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

Rosvisser’s suggestion brought a realization to Leon.

After the conclusion of the Dragon-Human War negotiations, the Thunder Dragon King, Odin, had once mentioned wanting to spar with him.

However, so much time had passed since then—long enough for Leon to have three children—yet Odin had never followed up on his challenge.

Not that the old dragon was impatient. While Odin was undoubtedly eager to test his skills against a talented younger opponent like Leon, he wasn’t a battle-crazed fanatic like Constantine. Odin exuded a calm and composed demeanor.

“Anyway, I’ve sent my challenge. Fight me or don’t—it’s up to you.”

In simpler terms:

“I’ve been more than polite, kid. Don’t make me regret giving you this opportunity.”

It fit the saying well: the world of warriors isn’t just about fighting and killing—it’s about connections and relationships.

Leon, in his younger years, had brushed off such notions. Back then, he believed fists settled everything, and that respect and etiquette were overrated formalities.

But after spending so much time with his dragon queen, Leon had come to understand the intricacies of such matters. Some issues couldn’t be resolved immediately, and as responsibilities grew, so did the number of considerations.

“Alright, we could try contacting Odin and see if he’d be up for it,” Leon said. “The problem is, I’ve never crossed paths with him. Back when I served in the Dragon Corps, I didn’t even know this guy existed, let alone what he’s capable of.”

Leon had slain more Dragon Kings than he could count, yet the name Thunder Dragon King had never come up.

Then again, it wasn’t entirely surprising. Leon hadn’t even heard of the Red Flame Dragon King until he came face-to-face with Constantine himself.

“Odin is an older generation Dragon King,” Rosvisser explained. “He’s even older than Constantine. The Thunder Dragons, as a tribe, are peaceful compared to others. They avoid conflicts and rarely participate in upheavals.”

She added, “According to Odin, he spent the past few years exploring ruins in the far north, searching for traces of the Original Dragon Kings. It’s no wonder you’ve never heard of him.”

“And as for his abilities...”

Rosvisser’s tone became more serious. “Unlike most dragons, who specialize in fire-based magic, Odin’s mastery lies in lightning. As his title suggests, he’s unmatched in his expertise over lightning magic on the entire Samael Continent.”

Leon raised an eyebrow. “That impressive?”

“Absolutely. Many of the modern lightning magic schools and techniques trace back to Odin’s original innovations.”

Rosvisser continued, “If you get the chance to spar with him, I’m confident you’ll learn a lot. It might even help you break through to mastering ‘Ultrasense.’”

For the first time in a while, Leon felt a spark of excitement.

Not only was Odin a renowned Dragon King with an impeccable reputation, but he also shared Leon’s specialty in lightning magic.

There was another reason for Leon’s enthusiasm—his own noticeable stagnation in recent years.

Leon had been the youngest graduate in the history of the Empire’s Dragon Academy. In just a few short years, he had risen from a rookie soldier to the leader of the Dragon Corps.

During that time, his growth in strength, status, and reputation had been nothing short of meteoric.

However, his progress had slowed significantly, and it wasn’t due to his responsibilities as Rosvisser’s husband.

For years, Leon had faced countless battles, cutting down enemies and rival kings alike. But with each victory, his growth slowed, and his challenges grew less demanding.

Toward the end of his time in the Dragon Corps, no Dragon King could last more than ten rounds against him.

Leon had earned the title of the “Strongest Dragon Slayer,” basking in adoration and songs of praise.

Yet behind this glory, Leon understood the harsh truth.

A lack of worthy opponents wasn’t a blessing—it was a curse. Without formidable challenges, he couldn’t hone his skills efficiently. His strength had reached a plateau, a barrier he had struggled against for years.

The stagnant progress in his ‘Ultrasense’ training forced him to confront this issue.

He needed a stronger opponent—someone far more powerful than anyone he’d faced before.

And Odin, the Thunder Dragon King, ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) seemed to be the perfect candidate.

“Let’s contact Odin and see if he’s willing to spar,” Leon said decisively.

“Though, after keeping him waiting for so long, it’d be rude to just show up and say, ‘Hey, old man, I’m ready to fight now. Let’s get to it!’”

Rosvisser nodded in agreement. “Alright, I’ll send a letter to the Thunder Dragon Tribe this afternoon.”

“Good.”

She then asked, “By the way, how’s your mana reserve holding up lately?”

“Not bad.”

Leon glanced at the dragon markings peeking out from his right arm. “Having two dragon markings to store mana makes things a lot easier than before.”

Rosvisser chuckled softly. “Even if my dragon scales are constantly siphoning off your mana, forcing you to rely on the markings, it’s not entirely a bad thing.”

“When drawing mana naturally, you have to circulate it through your body first before gathering it in the markings. This process consumes time and energy.”

“But if you draw directly from the markings, you can skip the gathering phase entirely, preserving both efficiency and output for your other spells.”

She smiled knowingly. “Combine that with your mastery of the ‘Nine Infernal Gates,’ and I’d say you’re stronger than you used to be.”

As a good wife, Rosvisser naturally offered her analysis to prepare Leon for his upcoming spar.

Leon rubbed his temples, a faint smile on his face. “You make a good point.”

“In a single battle, yes, I’m stronger now than before.”

“But if we’re talking about consecutive battles—say, fighting once today and again tomorrow—the old me would still have the advantage.”

Rosvisser pondered this, nodding slightly. “Luckily, as the Silver Dragon Prince, you no longer need to fight as frequently as you used to.”

Leon narrowed his eyes playfully and smirked. Sliding his arm around Rosvisser’s slender waist, he teased, “So, what you’re saying is that being the Silver Dragon Queen’s husband means I don’t have to work as hard anymore?”

The silver-haired beauty’s cheeks flushed instantly. She pushed him away in a fluster. “Stop saying such embarrassing things, you idiot! Milan and the others are watching! Let go of me—now!”

Leon released her.

“...You actually let go?” Rosvisser mumbled under her breath.

“What was that?” Leon asked, tilting his head.

“Nothing!” she huffed, turning away. “I’m going to hold Little Muse now.”

“Let’s see who’s faster!”

“You’re really going to make this a race? You child!”