his unfinished gun on the table.
“I already know I can’t beat you. Why do you keep dragging me into this?”

“Do you know why?” Rebecca asked, taking his unfinished gun and smoothly placing both pistols back into her thigh holsters.
Martin shook his head. “No idea.”
“Well, I’m not going to tell you. Figure it out yourself.”
Rebecca stuck out her tongue, tugging at the tip of her ponytail with a playful smirk.

Recently, she had switched from her long-standing twin ponytails to a single ponytail, claiming it made her look more mature.
Not that Martin or Nacho agreed—she still looked like the same spirited, quirky Rebecca.
“Where’s the captain? Did your letter to him get lost?” Rebecca stood up, shielding her eyes as she squinted into the distance.
“This is the southern edge of Samael Continent, a rarely traversed region for both humans and dragons. It’s not unusual for messages to take longer here,” Nacho said, closing his pocket watch and using his hand to fan his face.

“Still, isn’t it a little too hot?”
Martin chimed in,
“They say the heart of Flaming Valley was formed by a fire-elemental dangerous beast, the Flame Demon. After its death, its blood turned to magma, its body became a volcano, and its bones transformed into rare magical materials.
“Centuries ago, the Flame Demon fell here, dramatically altering the environment for miles around.”

Rebecca marveled.
“That kind of monster could die? That’s incredible!”
“No matter how powerful a creature is, everything faces its end someday. Nothing in this world is truly invincible,” Martin said seriously.
After a pause, he added,
“That’s something someone told me a long time ago.”

Rebecca blinked and retorted,
“No, no, that’s wrong.”
“What’s wrong?”
“There is one being in the world that’s invincible.”

“Oh? What’s that?”
“The captain.”
Rebecca’s grin widened as she teased, expecting Martin to change his tune instantly.
But Martin, unfazed, replied calmly,
“Rebecca, I already said that’s something someone told me. Now guess who that someone was?”

Rebecca froze for a moment, then it dawned on her.
“Got it.”
“If Martin said, ‘Nothing is invincible,’ it might sound out of place. But if it’s something the captain said… it makes perfect sense.”
The two were chatting idly when a sound echoed from the clouds above.

Rebecca immediately grew alert, drawing her pistol. Martin and the other Lionheart Guild members also tensed, readying themselves.
“Is it a dangerous beast?” Rebecca asked.
“This southern region of Samael is so hot that few normal species live here. Most creatures have evolved over centuries to survive in these conditions,” Martin explained.

The guild had already encountered several dangerous beasts on their way, including some highly unusual ones.
Nacho squinted at the sky, noticing a flash of silver breaking through the clouds.
He exhaled in relief. “Not a dangerous beast—it’s your captain.”

As he spoke, a massive silver dragon descended near their camp.
Rebecca and Martin immediately recognized the figure and rushed forward.
“Captain!”

From a distance, Rebecca shouted enthusiastically. Seeing his old comrades so spirited, Leon responded with equal energy.
“Rebecca!”
“Captain~~!”
“Rebecca~~!”
“Cap~~tain~~~!”
“Rebec—”
“Captain, you’re in my way! I want to hug your wife.”
“...”
“Sis~~!”

“Long time no see, Rebecca.”
The silver dragon gracefully spread her arms, catching the hyper Rebecca as she dove into her embrace.
Whenever Rebecca saw Rosvisser—the regal, beautiful, commanding figure she idolized—she couldn’t help but turn into an adoring fangirl.

The only difference between hugging a dragoness and a human woman was that Rosvisser merely had to lean down slightly to wrap her arms around Rebecca.
With her face pressed against Rosvisser’s waist, Rebecca’s ponytail swayed as Rosvisser tilted her head toward Leon.
At that moment, Martin stood nearby, muttering in mock grievance,
“See? People are so fickle. And Captain, don’t forget about us!”

Rosvisser chuckled, then glanced down at Rebecca.
“You switched to a single ponytail.”
Rebecca released Rosvisser’s slender waist, wiped her face, and took a deep breath before responding,
“Yep! A single ponytail feels more mature. I’m trying to be a cool, elegant lady like you!”
“You might need ten-centimeter heels for that,” Martin joked, referencing her earlier claims.

Rosvisser pinched Rebecca’s cheek affectionately.
“When you become a little lady, I’ll take you shopping in the best cities of the Dragon Lands.”
“Really, Sis? That’s amazing!”
After a brief reunion, the elite members of the Lionheart Guild gathered around to greet Leon.

Once the greetings were over, Leon returned to Rosvisser’s side, casting a narrow-eyed look at Rebecca, who was still watching them intently, her head tilted like a curious cat.
“Captain, don’t mind me. Just chat with Sis. Pretend I’m «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» not here.”
“Martin.”

“Yes, Captain!”
Martin rushed over, hoisted Rebecca onto his shoulder, and carried her back to the camp.
Dangling over Martin’s shoulder, Rebecca kicked her legs and shouted indignantly,
“Martin, I hate you! Leon, I hate you!!”

Her voice faded into the distance, leaving Leon and Rosvisser alone.
Rosvisser stood with her arms crossed, gazing at Leon with a faint, knowing smile.
Leon scratched his head awkwardly and stammered,
“D-Don’t look at me with those lovesick eyes.”

The queen laughed softly. “When did I do that?”
“You’re doing it now!”
“Fine, fine. Did you think about what you wanted to say on the way here?” she asked, tilting her head.
Leon blinked, feeling a bit flustered.
“No, every time we part, I never know what to say…”
“That’s okay. I’m not great at goodbyes either. But I’ve prepared three questions. Answer them to my satisfaction, and we’ll call it a proper farewell.”

Leon’s eyes lit up. “Alright, let’s hear them.”
“First question: Will you miss me?”
“Of course I will.”
Rosvisser raised an eyebrow. “Think carefully before you answer.”

Leon paused, understanding her intent. He took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. His gaze steadied, and he replied firmly,
“I will miss you, Rosvisser.”
The queen nodded, satisfied.
“Second question: How often will you write home?”

Leon thought for a moment.
“Every two weeks.”
“Hmm?”
“Every week!”
“Good. Now, the third isn’t a question—it’s more of a reminder.”
Rosvisser leaned forward, her face close to Leon’s, their breaths mingling.

Her slender, pale finger rested lightly on his chest as she locked her silver eyes with his dark ones.
In a soft, tender voice, she said,
“Keep me in your heart and dreams. Remember that, you fool.”