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

This is also an opportunity for that presumptuous Dragon Slayer to get to know his beloved eldest daughter.

The banquet dishes were all personally prepared by Lothwiser.

Her cooking skills were quite good; no wonder Muen was so eager to eat the pan-fried steak she made.

After about an hour of work, a table laden with a sumptuous feast was ready.

Lothwiser took off her apron and looked at Leon, who was sitting at one side of the dining table.

His face clearly showed the word "impatient."

"Muen, go call your sister to come eat."

"Okay!"

Muen jumped off the chair and hopped out of the room.

Lothwiser then took the head seat at the dining table, held a small hair tie in her mouth, and then raised her hand to the back of her slender swan-like neck, tying up her silver long hair before securing it with the tie.

After tying her hair, Lothwiser saw Leon still looking at her with amusement and asked, "What's wrong?"

"What does it feel like to have two children at once?"

"Tch—"

Lothwiser thought it was something serious.

So this idiot was still smug about it.

"Ah, what a shame," Leon sighed.

"A shame about what?"

"I didn't get to witness the birth of my two daughters. I'm ashamed, truly ashamed."

Facing Leon's teasing, Lothwiser smiled faintly, "It's okay. If you really want to see me give birth, we can—"

The smile on Leon's face froze, and a chill ran down his spine, "Can—?"

"We can try a few more times, actively prepare for pregnancy, and have a second child."

"...That's hardly necessary."

"Hmph, idiot."

Damn.

This "Hmph, idiot" sounded exactly like Noa's tone from earlier today.

Truly mother and daughter.

After a brief exchange of banter, the lock clicked, and two sets of footsteps slowly approached.

"Daddy, Mother, big sister is here~"

As the childish voice faded, two identical little dragon girls entered the dining room.

They had long black hair with silver highlights, wore luxurious little dresses, and paired them with exquisite white stockings.

Their features and height were identical, not differing in the slightest.

The only difference in their appearance was that Muen had an ahoge on her head that would stand up or droop down depending on her mood, but Noa did not.

Of course, besides the ahoge distinction, one could also tell who was the older sister and who was the younger sister from their expressions.

Muen liked to smile, her face always carrying a sunny and cute expression;

Noa, on the other hand, always had a cold little face, like a miniature adult.

"Good evening, Mother," Noa said respectfully.

"Mm, introduce yourselves. This should be your first formal meeting," Lothwiser said.

"Yes, Mother."

Noa's cold gaze slowly shifted to Leon.

"I am Noa K. Melkewei, the eldest daughter of the Silver Dragon Queen Lothwiser. I am one year and two months old."

Her choice of words was quite refined, completely unlike the tone and demeanor of someone her age—

Well, Leon's only reference for someone his age so far was Muen, so he was using Muen as a standard.

Her speech, actions, and every gesture were worlds apart from Muen's.

"Leon, aren't you going to introduce yourself to your daughter?" Lothwiser said.

"Oh, right... Sorry."

Leon cleared his throat, walked up to Noa, and crouched down to be at her eye level.

"Hello, Noa. My name is Leon Kasmod. I am your father."

Noa looked into his eyes and replied, neither subservient nor overbearing, in a clear and proper tone, "Acknowledged."

Leon blinked in surprise.

What the heck was "Acknowledged"?

Why did such formal language coming from a girl of one year and two months feel so jarringly out of place?

What kind of daughter would give her dad such an abstract answer as "Acknowledged"?

Finally, before Lothwiser could burst out laughing, Muen sidled up to Noa, tugged her sleeve, and whispered, "Sister, say more, say more. Don't embarrass Daddy."

Noa glanced at her younger sister and said sternly, "Children shouldn't interrupt when adults are speaking."

"Mmmph..." Muen pouted, fiddled with her fingers, and silently moved behind Noa.

Clap, clap—

Lothwiser suppressed a smile and clapped her hands. "Alright, introductions are over. Let's eat."

Noa took her sister's hand and led her to the chairs at the dining table.

Even though neither of them was tall enough to reach the chairs, Noa directly lifted her sister and helped her sit down first.

Then she walked over to the adjacent chair, placed her hand on it, pushed off, and hopped up.

Lothwiser looked at Leon, who was still a bit stunned, and asked, "Why aren't you at the table? Are you not hungry anymore?"

Leon snapped back to reality and sheepishly returned to his seat.

Lothwiser sat at the head of the dining table.

Leon sat opposite his two daughters.

On the table was the dinner meticulously prepared by Lothwiser.

Muen was already eager to cut into the pan-fried steak on her plate.

But before she could, Noa stopped her.

Noa expressionlessly picked up the bib from the table and carefully tied it around Muen's collar.

"Hold the knife in your right hand, the fork in your left. Don't get it wrong this time, Muen," Noa instructed.

"Mhm, I definitely won't get it wrong, Sister."

"Good, eat now."

Leon quietly watched the scene unfold opposite him. Although his eldest daughter had just brushed him off, he had to admit that this little one was far more mature than she appeared.

Whether this maturity was deliberately put on or if it was her natural disposition, her behavior far exceeded Leon's expectations.

And then there was Lothwiser.

She seemed completely accustomed to this.

Her eldest daughter's precociousness and thoughtfulness were apparently exactly as she expected.

The mother and her two daughters began to enjoy their steaks. Leon also lowered his head, picked up his fork, and prepared to taste Lothwiser's cooking.

The steak was perfectly pan-fried, tender and juicy. Taking a bite, the savory meat aroma gently filled his nostrils.

"Sister, I can't cut it," Muen asked Noa for help.

Noa nodded, took the knife and fork from Muen, and helped her cut the steak on her plate. "Remember to use your thumb to help apply pressure."

"Mhm, Muen understands."

"Alright, eat now."

After cutting the steak, Noa returned the fork to Muen. Then she looked up at Lothwiser.

"Mother, do you need me to cut yours as well?"

"No, thank you."

"Okay."

Hearing this, Leon looked up at Noa.

What a coincidence, his eldest daughter was looking at him too.

Leon felt a surge of amusement.

His daughter was going to ask if he needed help too.

Should he let her help him? Or should he politely decline?

If he let her help, it would give her a chance to show off, but would it make him seem useless to his daughter?

But if he politely declined, wouldn't that be inappropriate?

Leon felt conflicted.

Ah, he'd just wait and see what his daughter said.

Noa opened her mouth.

Leon's heart filled with anticipation.

She opened her mouth again.

Is it that you're embarrassed to say?

It's okay, we're all father and daughter, we'll get familiar as we talk.

Hurry up and say it, my good daughter!

"You don't get any."

Noa mouthed the words.

Leon wasn't blind; he saw it clearly.

But before he could react, he heard Noa let out a, "Achoo—"

Noa immediately pulled out two tissues. "Sorry, Mother, I couldn't hold it in."

Losweiser chuckled, covering her mouth, trying not to laugh too openly. She waved her hand, "It's, it's nothing, I almost couldn't hold it in myself..."

Muen blinked. "Mother, why are you suddenly so happy?"

Losweiser covered her mouth with a tissue, trying to appear less flustered. "Because Daddy is happy, I'm happy too."

Muen's eyes lit up. "Huh? Why is Daddy happy?"

"Because Daddy has finally met the last family member he's been dreaming of, and he's had this family dinner with us. Muen, tell me, can Daddy not be happy?"

Muen cast expectant little eyes at Leon. "Is that true, Daddy? You've been looking forward to this family dinner?"

Leon: ...

Actually, it wasn't... that much of an anticipation.

"The child is asking you a question, Leon. Aren't you looking forward to it? Aren't you happy? You wanted to see your eldest daughter, and I made that happen. So, don't suppress your happiness, smile, Leon, just smile." Losweiser was stabbing him in the heart from the side.

"Hah, hah, hah, hah, I'm overjoyed, everyone." Leon forced a smile, his lips curling unnaturally.

"Yay! Then let's eat like this every day from now on, okay?" Muen suggested.