Shut Up Malevolent Dragon I Dont Want To Have Any More Children With You Chapter 716

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I’ll continue with the exact, uncensored translation of the next chapter, staying faithful to the original text with correct transliteration of names, pronouns, and character relationships.

The same as Leon back then, the final stop on Rosvisser’s journey was that stormy night.

As a thunderclap tore through the clouds, everything before her eyes became solid and clear.

The rain poured down, drops splashing into puddles on the street.

Rosvisser held an umbrella, standing at the entrance of an alley across from the Casmod Orphanage.

She looked down at her reflection in the puddle.

This time, she wasn’t playing some strange role—she was simply herself.

That likely meant, on this journey, she wouldn’t directly encounter Leon.

The rainy night was cold. Rosvisser curled her tail around herself, scanning her surroundings.

After a moment, she spotted a small figure at the orphanage’s doorstep.

It was Leon, still swaddled in a bundle of blankets.

And there was no one around him.

Seeing this, Rosvisser frowned slightly.

“Did I come too late…?”

If she had arrived earlier, perhaps she could have seen the person who abandoned Leon here.

That person was most likely Leon’s relative.

With this thought, Rosvisser attempted to adjust the timeline of the memory world.

But to her surprise, the moment she blinked, she realized—this was already the very start of Leon’s memories.

Beyond this point, there was nothing.

“…How can this be…?”

Aurora had explained that the memory world was linked to the host’s subconscious. Some things, even if forgotten, would still form a complete world if buried deep enough in the subconscious.

In other words, under normal circumstances, Rosvisser should have been able to trace back to the day Leon was born. Even if the real Leon had no memory of it, she should still be able to observe it as a bystander.

But at this moment, she could not adjust the timeline.

This very instant was the furthest reach of Leon’s memory.

Everything about him began on this rainy night.

—Cough—

The sound of a door opening interrupted Rosvisser’s thoughts.

She focused her gaze again.

It was Sister Caroline.

She stood at the orphanage doorway and immediately spotted the abandoned infant.

From the helpless expression on Caroline’s face, Rosvisser could tell—

this was not the first time a baby had been abandoned here.

But then, Caroline’s expression shifted from resignation to shock.

She crouched down and picked up Leon, staring at the tiny baby wrapped in blankets, sighing softly.

“Such a noisy storm, and yet you didn’t cry at all… What a strong little one.”

Rosvisser silently listened to her words.

She remembered—many times, when she and Leon had returned to the Empire, Caroline had indeed told them this story.

But that night he really hadn’t cried.

He had only opened his dark, bright eyes, gazing up at the stormy sky, as if waiting for someone.

Caroline carried Leon into the orphanage chapel.

Rosvisser moved to follow.

But just as the orphanage doors shut, a bolt of thunder exploded from the clouds above.

Even Rosvisser flinched from the sudden roar of the storm.

She looked up.

Amid the deep, heavy clouds, remnants of blue light surged and flickered before slowly dispersing into the night.

“What… was that…?”

Her instincts screamed at her.

That lightning wasn’t natural.

It was more like… a signal.

A signal marking the end of something.

Without hesitation, Rosvisser opened her left hand, letting go of her umbrella.

She soared into the sky, flying toward the storm clouds.

But the closer she got, the blurrier everything became.

“Because this completely doesn’t belong within Leon’s subconscious…

Even memory-retracing magic can’t erase its existence here?”

Understanding the reason, Rosvisser stopped her meaningless attempt.

She hovered midair, gazing into the vast, distant clouds.

In her silver dragon eyes was an indescribable depth.

It felt as though she was staring into the gaze of some supreme being.

Rosvisser clenched her fists tightly.

After a long silence, she exhaled, releasing the tension in her body.

The world around her began to collapse.

This journey to mend regrets, too, had come to an end.

…

…

“Big Sis, what’s a dog meat shop?”

“Big Sis, what’s an orphanage?”

“Big Sis, was that wild mountain chicken really an SSS-class danger beast? Moon is more curious about whether it tasted good!”

“Big Sis Big Sis Big Sis—!!”

Noa was losing her patience.

“Didn’t Dad already agree to tone down the details of his memory world a little?

Why are there still so many things that aren’t common among dragons?!”

“Ugh, whatever, as long as Mom and Dad are happy…”

Fine, lightning strikes are lightning strikes.

Now, someone might ask:

Noa, Noa, how do you deal with Moon’s endless questions?

Oh, brother, there is a way, and as the great Princess Noa, she could come up with an entire carriage full of explanations—

Noa placed both hands on Moon’s shoulders, looking straight into her wide, curious eyes, and spoke with absolute seriousness—

“You’ll understand when you grow up.”

“Oh…”

‘You’ll understand when you grow up’ and ‘You were picked up from a trash can’— are probably of the same nature in a child’s mind.

They have no way to refute it. So they can only believe it.

“Alright, let’s head out for now. We’ll check on Dad and Mom later tonight.”

“Okay~”

Noa led her sisters, along with Xiaoxue, out of the bedroom.

On the bed, their parents remained in each other’s embrace, sound asleep.

…

Leon slowly woke up.

The first thing he saw—was Rosvisser, already awake, sitting at the vanity mirror, tidying up her slightly messy hair.

“…Awake?”

The Queen glanced at him through the mirror and greeted him.

“…I feel like I had a lot of dreams…”

Rosvisser chuckled, setting down the brush. Then she stood up, slowly making her way to the bedside.

Leon, seeing her suspicious smile, immediately pulled the blanket up to his chin.

“What are you doing…”

“There were some interesting details in the memory world. I wonder if you still remember them,” Rosvisser murmured mysteriously.

Leon scratched his head, pouting and looking away.

“Aurora said that memory worlds are like dreams… Things from dreams get forgotten when you wake up. So… so of course, I don’t remember anything.”

“Oh? You really don’t remember?”

Nod.

“Alright then, let me remind you…”

“What are you…”

Rosvisser suddenly took a deep breath, lifted her skirt slightly, and deliberately lowered her voice—speaking in an overly serious tone—

“Miss Melkvey! I like you!”

“…”

“…ARE YOU INSANE, ROSVISSER?! YOU’RE INSANE!!!”

“IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT! IT’S YOUR FAULT! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO RUIN MY YOUTHFUL INNOCENCE?!”

“YOU WERE A TEACHER! JUST BE A TEACHER! WHY WERE YOU FLIRTING WITH ME ALL THE TIME?!

AND HOME VISITS?! WERE THOSE REALLY JUST ‘HOME VISITS’?! I DIDN’T EVEN WANT TO EXPOSE YOU!!!”

“AND SINCE IT’S A DREAM ANYWAY, COULDN’T YOU HAVE AT LEAST CHANGED YOUR HAIR COLOR?”

“ε=ε=ε=(#>д<)/！！”

Rosvisser crossed her arms, watching his utter breakdown with satisfaction.

“Mm~

Perfect~

Absolutely perfect~”

“You clearly remembered it, so why did you say you didn’t?”

Rosvisser smirked, slowly sitting on the bed.

Leon lifted half a pillow to cover his face.

After a moment, Rosvisser pressed down on the pillow gently.

“Alright, enough teasing. Let’s talk about something serious.”

She looked at him with genuine seriousness.

“In the earliest part of your memories, I saw something about your origins.”

“Leon, I have to warn you—

Your true background… might be far more complicated than you think.”