Shut Up Dragon! I Don't Want To Have Children With You Anymore

The principal had actually beautified the term "conflicts." Perhaps "discrimination" would have been a more accurate choice.

Oviparous young dragons inherit their power directly from the "mother," while viviparous young dragons need a period of growth.

Although there's no difference in abilities once they reach adulthood, during their youth, there are still some disparities between the two.

Apart from having an advantage in physical fitness and innate talent, oviparous young dragons have another distinct characteristic: they are born with dragon horns. Viviparous young dragons, however, can only grow dragon horns upon reaching adulthood.

Of course, outward appearances alone would not lead to "discrimination" severe enough to cause physical altercations.

Another symbol of a dragon's identity and status is their tail.

At that time, Leon, Rossweise, and Noah were giving a speech as a model family, but Leon didn't display his tail.

Although most adult dragons wouldn't mind this, for young dragons, tails are one of their main sources of pride.

Thus, Noah getting into a conflict with others might have been influenced by such factors.

Wilson nodded. "Yes, those three children are indeed a bit... rebellious. They often bully the viviparous young dragons in class. Noah was unlucky to be targeted by them."

Rossweise squinted slightly. "Three of them? Principal, do you mean to say that three young dragons ganged up to bully my daughter?"

Leon, hearing this, was also displeased. He stepped forward and said in a low voice, "Principal, this is indeed outrageous. Call the parents of those three dragons. I'll have a word with them."

You know, it's simple for a dragon slayer to have a "discussion" with dragons.

Wilson helplessly rubbed his forehead. From the look of this couple, they had already assumed Noah was being bullied.

But in reality...

"Principal, Noah and the others are here," a teacher at the door said.

"Oh, good, let them in quickly," the principal sighed in relief.

Leon and Rossweise turned to look at the office door.

Led by the teacher, Noah walked in.

The couple immediately went up to her.

They crouched on either side of Noah, checking her for injuries.

Noah was confused. "Mom, what are you doing?"

"Are you hurt? Anywhere uncomfortable? Do you need to take a leave and rest at home?"

A barrage of questions left the young dragon girl momentarily stunned.

Rossweise was meticulous, inspecting every finger.

Leon, after a quick check, realized that Noah seemed... completely fine.

Puzzled, he looked back at the door.

At that moment, three other young dragons walked in.

Unlike Noah's calm demeanor, these three dragonlings had bruised and swollen faces—

The one in the middle even had a bandage wrapped around his arm.

Once inside, they huddled together. When Noah turned to glance at them, they immediately shrank into the corner.

Seeing this, Leon's expression changed subtly, and he held Rossweise's hand.

"Huh? What are you doing?" she asked.

"The academy's information seems to be incorrect. This doesn't look like a fight... it looks more like Noah single-handedly beat them up."

Rossweise was taken aback. "B-beat them up?"

Following Leon's gaze, she looked at the three unfortunate young dragons.

Indeed, they were pitifully battered.

They had short, stubby dragon horns, indicating they were oviparous dragons.

The two on the sides were short, with large heads and thick necks, while the one in the middle looked more like a normal child, with a faint flame mark between his brows.

"Stubby-footed dragons and red-flame dragons..." Rossweise identified their species at a glance.

Leon didn't understand. "Stubby-footed dragons? Aren't those just toad dragons?"

"Eh?"

"Well—"

Leon paused, glanced at the people around him, then leaned in and whispered to Rossweise, "Back during the war, we used to call these ugly, short dragons toad dragons."

Leon wanted to add that these dragons were not only stupid but also extremely cowardly, often used as training targets for fresh dragon slayer academy graduates.

"Quite fitting, actually..." Rossweise said, lifting Noah and sitting down on the sofa with Leon.

"Please wait a moment. Lar and the others' parents will arrive soon."

Lar was probably the red-flame young dragon in the middle.

A classic setup: one leader, two lackeys.

About fifteen minutes later, the office door was pushed open again.

This time, three adult dragons entered.

"Lar, I heard you beat up another kid? Why did it escalate to the point of calling us in? Couldn't you handle it yourself? Never mind, just tell me how badly you hurt the other kid. I'll pay for it."

The speaker was Lar's father, exuding an air of arrogance, as if his son beating others was a matter of pride.

However, upon seeing his beloved son beaten black and blue, he froze and hurried over to check on him.

"Son! How did you end up like this?"

The other two dragons also approached to check on their respective sons.

Rossweise leaned slightly towards Leon and whispered, "That guy is from the Red-Flame Dragon King Constantine's clan. The red-flame dragons are notoriously arrogant and hard to deal with."

Leon whispered back, "I've killed enough red-flame dragons to circle this academy twice."

Noah froze, looking at Leon in confusion.

Leon blinked and smiled. "Ah, you know, your dad fought in many battles in the past, contributing greatly to our silver dragon clan."

"Is it your child who beat my son into this state? Come, come, come, today, if you don't apologize to my son, don't think about walking out of this door." Lar's father pointed at Leon and said.

"Quiet!" The vice principal tapped the table, "I will recount the beginning and end of this matter."

"Last night, when Lar's three young dragons were eating in the cafeteria, they knocked over Noah's tray. As for whether it was intentional or accidental, both sides have their own opinions, so we'll leave it aside for now."

"And later, on the way back to the dormitory, Lar and his companions cornered Noah in the backyard of the dormitory, where a fierce physical conflict occurred."

"In the end, it turned into this situation."

"Do you have anything to add?"

Noah raised her hand, "I have something to add."

"Please speak, Noah."

"They cornered me in the backyard. The Stubby-footed dragon on the left was the first to charge at me. I kicked him in the stomach, and he couldn't get back up."

"Then the Stubby-footed dragon on the right charged at me. I grabbed his arm and threw him over my shoulder, knocking him to the ground. Then I stepped on his shoulder."

"Finally, the red flame dragon in the middle—I grabbed his tail, stepped on it, and when he tried to punch me, I accidentally broke his arm."

"Principal, I've finished my account."

Principal Wilson rubbed his temples speechlessly, "Well then... Lar, regarding Noah's statement that she 'accidentally broke your arm,' do you have anything to say?"

"No! Absolutely not! What Noah said is true." Lar quickly replied.

"You little rascal, how dare you side with her after she beat you up?"

Lar's father was clearly a troublesome character. He looked at Noah and said, "This matter is very clear. This little girl beat my son, and her methods were extremely cruel. She was in the wrong. I want her to apologize to my son."

"No, just her apologizing is not enough. These two people should bow and apologize to my son together."

"Not only apologize, but they must also compensate financially. Not a single penny less."

"Principal, my demands are reasonable, right?"

Principal Wilson quickly intervened, "Alright, calm down, both of you. Let's—"

Leon suddenly spoke, "I think, Noah, you did make a mistake."

Everyone immediately turned to look at this male dragon who was unwilling to show his tail.

"Leon, what nonsense are you talking about—"

Leon gently placed his hand on Noah's head and, seeing her confused expression, slowly explained,

"First, after you kicked down the first toad dragon—uh, Stubby-footed dragon, you should have added another kick to prevent him from sneaking up on you later."

"Second, after the shoulder throw, you shouldn't have stepped on his stomach. That's too cruel. I'll teach you—step on the thigh instead. It disables your opponent's mobility quickly."

"Finally, breaking the red flame young dragon's arm doesn't make him afraid. Their species' greatest weakness is actually in the knees. Since their jumping ability is naturally weak, once their knees are injured, they're left helpless on the battlefield. Got it?"

Noah blinked her big, pretty eyes, looking surprised at this man.

His analysis was logical and his suggestions very practical, nothing like the behavior of a stay-at-home dad.

The dragons' natural admiration for strength made Noah's impression of Leon skyrocket.

Noah rarely smiled, but she smiled slightly and then nodded seriously. "Got it, I'll pay attention next time."

Unexpectedly, in such a situation, not only did Leon fully support her, but he also gave a live demonstration of his teaching.

The two Stubby-footed dragons across from them trembled, and Noah even felt eager to try these methods.

Leon (leaning back): 'Look, this is called professionalism.'

I believe everyone inevitably encounters people like this in their daily life:

When reason fails, they resort to yelling and acting shamelessly. They cry, make a scene, and threaten self-harm, twisting logic in all directions, with no manners at all.

Coincidentally, Lar's father was currently putting on a textbook performance of such a person, bringing a strong sense of discomfort to everyone present.

Leon even doubted whether he was actually a dragon or a rabid mad dog.

His earlier analysis had indeed won Noah and Rossweise's favor, but hearing this, Lar's father could no longer sit still.

"Hey, hey, hey, Principal, did you hear that? This guy is teaching his daughter in public how to bully my child. Isn't this stepping on my face?"

"I think that a student with violent tendencies can't resolve the issue just by apologizing. She should be expelled. Permanently barred from attending school."

Principal Wilson raised his hand to stop Lar's father's incessant chatter, "Quiet for a moment. Whether or not to expel a student is up to the academy to decide. Furthermore, many students have reported that Lar often bullies some live-born young dragons. Last night in the cafeteria, several students also said Lar intentionally provoked Noah."

Hearing this, Lar's father became even angrier. He slammed the table, pointed at Wilson's nose, and said angrily,

"Hey, you old fool, are you confused? It's clearly their child who beat up my son. You're not punishing them but instead claiming my son provoked them?"

"My son never provokes others. He just acts like that naturally. How could those useless little dragons think my son was bullying them? A bunch of cowards."

"Even if my son did bully them, there must have been a reason. Old Principal, is this how your academy plays favorites?"

Wilson frowned and replied sternly, "Watch your words, Lar's father. If you continue to slander the academy, the academy will impose stricter penalties on Lar."

Faced with Principal Wilson's warning, Lar's father chose to back off temporarily but did not quiet down. Instead, he shifted his focus to the teachers nearby.

"And you teachers, when conflicts arise among students, why don't you step in and mediate? Hmm?"

"My son now has his arm broken—what are you going to do to compensate for this?"

"He's usually such a well-behaved child, and now he's been bullied like this. How can you teachers just stand by and let it happen?"

The teachers remained expressionless.

These veteran teachers could figure out a student's behavior with just one day of observation.

They were well aware of how Lar usually behaved.

To put it bluntly, Noah went easy on him.

However, in Lar's father's eyes, the teachers' silence was a sign of guilt and being at a loss for words to rebut him.

Thus, he became even more aggressive, almost as if he wanted to turn the principal's office into complete chaos.

After blaming the teachers, he shifted his focus to the "culprits" of this fight.

Walking toward Leon's family of three, Lar's father rambled on and on.

"And you lot, weren't you once considered a model family?"

"Rubbish! Now your daughter has beaten my son, do you realize how serious the consequences are?"

"My son has never been bullied before. Why, after just half a month of school, has he been beaten?"

"He's supposed to inherit my title in the future. Do you know I'm a Duke of the Red Flame Dragon Clan? Our leader is Constantine."

"And you, someone who doesn't even dare show their tail, you shamelessly teach others how to beat us?"

"Come, come, come, I'm standing right here. Do you dare to hit me?"

"And you."

He looked at Rossweise, raising his arm to point at her and continue his tirade.

SLAP—

Before this fool, like a shrew scolding in the street, could insult Rossweise, Leon stood up and grabbed his wrist.

Before he could extend his finger, the immense pressure on his wrist caused his bones and nerves to be compressed, forcing his fingers to bend. He couldn't straighten them.

He even tried to secretly wrestle with Leon.

But he found that this guy's strength was astonishing.

Rossweise sat on the sofa, hugging Noah tightly.

In fact, if Leon hadn't stood up to say something just now, she would have been unable to hold back and would've retorted at this man.

Unexpectedly, Leon took the initiative first.

Moreover, Rossweise noticed a small detail—she didn't know whether Leon did it intentionally or unintentionally—that is—

He was somewhat protective.

"What are you barking about? It's one thing to insult me, but you dare to point at my wife and child?"

Leon said coldly, "One might think a dog had wandered into Saint Heath Academy."

Lar's father glared at Leon angrily, but his confidence was already significantly weaker than before.

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