Shut up, malevolent dragon! I don’t want to have any more children with you V2C72 Part 1

Chapter 72: I am the eighth door, which door are you? (Part 1)

Leon struggled to digest everything his daughters had said.

Although he still didn’t fully understand some parts, what he was sure of was that if there were a chance to change everything, he would stop at nothing to make it happen.

Twenty years of absence from his daughters’ lives—this was a wound to a man with a strong sense of responsibility, a wound that gnawed at him with guilt.

And the lack of a father’s presence surely would have changed someone’s life.

Such changes are often negative.

What’s more, Leon had been an excellent father, something even Noa had to admit when she was estranged from him.

And beyond his daughters…

Leon looked up, his gaze falling on the crystal.

Inside the crystal, the silver-haired beauty lay quietly. Her brows were relaxed, her eyelashes delicate and distinct, and her finely chiseled features were soft, peaceful, and serene.

But this wasn’t how she was supposed to be.

She was the queen of the Silver Dragons, the mother of his daughters.

She was also his wife.

This proud yet somewhat awkward dragon deserved a better future.

Sensing their father’s gaze, Aurora raised an eyebrow.

Tsk, when she was little and nestled between her parents, watching them exchange glances was already unbearably sweet.

But now, even with just her father gazing at her mother, the way he looked at her could almost spin silk threads.

How much affection had this stubborn old man been repressing for her mom all these years?  

This wouldn’t do.  

Aurora realized that if they stayed any longer, she and her sisters would be drowned in this invisible flood of affection.

She gently nudged her older sister with her elbow.

Noa turned to look at her. Aurora gave her a meaningful look.

Noa blinked, glanced at Leon, and immediately caught on.

“Well… time is tight, and the task is urgent. I’ll get back to researching the reversal magic. You all continue your chat.”

With that, Aurora made a hasty exit.

“I’ll stay and chat with Dad! I’ve got so much to talk about!” Moon said excitedly.

The little chatterbox who used to follow Leon everywhere, constantly calling out “Dad, Dad, Dad,” had held back for twenty years, so naturally, she had an endless amount to say to him.

However— Noa grabbed her younger sister by the collar, dragging her towards the door. “Come help me with dinner. You can talk while we eat.”

“No, no! I want to stay with Dad! Wuuu~”

“He’s only a year older than you now. If you keep calling him ‘Dad,’ you’re going to make someone die of embarrassment.”

Moon’s feet—and even her tail—dragged three shallow trails on the floor as she was pulled out of the room by her sister, her eyes streaming like noodles.

After all three sisters had left, Leon chuckled and shook his head.

He could tell they had finished discussing the serious matters and were now leaving time for him and Rosevitha.

As for Noa’s comment about him being “only a year older,” that did sting his fatherly pride a bit.

Leon had been twenty-three when he entered the spatial rift, and Noa and Moon had only been two at the time.

But now, twenty years later, his two oldest daughters were already twenty-two.

He wanted to sigh, Twenty-two is such a prime age in life, But then he remembered that he, their father, was only a year older than them and turned that sigh into, Isn’t this prime age a bit too prime?

Shaking his head, Leon decided to stop thinking about such nonsense.

He dragged a chair over and sat next to the crystal, gazing closely at the beauty inside.

She was still as beautiful as ever.

In truth, Leon hadn’t seen Rosevitha’s sleeping face much before. When the two of them lived together, they almost always fell asleep at the same time.

And sometimes, they’d stay up until late at night or even dawn, completely exhausted, and just sleep straight through until morning. There wasn’t much energy left to appreciate each other’s sleeping faces.

But now and then, Leon would pass by the great hall after lunch and see Rosevitha napping on the table.

It reminded him of how, back in Dragon Slayer Academy, his classmates would doze off during morning study sessions because they’d gotten up too early.

There was a bit of baby fat on her face, and when she rested her head on her arm, it would squish in the cutest way.

But such brief naps never allowed Rosevitha to fully relax, and her brows would always furrow slightly. She never looked fully at ease.

Several times, Leon had been caught secretly watching her nap.

Rosevitha would call him a creep.

He would retort that she drooled in her sleep.

Rosevitha, never one to lose her composure, would immediately ask, “Then did you wipe it away?”

Leon would grin, “I drank it.”

The Queen: Yue!!

They sometimes played little games of ‘grossing each other out.’

He gazed at the woman in the crystal, her beautiful, delicate face a sight he could never get enough of.

How could she be this beautiful?

In the past, whenever Leon secretly praised Rosevitha’s beauty in his heart, he would always deliberately find something to criticize afterward.

Like, “She might be beautiful, but she’s so stubborn and sharp-tongued.”

Or, “What’s the point of being so beautiful if she shows no mercy when arguing?”

But now, all he wanted was to quietly praise his wife.

She’s so beautiful—like a masterpiece created by an artist who dedicated their entire life to it.

“Rosevitha, to be honest… I’m not very good at talking to people who are already asleep. But Noa and the others said that even though you’re unconscious, you can still hear the sounds around you.”

Leon pursed his lips, looking down, nervously rubbing his palms together. “I have so much I want to say to you… but for you, these words… I should have said them all twenty years ago. I just… didn’t get the chance back then.”

“Now, I finally have the chance to say them, but I can’t hear your response.”