Shut Up Malevolent Dragon I Dont Want To Have Any More Children With You Chapter 735

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Autors Note:

Apologies for interrupting the flow of your reading, but I’d like to take a moment to explain the earlier “checkpoint” in a few hundred words.

First, I want to clarify that in terms of the timeline, the battle between Leon and Little Ros is happening simultaneously. That’s why in the beginning of Chapter 97, I specifically wrote, “The Silver Dragon Clan’s battle has been going on for hours.”

Additionally, the original content was meant to include a scene where “General Leon says the checkpoint was just a joke, and how could he not rush home to help his wife?” 

However, I didn’t take into account the experience of the readers currently catching up, which led to the misunderstanding that Leon was intentionally stalling to appear cool at the checkpoint. That was my mistake as the author.

(Feel free to yell at me, but don’t blame Leon o(〒﹏〒)o

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Amidst the astonished gazes of the Dragon Kings and Kaiser, Leon slowly walked through the crowd, holding the weakened Safina and standing at the front.

“Sis… how did you?”

Safina’s hands were bound with lightning chains, her body bent over, head lowered, her long hair dyed purple hanging down, making her appear far more fragile than usual.

“Sorry, Kaiser… I couldn’t hold them off.”

Originally, it was the female warrior’s job to assist Erin, but she had already resigned to her fate.

They knew far too little about the guy named Castid, and Safina would never have imagined that there would be enemies in the Samael world that her Mirror Abyss Eyes couldn’t replicate.

“Damn Samael people! Using hostages to threaten, what kind of hero is that!” Carl shouted angrily from the side.

“On the contrary, does that mean you all can threaten me with hostages too?” Leon scoffed, about to retort.

The others present were equally enraged, but also found the situation laughable.

“It’s hard not to suspect… that Leon has been struck dumb by the Silver Dragon King, his words are so thoughtless now.” Morgan muttered.

But Leon pondered Carl’s words for a moment, realizing that Carl seemed to be implying that the Void faction wasn’t made up of good men and that he wasn’t hiding his double standards. That’s why he boldly said such a provocative thing.

Once he understood this, Leon ignored the clownish remarks.

He looked at Kaiser, knowing that this guy was the real leader of the opposition.

“You’re Kaiser, right?” Leon asked calmly, his tone neither humble nor haughty.

“You’re the so-called strongest aerial warrior.”

In just a few minutes, Kaiser’s mental state had gone through numerous ups and downs.

First, the Wind Spirit Thunder Core was stolen by a child.

Then, he had to use the hostage threat—something he despised—to force the enemy to return the Core.

He thought the exchange would work, but unexpectedly, his own sister had been captured as well.

So, in this situation, he was clearly more desperate than Leon.

“Let my sister go!” Kaiser demanded.

Leon’s gaze shifted to Isha, then back up to meet Kaiser’s eyes.

Their eyes locked. It seemed calm on the surface, but in the air, there was an almost palpable tension, an unspoken connection and sparks of emotion.

“You let my sister go first.”

Kaiser took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

“Then we—”

Leon didn’t wait for him to finish. He completed the sentence for him.

“Simultaneously exchange, the Wind Spirit Thunder Core.”

“No!” Carl immediately stopped him. “We just managed to steal the Wind Spirit Thunder Core, and when we get back, the master won’t let us off! We can’t exchange people! We only need the Core—”

Carl’s words were cut short.

Kaiser’s cold green eyes were locked on him, silencing him with just a glance.

“The Wind Spirit Thunder Core was stolen by me alone, not by us.”

Kaiser said more gently.

“This time, my sister’s life is more important than anything.”

“Lastly, I’ve already told you, whatever punishment the master has, I’ll take it all.”

With that, Kaiser ignored Carl and turned back to face Leon.

“Your name has spread in our world as well, Leon Cassmod. So I trust your promise. We will exchange hostages at the same time.”

Leon nodded, then released the lightning chains binding Safina’s hands.

Kaiser did the same for Isha.

The two hostages—also the key negotiators—slowly made their way toward their respective sides.

The distance was only a few meters, but with each step, it felt like an eternity.

Behind Leon, Odin and Constantine kept their eyes fixed on Kaiser and Safina, their magical powers subtly gathering. If the enemy dared to make any sudden moves, they would strike without hesitation.

Leon, however, remained completely composed, enhancing his sensory abilities to the maximum.

In this state, he could sense every heartbeat of everyone present.

After all, he stood at the front, ready to act immediately if anything went wrong, especially with Isha’s safety on the line. He had to remain vigilant every single millisecond.

Rosvisser gripped her Sacred Spear tightly, not daring to let her focus waver for even a second.

Compared to the “hostage threat” situation, the exchange of hostages was far more complicated.

Finally, Isha and Safina stood before each other.

They looked up at one another, the exhaustion from battle evident on their faces.

But in their eyes, there [N O V E L I G H T] was nothing but unwavering resolve.

As they passed each other, Leon quietly pressed his hand to the Thundercloud Blade’s hilt—

This was the moment where any mistake could lead to disaster. He couldn’t afford to be careless.

Everyone held their breath, the wind on the battlefield was the only noise in this tense negotiation.

The red and purple hair swirled in the breeze as they passed, and the tension in the air seemed to dissipate as they finally reached their family members.

Isha, drained of strength, nearly collapsed, but Leon was quick to catch her.

“It’s alright, sis.”

Isha nodded weakly.

Leon supported her as he carefully handed her over to Rosvisser.

Then, Leon turned to face the enemy.

Kaiser embraced Safina, looking down at his sister in his arms.

“Actually… I finally got it right. You should have only exchanged the Core.” Safina murmured.

“I told you, sis, your life is more important than anything.”

Safina’s eyes widened slightly, and the corner of her mouth curved upward in a faint smile.

“…You fool.”

“You can rest now, sis.”

“Mm…”

“Kaiser, do we still have to fight these people…”

Carl finally had a chance to speak. He glanced at the opposing lineup and swallowed nervously.

“Leon’s back, and we’ve taken heavy losses. If we keep fighting… I’m afraid—”

“We withdraw.”

“…Alright.”

With that, Carl pulled a black-purple crystal from his pocket.

Claudia narrowed her eyes, watching their movements, and reminded,

“Leon, be careful.”

Leon nodded, then shook his head.

“They won’t keep fighting.”

Claudia raised an eyebrow. “Hmm?”

“I believe, no matter how confident someone is in their own abilities, they can’t continue fighting after taking such heavy damage.”

“Moreover, his sister is injured. He can’t fight while also looking after her.”

“So… it’s over.”

After a pause, Leon added,

“At least, this battle is over.”

Carl took out the black-purple crystal, and the next moment, shards of the crystal formed an array of teleportation magic around them.

Leon watched Kaiser in the teleportation array.

Kaiser also looked back at him.

“Leon Cassmod, next time we meet, you’ll fall at my hands.”

“Many have said they’d defeat me or even kill me, but the fact that I’m standing here now means none of them succeeded.”

Leon replied,

“To be honest, I would love to fight you, the so-called strongest… aerial warrior.”

“Then we’ll meet again.”

With those words, the teleportation array began to shine brightly.

As the light faded, Kaiser and his group had disappeared.

The corpse of the Void soldier, whose head Leon had decapitated, began to dissipate into dust.

Leon finally let out a breath of relief.

He turned to Odin and the Dragon Kings.

“Thank you all for your help. I owe you another favor.”

Odin spoke, “If Leon had failed this time, we’d be here not only to help you, but to resist the invasion of outsiders.”

“I’ve heard of the Void faction for some time, but I never imagined they would reach our world,” Odin continued.

“You should’ve informed us earlier, Leon,” Constantine said.

Leon scratched his head, giving an apologetic smile.

“I only found out recently, though.”

After expressing his thanks, Leon turned and walked up to daughter, then crouched down.

“Well done, Noa.”

He reached out and gently patted the little girl’s head.

Noa, embarrassed by the praise, quickly handed over the Wind Spirit Thunder Core she’d stolen from Kaiser.

Leon took the core, then hugged Noa tightly, rubbing her cheek against his.

“What are you doing… there are so many people watching.”

“Let them watch.”

“No! I’m already a big kid!”

Leon smiled, setting Noa down, then turned to look at Rosvisser.

The queen met his gaze.

The couple exchanged looks, and though it had only been a few days since they last saw each other, the battle they had just fought made their longing for each other no less than if they had been apart for months.

Isha glanced at her sister and her husband, squinting, then very consciously moved from Rosvisser’s side to Claudia’s.

“A while ago, give me a hug, thank you…”

Claudia laughed softly, hugging Noa and taking care of Isha for Rosvisser of caring for Isha.

Meanwhile, Leon proved that the eldest sister’s choice was the right one—otherwise, hearing the following conversation up close could have meant no dinner that night:

“Tough job, my wife.”

“Of course, I had it hard. My sister and I were fighting at home, and it was chaos, while you were all relaxed, just a little tussle, huh?” the queen said, sounding somewhat resentful.

“Sigh… It’s because of that little fishpond affair, with only Safina really working hard. I wanted to help, but luckily, your husband is a master! Taking down the female warrior was a breeze!”

“Easy~ as~ pie~ hey, you…”

“Why do you hate me?”

“Because I do.”

…

“Shouldn’t we leave now? Why are we still here watching these two lovebirds?”

Morgan glanced at the other Dragon Kings, his gaze finally landing on Odin.

“Why are you watching so intently, old man?”

“Nonsense!”

The old Thunder Dragon fumed, flicking his sleeves. “I’ve lived for a thousand years—what kind of scenes haven’t I seen? Watching the couple show affection isn’t even as surprising as dealing with the Void Realm.”

“So why are you still watching?”

“It’s interesting. I love it. Can’t you mind your own business?” Odin snapped back.

“Tch.”

Morgan muttered softly and then turned to Constantine.

“Hey, Fire Dragon, you’re not leaving either?”

“I’m waiting for Leon’s family to feed me,” Constantine replied with disdain.

“…”

Morgan felt something was off.

His old friends, who were once serious and tough Dragon Kings, had all turned a little… abstract?

Why was that—?

Hmmm, so hard to figure out, Silver Dragon Prince, what’s the reason behind this?

XXX

Mother-in-law (＊ω＊): When will you come visit us?

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