Shut up, malevolent dragon! I don’t want to have any more children with you V2C24

Chapter 24: March has arrived

And the Melkvi family encountered an unusual situation.

Normally, young dragons can start speaking after two months of birth. And for a dragon like Noia, the curly queen who was born rolling, she could already engage in simple language communication with people around her before she was twenty days old.

However, strangely, Little Light, after nearly three months since birth, still showed no signs of speaking.

No matter how Leon and Rosvitha tried to prompt her, Little Light’s response was always:

“Ah wah ah wah~”

In the pink pupils of the little dragon mother, there was no curiosity about the world, nor any desire to learn language.

Compared to her elder sister, the curly queen, and the mascot elder sister, this little sister of theirs seemed a bit… indifferent.

One evening, the couple lay sideways on the bed, with Little Light lying between them.

Three months had passed, and Little Light had grown a lot. Although she couldn’t speak yet, she could interact with her parents using her small tail.

The activity of the tail was one of the criteria for judging whether a young dragon was healthy. From Little Light’s tail, her body seemed to be fine.

But she just wouldn’t say a word—unless ‘ah wah ah wah’ counted as words.

Rosvitha lay on her side on the bed, supporting her face with one hand, teasing Little Light’s tail with her index finger.

The little daughter was like a cat with a teasing stick, eagerly reaching for her mother’s finger each time, but always missing it by a hair’s breadth.

Frequent battles, frequent defeats, yet she fought again and again, thoroughly enjoying herself.

But the queen’s face was full of worry. “This shouldn’t be happening. Muen started speaking around two months old, and Little Light is already three months old, but still hasn’t spoken…”

Leon was also puzzled by this.

Dragon mothers aren’t human infants; they can’t be analyzed with human knowledge. And initially, Rosvitha had mentioned that normal young dragons could indeed start speaking at around two months old.

If it was because of being a hybrid of human and dragon that Little Light’s development was slower than other young dragons, but Noia and Muen were also hybrids, with one developing at a normal pace and the other practically itching for a fight since birth.

Leon frowned, muttering, “What on earth is going on…”

Rosvitha’s mind stirred slightly, saying, “It must be because you’ve been making Little Light call you ‘daddy’ all these months, scaring her, so now she won’t speak.”

Leon innocently spread his hands, “You’ve made Little Light call you ‘mommy’ just as much as I have, haven’t you? Even if it’s because of that, our responsibility is fifty-fifty.”

The couple, at the time, both wanted Little Light’s first spoken word to be calling them. So over the past three months, they had been creatively ‘brainwashing’ their daughter. Sometimes even Muen would join in.

Although Muen wasn’t particularly fixated on who her little sister’s first word would be directed to, she just wanted to be part of the excitement.

But who knew, amidst the expectations of her parents and sister, Little Light chose a path they had never considered:

To play around.

Alas, Little Light hadn’t grown up yet, and ‘ah wah’ was still her only phrase.

Tired from playing, Little Light tucked away her tail and fell into a deep sleep under the concern of her parents.

Leon tucked the blanket around her, making sure she wouldn’t catch a chill, then looked up at his wife across from him. “Didn’t we have Little Light checked last week?”

“Yes, the clan physician said Little Light is perfectly healthy all over, but they can’t explain why she can’t speak.”

Rosvitha thought for a moment, then added, “How about this, let’s take Little Light to Sky City tomorrow. The physicians there have a more comprehensive expertise.”

“Tomorrow…” Leon sighed, then shook his head. “Tomorrow might not work, maybe in a few days.”

Rosvitha tilted her head, “What’s wrong with tomorrow?”

“When I left the Empire, I made an appointment with my master to exchange information at the mountain cave every three months. Tomorrow is the agreed time.”

Rosvitha nodded understandingly, “Oh, I see. Well…”

The queen smirked, knowingly asking, “Do you need me to accompany you?”

“…No need, Your Majesty. I can go by myself. By the time I come back, probably in about half a year, Little Light should be able to speak by then,” Leon teased.

Rosvitha chuckled and playfully punched his shoulder, “I’ll send you off, I’ll send you off. Sleep, sleep.”

With that, Rosvitha turned around and switched off the bedside lamp.

In the silence, moonlight poured in. Leon rested his hands behind his head, gazing at the ceiling, while the steady breathing of Little Light and Rosvitha filled his ears.

He contemplated the report he would have to give his master tomorrow. Probably about how there’s not only one dragon king cooperating with the Empire, but also someone close to Constantine who may know the identities of the other dragon kings.

After the internal turmoil within the Vermillion Flame Dragon Clan settles, Leon would have to start investigating this confidant of Constantine’s.

The amount of information isn’t much, mainly constrained by rules and unknown power struggles.

Leon knows he’ll have to speed up his investigation once the coast is clear. With these thoughts, drowsiness overtook him, and soon Leon drifted into slumber.

The night passed without incident. The next day, after instructing the maids to take care of Muen and Little Light, the couple headed to the border between dragon and human territories.

On the way, Rosvitha suddenly asked, “Are you nervous?”

The air whistled past his ears, tousling Leon’s bangs. He lowered his head, looking at the silver dragon beneath him. “Nervous? What do you mean?”

Rosvitha pondered for a moment before replying, “Three months must seem like a long time for you humans, right? Anything could happen during this period. If your master fails to keep the appointment…”

Leon was slightly taken aback, scratching his temple. He didn’t think Rosvitha was being pessimistic; she was just considering a worst-case scenario.

After a moment of thought, Leon said, “I have full confidence in my master and Rebecca. They will definitely keep the appointment.”

“Good to hear,” the queen’s tone sounded somewhat absent-minded.

Leon keenly noticed this and realized Rosvitha might have wanted to convey something else by bringing up the topic. He carefully pondered Rosvitha’s mention of ‘if they fail to keep the appointment after three months.’

With a blink, the dragon slayer suddenly understood. He chuckled and patted the scales on Rosvitha’s back, “Hey, Mother Dragon, back when we parted ways, we also agreed to meet every three months. You were actually considering this issue back then, weren’t you?”

The rhythm of their high-speed flight suddenly faltered, and Leon nearly lost his balance.

The silver dragon queen beneath him remained silent, focusing on flying. Looks like I guessed right, Leon thought.

“Well, what if after I deal with the traitor, I don’t leave the Empire? Three months later, you come to the cave as agreed, but find I haven’t kept the appointment. What would you… do?” Leon asked with interest.

He really wanted to know just how much this stubborn and proud mother dragon cared about him.

“W-what would I do? If you don’t show up, I’ll… I’ll…” Rosvitha stammered.

“I’ll what?” Leon prodded.

“I’ll go home and arrange a funeral for you with Noia and Muen,” Rosvitha finally blurted out.

“I don’t believe you, you’re just saying that out of anger.”

“Nonsense, it’s true.”

“You’re really something, Mother Dragon—hey, hey, hey! Slow down!”

The queen accelerated suddenly with a burst of sound, causing Leon to choke on his unfinished words.