Shut Up, Dragon, I Don't Want to Have Children with You Again

Leon did not answer Lothwiser directly. Instead, he spoke unhurriedly,

"First, as a dragon, you should never have been alone with a rigorously trained strongest Dragon Slayer."

"Second, I don't know anything about your sexual preferences, nor do I care to. But no matter what, you should never have taken that sip of my blood."

Lothwiser's eyes filled with panic, and a rare trace of helplessness appeared in her vertical dragon pupils.

What had this damned Human Race bastard done to her while she had been delirious just now?!

"Blood Seduction, a Charm Magic that can only be used once in a lifetime. I wonder if Your Majesty the Queen has heard of it."

"The principle is simple. As long as the other party drinks a mouthful of your blood, magical ripples can erode their will and make them willingly have relations with you."

"Actually, I originally disdained using such underhanded methods against you."

"But I have to admit, you're really good with your mouth. You completely wrecked my mentality, so I decided to take revenge on you this way, my dear Your Majesty the Queen."

In a sense, Leon's plan had succeeded. Before his death, he had indeed thoroughly disgusted Lothwiser.

Yet he was not particularly happy about it.

As a Dragon Slayer, he had actually defiled a Dragon Queen...

To him, that was undoubtedly a humiliation.

But in order to make Lothwiser fully feel that humiliation, Leon forced himself to continue.

"Then I can answer your earlier question now. Yes, I have a child. It is currently in your womb."

Seeing the triumphant smile on Leon's face after his successful revenge, Lothwiser was both anxious and furious.

How could she, the dignified Silver Dragon Queen, have been tricked by a man on the verge of death?

For a moment, Lothwiser did not know how to handle this.

Anything she said or did now seemed far too pale and powerless.

Just as she had arrogantly mocked Leon moments ago, it was now Leon's turn to ruthlessly stab at her heart.

"Your Majesty the Queen, I'm sure you can now clearly feel the changes in your body. At the same time, you understand that I have become your only future breeding partner. That is how your Dragon Race's reproductive rules work, isn't it?"

Leon rambled on. Although his Dragon Slayer Army had been utterly defeated only days ago, at this moment, he looked more like a victor giving a speech after his victory.

"Now, my child is taking root and growing in your womb."

"If you plan to kill it as soon as it is born, that's fine."

"But think carefully. By then, I, the one who first mated with you, this Dragon Queen, will have been dead for ten months. You will no longer be able to reproduce with anyone else."

"What was it you said just now? Your Majesty the Queen, oh~ you said my family might soon die out."

"Now, you understand my feelings at least a little, don't you?"

Every word Leon spoke pierced the heart. Each sentence was like a dagger viciously driven into Lothwiser's chest.

Yet despite the vicious sharpness of his words, Leon's body was rapidly weakening.

His consciousness began to blur, his eyelids felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and he could even feel his body heat slowly slipping away.

So this was what the end felt like.

Leon's breathing grew increasingly labored. He was exhaling more than inhaling.

"Your Majesty the Queen must really want to kill this bastard who has tarnished your purity and chastity, right? Heh, there's no need for Your Majesty to do it personally... I..."

His lungs began to stop contracting, and after several violent beats, his heart gradually failed as well.

"Silver Dragon Queen Lothwiser, give birth to our child, and then... I will be waiting for you in hell!"

When his words ended, a generation's Dragon Slayer Hero breathed his last.

The last piece of shattered armor on his shoulder fell away and struck the ground with a crisp clang.

The sound echoed through the vast dungeon, hammering against Lothwiser's heart again and again.

After a long silence, the Silver Dragon Queen slowly calmed herself.

She raised her eyes. Flames of unending hatred seemed to ignite in her vertical dragon pupils.

"You want to die? It won't be that easy."

"Leon Kasmod, our child cannot be without a Daddy."

Looking back on the life of Leon Kasmod, the Empire's strongest Dragon Slayer, it had been short, but also glorious—

Of course, that glory might have contained a little absurdity that made people laugh despite themselves.

At the age of five, Leon killed the vicious dog next door with his bare hands and saved a little girl. A passing Dragon Slayer Master happened to witness it, so Leon was taken away to become his Master's final disciple.

At the age of six, Leon was judged to possess extraordinary bones and was considered a rare Dragon Slaying genius. His Master decided to raise the difficulty a little and taught him a body technique known as the Indestructible Body Technique.

At the age of ten, Leon entered the Empire's finest Dragon Slaying Academy as a genius for further study—

What?

You're asking what Leon did during the three years from age seven to nine?

He lay in a hospital.

When his Master taught him the Indestructible Body Technique, he got carried away and had Leon perform a public demonstration of breaking a boulder on his chest.

Except it turned out the boulder broke his chest.

After that hammer blow, Leon spent three whole years in the hospital.

At the time, his Master thought the boy surely would not survive. He had even prepared the words he would use to kneel and apologize to the teachers at the orphanage that had taken Leon in.

But unexpectedly, a genius was still a genius. He survived even that fucking ordeal.

If it had been anyone else, they would have already restarted with a new character and trained for two years.

After recovering, Leon's body became as sturdy as ever under his Master's careful care.

So, on Leon's tenth birthday, his Master sent him to the Dragon Slaying Academy.

At the time, Leon thought that leaving his Master might not be such a bad thing.

At least the academy's official curriculum probably did not include breaking boulders on one's chest, right?

And so, Leon graduated from the Dragon Slaying Academy at the youngest age in history and with the highest evaluation.

At fifteen, he picked up his weapon and stepped onto the Dragon Slayer Battlefield.

His squad swept through everything in its path, killing countless enemies and making enormous contributions by reclaiming lost territory for the Empire.

Leon's name also spread among the Empire's populace.

They called him a Dragon Slayer Hero seen only once in a century, the only hope who would lead the Empire to victory and end the war.

An orphan with no background and no patron should not have had such a deep foundation among the people.

Nor should his status have risen any higher.

At the peak of Leon's reputation, the Empire's Royal Family dispatched him to the harshest Dragon Slayer Battlefield.

This very place—the battlefield against the Silver Dragon race.

The fighting continued for years, with countless casualties on both sides.

At the final battle, just as Leon was about to breach the Silver Dragon Sanctuary, he was betrayed by a vile person and became Lothwiser's prisoner.

He did not know who that person was.

He likely would never have the chance to find out.

But fortunately, in the final moment before his death, Leon made the Empire's greatest enemy—the Silver Dragon Queen—pay a rather "painful" price.

As for that absurd yet somewhat despicable Charm Magic that caused pregnancy, Leon had found it in a tattered ancient book.

After reading it, he thought, How can such evil and obscene magic be allowed to remain in this world? Let me carry out justice! Then he burned the tattered ancient book.

Leon had thought he would never need this move in his life. Who could have imagined that Lothwiser would give him such an incredible opportunity?

If any other Dragon Slayer had been captured, they probably could only have spat out a few harsh words before dying in resentment.

At least Leon got to disgust the Silver Dragon Queen one last time.

He had won so hard.

Although he still died in the end, Leon felt that with his record, getting into heaven should not be a problem.

As for what he had just said about "waiting for Lothwiser in hell," it was not some prophecy or curse.

He simply thought it sounded cool.

The kind of thing young people did.

Still, cool as it had been, Leon felt that what occupied most of his senses was still this:

He was exhausted.

His life had been short, but it had been too exhausting.

If possible, Leon had also wanted to live a life of retiring from battle and returning to the countryside.

He might have left the Empire, rented a farm in some remote town, and then married a girl who was not particularly beautiful, but not ugly either.

Then he would have a cute daughter.

After that, he could milk cows while waiting for the years to slowly wither him away.

After all, milking cows was far safer than slaying dragons.

Failing to live the life he had dreamed of was probably Leon's regret.

Well, regrets ran through one's entire life. That was why it was called life.

Bzzzz—

A buzzing sound rang out in Leon's mind, directly interrupting his thoughts.

But...

His mind?

Wasn't he nothing but thoughts now?

Why could he still feel something like "inside his mind"?

Before Leon could react, his "vision" suddenly returned as well.

Fragments of memories flashed before his eyes like a montage.

His birth, his growth, his experiences at the Dragon Slaying Academy...

It was just like watching a movie.

Until the final image froze within the Silver Dragon Clan's dungeon.

Sunlight shone in through the only window. He was bound to an iron frame, staring into the eyes of the Silver Dragon Queen.

It was the gaze exchanged between the defeated and the victor, yet it also resembled a fallen believer begging a holy maiden for forgiveness.

The next instant, the image shattered, and a beam of light, like a sharp sword, pierced the void.

Leon slowly opened his eyes, and countless sensations gradually awakened.

Body heat, breathing, heartbeat, pulse...

"I-I'm not dead...?"

And his voice.

Leon tried moving his fingers.

They were somewhat numb and weak, but at least they could still move.

He forced himself to sit up and discovered that he was in a warm, luxurious room.

The room was mainly pink. Suns and clouds were painted on the walls, along with several simple drawings of angels—

Though they were quite abstract—a little figure with a halo above its head and an extremely rough pair of wings—it was still vaguely recognizable as an angel.