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

“Dad! Mom! My second personality is taking over! Help me!”

Before they could see her, her voice arrived first.
The door to the bedroom burst open, and Aurora zoomed in like a flash of pink lightning. She skidded to a halt between Leon, Rosvisser, and Noa.
Arms outstretched protectively, she crouched down, trembling dramatically. Even her tail quivered in sync with her exaggerated performance.

“Ahh! No, no! Hikari… it’s not time to take over my body yet—”
“Big Sis! Go to our room and find something meaningful to me! You need to wake me up from losing control!”
“No… no… it’s too late! She’s coming out!”

Hikari has appeared!
“Mom, I’ll miss you… in my next life, I’ll still be your daughter!”
“Dad, I love you. I’ll never punch you again, sniffle-sniffle.”

“Big Sis…”
After delivering her dramatic monologue, Aurora paused, noticing the lack of reaction from her family.
She peeked out through her fingers, her big pink eyes cautiously scanning their faces.

Leon & Rosvisser: →→
Noa: ←←
Aurora: QAQ
Sensing the awkward silence thickening, Aurora swallowed nervously, forcing a smile as she stammered,
“A-actually… I was just practicing lines for next semester’s play…”

“Pink-haired brat, thanks for the cover, but it’s not needed now.”
The voice made Aurora freeze. Her mind quickly pieced together the situation.
Ah, it was her sister’s “resident old ghost” speaking. The performance was unnecessary.

Aurora’s brain kicked into overdrive—not to find more fun this time, but to save herself.
Plan: Pass the Buck.
“Mom! Dad! It’s all the ghost’s fault!” Aurora declared, pointing dramatically toward Noa. “She told me and Moon we had to keep this a secret or she’d spank us!”
With Noa and the ancestor already revealing their presence to their parents, Aurora saw her chance to escape unscathed. Her priority now was to deflect blame and avoid any trouble.

Her bright eyes sparkled with faux conviction as she spun her tale, ready to walk out without facing consequences.
Leon and Rosvisser, however, weren’t easily fooled. They exchanged knowing glances at their mischievous daughter’s transparent ploy.
“Noa’s explained everything, Aurora,” Leon said evenly. “We understand.”

“Phew!” Aurora sighed with exaggerated relief. “Well, in that case, I’ll leave you to it. See you at dinner!”
Before anyone could respond, the pink blur was gone, leaving a faint echo of her final word trailing behind her.
Noa chuckled, shaking her head. “She’s always been quick on her feet.”

Turning serious, Noa continued, “That’s all I had to say. It’s time I give this body back to its rightful owner.”
The faint white glow surrounding her began to fade. The markings around her eyes dissipated, and the regal aura melted away.
As the power ebbed, Noa swayed slightly, but Rosvisser was quick to catch her, gently pulling her into an embrace.

Noa opened her eyes, her voice soft and tired. “Mom…”
Rosvisser pressed her cool cheek against Noa’s, whispering, “You’ve done well, Noa. Rest now. We’ll call you for dinner.”
“Mm… okay…”

Leon stepped forward, his large hand gently ruffling Noa’s hair. Feeling the warmth and reassurance of her father’s hand, Noa finally relaxed, slipping into a peaceful sleep.
Leon watched her with a mixture of pride and sorrow.
“Noa always shoulders so much by herself,” he murmured. “She’s incredible… but this burden shouldn’t be hers to bear.”

Rosvisser nodded, her gaze tender as she looked at their daughter.
Their eldest, despite her young age, had faced challenges no child should endure: battles in dimensional rifts, the chaos of the extreme north, the Moonlit Forest skirmish against Adam.
Now, with the soul of the Primordial Dragon King residing within her, Noa’s future was destined to be extraordinary—perhaps even surpassing her father’s legacy.

But extraordinary didn’t always mean enviable.
Leon wasn’t sure if such a path was ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) worth the cost.
What he did know, though, was that he and Rosvisser would always stand by her side, no matter what the future held.

A few days later – Silver Dragon Sanctuary, training grounds.
The sun shone brightly overhead as bird songs punctuated the quiet morning. Shattered training dummies littered the yard, remnants of a morning’s rigorous practice.
Leon stood with his hands braced on his knees, sweat dripping from his forehead. His damp hair clung to his skin as he wiped his face absentmindedly.

Just as he prepared to resume training, a cool voice interrupted him.
“You’ve been at it all morning. Take a break.”
Leon turned to see Rosvisser approaching, sunlight glinting off her silver robes and creating a soft halo around her. In her hands was a silver tray holding a drink.

“Here,” she said, offering him the cup. “This will help you recover.”
Leon took it gratefully, drinking deeply before setting the cup aside.
Rosvisser studied him with an amused tilt of her head. “No progress on developing a new technique?”

Leon sighed, shaking his head. “None. That old dragon said my current moves are too wild and need refinement. She told me to internalize my power to break through my limits.”
“I thought of using ‘Chidori’ as a foundation,” Leon continued. “It’s a focused, high-intensity lightning attack. But it’s already so efficient—it’s impossible to refine it further.”
Rosvisser gestured for him to sit, and the two settled on the grass.

After a moment of quiet, she said thoughtfully, “I don’t think what Noah meant by ‘internalize’ was just creating more compact, high-burst attacks.”
Leon tilted his head, intrigued.
“If that’s all she meant,” Rosvisser continued, “it wouldn’t be worth mentioning. I think she was pointing you toward something more fundamental.”

Leon’s eyes widened slightly. “You’re saying I’ve been misunderstanding her advice entirely?”
Rosvisser smiled gently. “It’s possible. You’ve been focused on perfecting your offensive techniques, but perhaps the true breakthrough lies in balancing offense and defense. Your power is immense, but strength without control leaves vulnerabilities.”
Leon frowned, reflecting on her words. He thought back to his recent battles—with Odin, the debacle at Flaming Valley, and even his duel against Adam.

In every fight, his strategy had been overwhelmingly aggressive, leaving little room for defense or adaptability.
“You’re right,” he admitted. “I’ve gotten complacent. My strength lets me overwhelm most opponents, but I’ve neglected the finer aspects of combat.”
Rosvisser picked up a few blades of grass, holding them delicately in her hands.

“Think of these as your strength,” she said. “When you had only one, you could control it perfectly. But as your power grew…”
She picked up a handful of grass, letting it scatter through her fingers.
“You lost the ability to manage each piece individually. True mastery means regaining that precision, even with overwhelming strength.”

Leon stared at her, struck by the simplicity of her metaphor.
“Internalizing your power means achieving that balance,” she said, meeting his eyes. “It won’t be easy, but I’ll be here with you every step of the way, Leon.”