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

The backyard of the Silver Dragon Sanctuary basked in radiant sunlight, with a gentle spring breeze making the atmosphere delightful.

A group of little girls gathered together, their gazes fixed on the practice field where two figures were locked in an intense duel.

What began as a casual outing for Mirandy and Lady Chestnut quickly turned into something quite unexpected—a fiery clash between the two.

“They say parents are a child’s first teachers, but I doubt Little Muse ever imagined her first lesson would be ‘How to Trigger a Family Nuclear Explosion.’”

On the field, lightning clashed with flames, the energy bursts creating shockwaves that shook the ground. The leaves of the willow tree above them fluttered down, one landing softly on Little Muse’s tiny face.

Mirandy plucked the leaf from Muse’s face, sighing lightly as she spoke. “Don’t be scared, Your Highness. Your sisters were just like this. No need to worry.”

Mirandy had recently begun practicing her speech, aiming to communicate more effectively. After all, she didn’t want the fourth princess’s first words to be something like, “Daddy and Mommy are fighting again.”

Since Her Majesty had mostly recovered from childbirth, she had been sparring frequently with Lady Chestnut these past few days. The intensity of these matches was far greater than before. Perhaps this was the epitome of “fighting means love, and arguing means care.”

On the field, Rosvisser unfurled her wings, hovering mid-air. Flames coalesced in her hands, which she launched in rapid succession, a barrage resembling a torrential storm aimed directly at her opponent.

Leon didn’t even attempt to dodge; he charged forward, meeting the flames head-on.

Despite his bravado, his expression was far from relaxed; in fact, his face carried a weighty seriousness.

As the storm of flames dissipated, Rosvisser slowly folded her wings and descended to the ground.

“How about this time?” she asked Mirandy, her voice calm yet determined.

Leon shook his head gravely. “I still can’t do it. I dodge, yes, but it’s a conscious action—I can’t seem to develop that instinctual, split-second response.”

“They’ve been practicing this thing called ‘Ultrasense’ lately,” Mirandy explained.

“Leon picked it up from Claudia of the Sea Dragons about a year ago. She called it a ‘wolf technique.’”

“The idea is that once fully mastered, ‘Ultrasense’ transforms evasive maneuvers into a passive ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) skill. It bypasses the brain entirely, making reactions faster than any conscious decision could ever be.”

“Back when Leon first returned to the Empire, he tried practicing it lightly with Rebecca.”

“The results? Even someone as sharp as General Leon couldn’t react to a bullet. After an afternoon of training, he didn’t master Ultrasense—instead, he got a mild concussion from Rebecca’s rubber bullets.”

“Since then, he’s been determined to figure it out, even going back to the basics.”

However, despite his persistence, there hadn’t been much progress.

Rosvisser, noticing the hint of discouragement on her husband’s face, placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

“I think your reaction speed is already remarkable. Do you really need something like Ultrasense to enhance it?”

Rosvisser knew her husband’s abilities better than anyone. Even without mastering Ultrasense, there were few who could match his speed and reflexes.

But Leon shook his head. His voice was firm as he replied, “Combat is unpredictable. In certain scenarios, instinctual reactions could prove far more effective than conscious ones.”

After a pause, he added, “Do you know when I suffered my only defeat?”

Rosvisser arched an eyebrow, thinking for a moment before nodding. “Of course. It was when I beat you.”

The couple shared a knowing smile at the memory.

Leon didn’t deny it. “Exactly. That time, I was critically wounded by a traitor in my squad and ended up as your prisoner. But if I had something like Ultrasense back then, I might’ve avoided the ambush altogether, don’t you think?”

Rosvisser nodded thoughtfully. After a moment of silence, she smirked and teased, “Then that would’ve robbed you of a medal-worthy moment, wouldn’t it?”

Leon chuckled, flicking her forehead lightly. “I wasn’t trying to glorify my failures. I’m just saying that I want to avoid repeating the same mistake.”

“And honestly, learning a new skill never hurts, does it? The more techniques I master, the better prepared I’ll be.”

Rosvisser couldn’t argue with his logic. She crossed her arms, gazing thoughtfully at the training field, which bore the scars of their repeated clashes. Finally, she said, “If you’re serious about mastering Ultrasense, then this level of training isn’t nearly enough.”

Leon raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean? You, the Silver Dragon Queen, are one of the fastest dragons alive. If even you’re not enough, who else could possibly be?”

“It’s not about speed,” Rosvisser corrected. “Evasion isn’t just about speed—it’s about instinct and adaptability. If you only train with repetitive dodging exercises, you’ll never truly develop the reflexes you need.”

“My speed might be sufficient, but I’m not challenging you in the way that will push you to the next level.”

Leon frowned, considering her words. “So, what do you suggest? Should I train with Constantine again?”

“With all due respect, he’s not strong enough.”

“Agreed.”

Rarely did the couple reach consensus so quickly.

Far away in the Red Dragon Sanctuary, Constantine sneezed.

“Are you ill, Father?” Hefei asked in her soft, childlike voice.

“Of course not.”

“The body of a Dragon King doesn’t get sick,” Constantine replied, clearing his throat. “It’s probably some idiot badmouthing me behind my back.”

He stood tall, his voice firm. “Come, Hefei. Today, I’ll teach you how to transform your dragon flames.”

“Yes, Father!”

Back in the Silver Dragon Sanctuary, Leon scratched his head. “If Constantine isn’t enough, who could possibly match the intensity I need to master this?”

“Sometimes, being too strong is its own problem,” Rosvisser mused. “Ultrasense is such a unique skill that without a perfectly suited training partner, you might never unlock its potential.”

She paused before continuing, “There’s no one among the modern Dragon Kings who could fit the bill. But that doesn’t mean there’s no one at all.”

Leon’s brows furrowed. “You’re not suggesting... someone from the original Dragon Kings, are you?”

“If I could summon one of them, I’d be the Silver Dragon Queen and the Prime Minister of the Dragon Council,” Rosvisser said with a laugh. Then, her expression grew serious.

“No, I mean the Thunder Dragon King—Odin.”