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

Leon, standing over six feet tall, exuded a sense of oppressive presence as he rose to his full height.

Moreover, being a dragon slayer gave him a natural bloodline suppression over dragons.

Lar's father hesitated slightly, though his tone remained tough,"What? You want to hit me? This is the principal's office. Try it and see what happens."

"Why are you always talking about fighting? It's as if you and your son are actually capable of it."

"Nonsense! Your daughter hit my son—that's a fact. What, I can't talk about it now?"

Leon sneered. "My daughter is one year and two months old. How old is your son, whose arm got broken?"

Lar's father was momentarily stunned, stammering, "W-Well, it doesn't matter how old my son is. The point is—"

"I'm seven years and eleven months..." Lar muttered softly from the other sofa.

"Louder! I can't hear you." Noah called out, glaring at Lar.

Immediately, Lar straightened his posture and responded loudly,"Seven years and eleven months."

The little guy almost stood up from the sofa to salute Noah.

"He said he's seven years and eleven months," Noah remarked.

Leon shrugged. "Oh, so rounding up, he's eight. An eight-year-old dragonling and two others of similar age couldn't beat my one-year-old daughter."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. If that kind of embarrassing thing happened to me, I'd find a hole to hide in and take it to the grave. I definitely wouldn't go around bragging about it, saying, 'My son got beaten by a one-year-old girl.'"

Dragons were naturally inclined to admire strength.

Respect for the strong was an instinct instilled in them from an early age.

Now, after Lar's father had bragged about his status and demanded an apology, Leon's words completely demolished his arguments.

Not to mention that Lar was the one who had provoked Noah first, leading to his punishment. Even just the fact that "three cocoon-born, eight-year-old dragons got easily beaten by a one-year-old womb-born dragon" was ridiculous enough.

Thanks to Leon's "gentle reminder," Lar's father realized this as well.

His gaze darted around nervously, and he licked his dry lips, still attempting to argue.

"Maybe my son wasn't in good shape at the time, or he was hungry. Your daughter just got lucky."

Leon raised an eyebrow. "Oh, is that so? Then why not pair them up for the next combat training class and see how it goes? Noah, do you mind?"

Noah shook her head. "I don't mind."

"I-I mind..." Lar timidly raised his other, unbroken hand.

His own son's cowardice left Lar's father speechless, though his anger was clearly not subdued.

He just stood there, glaring at Leon, unable to come up with a response.

Leon, however, didn't let him off the hook.

"You said earlier that I was teaching my daughter in public how to defeat your son? Sorry, I wasn't teaching her how to defeat him—she's already broken your precious son's arm. What I was teaching was how to defeat him more easily. Got it?"

"You!..."

"Sigh! Your son bullying others is a habit, and my daughter is used to roughhousing with me. How was she supposed to know your son was so weak that just a little hit would break his arm?"

This was the verbal equivalent of a silent stab in the ribs—lethal and infuriating.

Leon used to only slay dragons, but now he had mastered the art of psychological warfare as well, thanks to spending so much time with Roseweisse.

"You don't need to accuse the academy or Principal Wilson of favoritism. Whatever the academy decides, I trust it will be fair. Isn't that right, Principal?"

Leon turned to Wilson.

Wilson nodded and took the opportunity to praise Leon. "As expected from the husband of a model family, your perspective is truly different."

Leon humbly smiled, releasing Lar's father's wrist and refusing to argue further.

Lar's father rubbed his aching wrist and glared at Leon but dared not speak again.

His arrogance from earlier had completely evaporated.

"Alright, since neither of you has anything else to discuss, let's return to the matter at hand. Mr. Leon, you fully respect the academy's decision and outcome, correct?"

Leon nodded.

"Good."

Wilson then reluctantly turned to Lar and his father. "And you, Mr. Lar's father?"

Despite his earlier defeat in the "friendly negotiation," Lar's father dared not cause more trouble.

That guy named Leon wasn't just sharp-tongued; there was also something faintly intimidating about his aura that unsettled Lar's father.

In any case, it was better to retreat for now and plot later.

"I respect the academy's decision," Lar's father said.

Principal Wilson glanced at him, snorted coldly, and continued,

"Alright, according to academy regulations, given that Lar himself admitted Noah did not break his arm intentionally and that they were the ones who provoked her first, the final decision is that Noah acted in self-defense but went slightly overboard. She will receive a verbal reprimand from her homeroom teacher. Meanwhile, Lar and the other two will write a reflection essay and take responsibility for classroom cleaning for a week. Does anyone have anything to add?"

Lar's father remained silent, muttering under his breath as he scolded his son.

True to form, he was the kind of person who acted tough only within his own circle.

Unable to assert dominance outside, he took it out on his son.

Such a lousy parenting style stood in stark contrast to Leon's family.

Leon leaned over to Roseweisse and whispered, "Breaking someone's arm only gets a verbal warning?"

Roseweisse whispered back, "Dragons' views on children fighting are different from yours... Besides, the boy admitted he started it, and the principal already said it was just excessive self-defense."

"Oh, I see."

"Alright, since neither family has any objections to the outcome and now understands their children's situations, this concludes the academy's handling of the matter. Thank you for coming. If you'd like, you're welcome to stay for lunch in the academy's dining hall."

Lar's father grabbed his son by the collar and stormed out of the principal's office.

The two toad-dragon families also left in silence, not daring to say a word—especially after hearing Leon's lesson on how to beat their children.

Roseweisse picked up Noah, preparing to leave with Leon.

But Principal Wilson called them back.

"Noah can head back to class. I still have some questions for her parents."

"Alright." Noah nodded.

Roseweisse bent down to put Noah on the ground, patting her head. "Be good and go to class."

"Okay!"

Noah ran off.

The couple approached the principal's desk. "What questions do you have, Principal Wilson?"

Wilson scratched his white hair awkwardly.

"It's not anything major, really."

"It's just... Obviously, Noah—a one-year-old womb-born dragon—defeated three cocoon-born dragons over the age of eight. That's quite a headline."

"Miss Roseweisse, I know you're from the Silver Dragon Clan, so I'd like to ask, which noble dragon lineage does your husband belong to? The union of you two produced such a powerful child—it's astonishing."

Inside, the principal thought: 'If only they'd have more kids. The more, the better.'

Hearing this, the couple panicked slightly.

Roseweisse quickly grabbed Leon's arm, smiling awkwardly,"Ahaha, Principal, you're overpraising us. My husband is just an ordinary dragon citizen, not from any noble lineage. Right, dear?"

Leon grinned, thinking, 'I've killed plenty of noble dragons, though...'

"Uh, yeah, just a commoner, Principal."

Wilson remained full of praise.

"Saint Heath Academy hasn't nurtured such a talented young dragon in years. I'm confident that when Noah graduates, she'll lead the dragon clan to defeat even more—"

Leon raised an eyebrow. "Even more what?"

"Dragon slayers."

Leon: ?

The principal wants to help his sweet daughter show filial piety; this greatness needs no elaboration.

Before Leon could start scolding Wilson, Rossweise pulled him out of the principal's office.

The couple made their way to the academy gates, planning to set off for the Silver Dragon Sanctuary.

But just then, a familiar figure emerged from the side.

It was Lar's father.

This spineless mad dog seemed to have been waiting at the school gate for quite some time.

He blocked Leon and Rossweise's path.

From his posture, it looked like he wanted to talk about "round two" with Leon and his wife.

"Is there something else?" Rossweise's tone rarely revealed impatience. She genuinely felt that speaking with this person was beneath her.

Even though she was clearly annoyed, Rossweise maintained her cold, elegant face. Her innate aura of authority was on full display.

This trait had been completely inherited by Noah.

"Of course, I still want to discuss the matter regarding our children."

"The academy has already given its decision on this matter. Didn't you just say in the office that you respect the academy? So, I don't think there's any need to discuss this further. Please step aside; we're heading home," Rossweise said calmly and with dignity.

Lar's father twisted his neck, the sound of bones cracking audible, displaying a thuggish demeanor.

"That was just lip service in the office to save face for the academy. Now that we're outside, we settle this the dragon way."

As he spoke, the two Toad-dragon parents from earlier also emerged from the side.

However, their aura was noticeably weaker than Lar's father. They didn't even dare to look Leon in the eye, hesitating as they moved forward.

Clearly, they'd been dragged here by Lar's father to back him up.

"I warn you, don't provoke the Silver Dragon clan. Move,"Rossweise repeated.

"So what if I provoke you? My Scarlet Flame Dragon clan has never been afraid of this. Besides, your man there doesn't even dare show his tail. Who knows what insignificant clan he belongs to? If we really fight, if he lasts three rounds, I'll admit defeat."

His son lost in a fight, so as the father, he naturally had to help his son regain some face.

This male dragon named Leon was probably from some unknown clan, so insignificant that he didn't dare reveal his tail.

How could he compare to the noble Scarlet Flame Dragon clan?

So even if he had "troublemaker" written all over his face, what difference did it make?

Leon thought to himself, whether Lar could inherit his father's title was uncertain, but his knack for pushing boundaries was undoubtedly inherited.

Besides, this guy was the one asking me to fight him—everyone heard it, right?

Leon glanced at Rossweise, as if seeking permission.

Rossweise sighed helplessly and whispered, "Just don't kill him."

Leon gave an OK gesture, then stepped forward.

The two sides locked eyes, tension in the air, sparks seemingly flying.

Meanwhile, back in the academy, Noah was running toward the gate, carrying a box of cookies she'd made in her cooking class.

She had initially planned to bring them home for her mom and dad after school ended in two days.

But since she was already here, she decided to bring them along now.

However, just as she arrived at the gate, she happened to catch Leon and Lar's father squaring off, clearly about to fight.

Her "scholar radar" activated—this was a learning opportunity.

She saw Lar's father throwing powerful punches left and right, each one swift and forceful.

But Leon easily dodged every single one, looking completely relaxed.

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