Shut Up Malevolent Dragon I Dont Want To Have Any More Children With You Chapter 705

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After much discussion, it was finally decided that they would set out in ten days.

Isha and Rosvisser remained in the palace, on standby at all times, while

Leon accompanied Cecilia to reunite with the sisters’ father, resuming their journey to search for the Crown and the Crystal Core.

During this time, Saint Nonita temporarily stayed with Isha’s Red Dragon Clan,

so she didn’t rush to reunite with Noa and the others.

In this situation, now was not exactly the best time.

At the same time, since Aurora was the “key” to Caen-Nonita, she had already been placed under the protection of the Silver Dragon Clan. Cecilia also pulled Isha into working overtime, digging through archives and reaching out to contacts to uncover more secrets about Xiaoxue.

Of course, while their mother and older sister were busy beyond measure, Rosvisser and Leon weren’t idle either.

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Saint Nonita and Aurora stood on either side of their father.

Earlier, Rosvisser had given Xiaoxue a brief explanation of her origins, but Isha hadn’t gone too deeply into it.

Because, in Aurora’s current understanding, her biological parents were murdered by outsiders, and she was the last surviving member of the Snow Elf Tribe.

If Aurora were to suddenly be confronted with the concept of the Primordial Gods,

not only would it be difficult for Xiaoxue to fully process and accept it, but it would also shatter all the beliefs she had grown up with.

So Rosvisser had no intention of rushing it. She would reveal the secret to Xiaoxue slowly, little by little.

“Aunt Rosvisser, will this magic really help me regain my lost memories?”

Xiaoxue lowered her head, her voice a little nervous yet filled with anticipation as she stared at the Memory Recall Artifact in her hands.

Rosvisser placed her hand gently on Xiaoxue’s shoulder, her voice soft.

“Whether or not we can retrieve your memories, we will do everything we can.”

Xiaoxue pursed her lips, then nodded firmly.

“I understand, Aunt Rosvisser. Then… let’s begin.”

“Alright.”

Rosvisser then looked over at the pink-haired girl.

“Aurora, you can begin.”

“Got it, Mom.”

Rosvisser and Xiaoxue lay down on the bed and slowly closed their eyes.

With the help of a special hypnotic powder, the two of them quickly entered a deep sleep.

Aurora channeled her magic, activating the Memory Recall Spell.

As the spell took effect, the Thunder Shadow Stone beside them gradually began to project Xiaoxue’s memories.

The images flickered like a slideshow, rewinding continuously.

Everyone held their breath, watching the unfolding memories with unwavering focus.

First, Xiaoxue being taken in by the Dwarven Chief, Yachi, and brought to live among his people.

Then, further back, Xiaoxue wandering alone in the frozen wastelands,

with nowhere to go, barely surviving, nearly killed by the deadly creatures of the North.

…

The images continued to rewind—until they finally reached the night of the massacre that had caused Xiaoxue’s memory loss.

That night, Talos and Carl, from the Void Realm, slaughtered the Snow Elf Tribe in their quest for the Key left behind by Chronoz.

The screams of the Snow Elves echoed beneath the night sky.

Flames spread wildly, and under Carl’s puppet sorcery, the fire took the shape of merciless demons, reducing the Snow Elf village to ashes.

“Hey! Hand over the Key already, or I’ll kill every last one of you primitives!”

Within the memory world, Talos was as arrogant and conceited as ever, resting his massive scythe on his shoulder, his foot pressing down on the chest of a dying Snow Elf.

“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about… please… let my wife and child go…”

“You don’t know? Too bad. None of you will be leaving alive.”

Talos raised his scythe, aiming for the man’s throat.

Just as the blade was about to slice through his skin—

A sudden fireball struck Talos head-on, sending him flying.

He tumbled across the ground, rolling several times before scrambling back to his feet. Gripping his scythe, he turned toward the direction the fireball had come from,

his voice laced with fury.

“Who dares attack me?!”

From within the blazing inferno, a silver silhouette emerged, stepping forward.

She toyed with dragonflame in her hand, a sharp killing intent flashing in her dragon-gold eyes.

“Leon said that in the memory world, there’s no limit to magic power…”

“Then I suppose I’ll test that theory.”

The moment she finished speaking, the Dragon Queen spread the wings on her back and shot into the sky.

As she ascended, she shifted into her dragon form.

A resounding dragon’s roar shook the sky as Rosvisser, in her silver dragon form, hovered above the battlefield.

She threw her head back and let out a deafening roar,

gathering a searing energy orb within her maw.

The raging flames on the ground seemed to respond to her call, swirling upwards

and converging upon the blazing dragonflame sphere forming in her mouth.

The fire coiled around her enormous silver-scaled body,

taking the shape of a colossal flame dragon behind her.

By infusing Primordial Energy into fire magic, combined with Rosvisser’s mastery of body transformation techniques,

she had evolved an original technique that only she and Leon had ever used in battle—one that could unleash devastating destruction upon impact.

Compared to ordinary fire magic, this attack was incomparably more powerful.

Back in the Dwarven lands, Rosvisser had used this technique to blast Carl away and create a massive ice disk, preventing the Dwarves from being buried alive.

However, Heavenly Flame Judgment consumed a tremendous amount of mana.

At that time, after using it once, Rosvisser had been left with barely enough strength to fight using only martial arts.

But…

This was the Memory World—

And within the Memory World, those who entered through magical artifacts possessed infinite mana and stamina.

So, spamming big attacks repeatedly wasn’t just something only General Leon could do here.

The colossal flame dragon hurtled down toward Talos.

Talos sneered, gripping his scythe, his arrogance and contempt for non-mages compelling him to take the attack head-on.

However—

In the next moment, a frantic shout came from the other side of the battlefield.

“Dodge it, Talos!!”

Talos stiffened for a split second but reacted quickly.

With a flick of his wrist, he spun his scythe, slicing open a rift in space—

and in the next instant, he vanished through the spatial tear, escaping to another location.

Although Talos managed to avoid being completely buried by Rosvisser’s Heavenly Flame Judgment, the extreme heat still burned one of his arms.

“Damn it…! You actually managed to hurt me?!”

“Are you insane…? We don’t even know each other, and you immediately unleash a large-scale annihilation spell?”

Carl held his staff and stood next to Talos, both of them staring at Rosvisser in the air.

“Hmph. Ignorant primitive, what will you do when your magic power runs out?”

Talos raised his scythe again, preparing to attack.

Even in the Void Realm, there was a concept of “mana limits.”

And after witnessing the sheer destructive power of Rosvisser’s Heavenly Flame Judgment, Carl and Talos judged by common sense that her fighting style simply didn’t make sense.

“Run out?”

Rosvisser scoffed coldly and immediately began gathering fire again.

In an instant, an even larger flame dragon took shape.

The crimson glow reflected in the Void Brothers’ eyes.

Carl’s pupils dilated.

“Since when were Melmareans this terrifying?”

“I’ve never seen anyone use such a large-scale spell twice in a row…”

“Tch. Well, now you have—

Unlimited firepower, boy.”

“We’re retreating, Talos.”

For once, Carl and Talos chose to flee instead of fight.

Even if their pride wouldn’t allow them to admit defeat, they still chose to back away.

After chasing them off, Rosvisser slowly landed and reverted to her human form.

She looked around, searching for Xiaoxue.

However, instead of finding Xiaoxue, she found herself surrounded by surviving Snow Elves.

“It’s… the Snow Angel…! The Snow Angel has come to save us!”

“The legend of the Snow Angel… it’s real?”

“…”

The Snow Elves murmured in gratitude, repeating “Snow Angel” over and over again.

Rosvisser was momentarily stunned, but she quickly understood what had happened.

Aurora had likely used the Memory Recall Spell to integrate her into the memory world, making Rosvisser appear as the legendary “Snow Angel.”

“No need to thank me. I’m looking for a girl named Xiaoxue.”

She got straight to the point.

“Xiaoxue? Oh! Yes, yes, we know her.”

One of the Snow Elves called over a family of three.

Rosvisser turned and sure enough, it was Xiaoxue and her parents.

Rosvisser quickly rushed over. After exchanging a brief greeting with Xiaoxue’s mother and father, she knelt before the girl, raising her gaze to meet those brilliant golden eyes.

With a soft smile, she said,

“It’s alright now. You don’t have to be afraid anymore.”

Xiaoxue’s pupils trembled. Fear still lingered in her eyes, but her emotions gradually settled.

She looked at the silver-haired woman before her, steadied herself, and softly whispered,

“Thank you, Snow Angel…”

Rosvisser smiled.

According to her original plan, if Xiaoxue could relive this past event without the trauma of the massacre, perhaps it would awaken her lost memories.

Now that Carl and Talos had been chased away before the genocide, Rosvisser had managed to save most of the Snow Elves, including Xiaoxue’s parents.

Would this be enough to restore her memory?

After comforting Xiaoxue, Rosvisser stood up.

In the next instant her surroundings began to change.

Reality – Silver Dragon Sanctuary

“Alright, Aurora. From now on, block Xiaoxue’s ability to perceive the rest of these memories.”

Rosvisser’s voice rang out in the real world.

Aurora blinked.

“Why, Mom?”

“Because there are things that Xiaoxue… shouldn’t know.

At least, not yet.”

Aurora hesitated for a moment before nodding. Without questioning further, she activated the spell, blocking Xiaoxue’s awareness of the remaining memory world.

Now only Rosvisser continued deeper.

Memory World – The Hidden Truth

Fragments of memories flickered before Rosvisser’s eyes.

They showed Xiaoxue’s childhood among the Snow Elves.

Until—

The images froze on a particular snowy night.

A soft golden light descended upon the Snow Elf village, slowly taking the form of an infant.

“Xiaoxue…?”

Rosvisser whispered her name as she stepped forward.

But before she could reach the infant Xiaoxue, the entire world shifted, like gears beginning to turn.

Now the memories changed even faster, flashing by in a blur of countless faces.

Rosvisser held her breath, watching carefully.

There were no detailed scenes, only faces.

Some were infants.

Some were young girls.

Some were grown women.

They belonged to different races, stood in different time periods, and wore different styles of clothing from entirely different eras.

But there was one common trait among all of them a pair of dazzling golden eyes.

“All of these… are Xiaoxue?”

Standing amidst the shifting fragments, Rosvisser felt as if she were traveling through an unknown history.

For tens of thousands of years, Xiaoxue had lived under countless different identities, taking on different forms and races, wandering across every corner of Saint Melga’s continents.

This was the mission Chronoz had given her to wait for the one destined to appear.

To aid them.

To help them become the next “God of Time.”

Suddenly, the memory fragments came to a halt.

Rosvisser’s breath caught.

“Is it… over?”

As the final image shattered,

A familiar golden light shone once more.

Unlike before, it was formless and unbound, free and untamed.

But gradually the golden light began to take shape.

It coalesced into a long spear.

It was the same spear Xiaoxue had transformed into

when she lived among the Dwarven Clan.

In the next moment a deep, ancient voice echoed from within the sacred presence:

“From this day forward, you shall drift through time, carried by the currents of history.”

“You will wait for the fool who defied the Web of Fate.”

“Bring them here, so they may inherit my power and my shackles.”

“I grant you your true name.”

“A name that shall twist fate, overturn destiny.”

“Your name is—

The Holy Spear · Gungnir.”