Shut Up, Malevolent Dragon! I Don't Want to Have Any More Children With You-Chapter 119Vol 3. : Becoming More Like Real Partners

The Lionheart Society wasn’t just a resistance group against the Empire; its members were elites from various fields.

So, when the news spread that their leader, Leon Cosmod, was married to the Silver Dragon Queen Rosvisser, with three daughters, the members were abuzz with spirited discussion.

A former imperial dragonologist marveled, “I’ve studied dragon reproduction for half my life, but I never imagined a human and a dragon could have offspring. This is monumental in cross-species research!”

A former royal psychologist mused, “What sort of psychological framework would a human male need to have to bond with such an exceptional female dragon? It’s a fascinating question.”

And a five-star general, once part of the Dragon Slayer Corps, confidently declared, “If you give Leon Cosmod a chance, he can win over a queen dragon. Even if the Sun God himself were at his side, he’d be overshadowed by Leon’s legacy. This man is destined to be the most luminous figure in the shared history of humans and dragons!”

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Listening to everyone speculate and analyze his relationship with a “dragon queen,” Leon simply smiled, not bothering to interrupt. As long as they accepted Rosvisser as an ally, he didn’t care what they discussed.

After all, he had told the truth. He had no reason to worry about rumors spreading.

When no one was looking, Rosvisser gave him a sidelong glance before sneaking her hand over to his waist and giving him a hard pinch.

A sharp jolt of pain shot through him. But with everyone watching, he held back from crying out, his face contorting for just a moment.

The moment Rosvisser released him, Leon instinctively stepped back, clutching his sore side.

“What was that for?” he whispered.

The queen’s cheeks flushed slightly, and she avoided meeting his gaze, crossing her arms in front of her and looking straight ahead.

“You... you had to go and announce our business in front of everyone, didn’t you?”

“But I told the truth, didn’t I?”

“You—!”

“Everyone from the ancient dragon elders down to five-year-old hatchlings in your clan knows we’re married. Don’t humans have a right to know too?”

Rosvisser huffed, unable to find a flaw in his reasoning. After a few moments, she could only grumble under her breath, “Twisting logic to suit yourself.”

“How am I twisting logic? My dear dragon queen, let me tell you—”

Halfway through his sentence, Leon paused as a realization hit him. He looked at Rosvisser’s faintly red cheeks and blinked.

“Oh~ I get it now.”

Rosvisser rolled her eyes. “Now you ‘get it,’ huh?”

“You’re actually thrilled that I called you my wife in front of everyone, but you’re just too proud to admit it openly. You didn’t want to break character as the regal Silver Dragon Queen, so you pinched me to hide how excited you really are. Am I right?”

Rosvisser’s blush deepened as Leon nailed her innermost thoughts with just a few words. Embarrassed and indignant, she shot him a deadly glare.

“If there weren’t so many people around, I’d activate a dragon mark and teach you a lesson ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) right now.”

“My master’s wife used to say the same thing to him,” Leon quipped.

“Then you and your master are cut from the same cloth,” she retorted.

“No, what I meant is...” He dragged out his words, making her wait in suspense.

Rosvisser leaned in slightly, listening.

“We’re becoming more and more like a real couple.”

“...If you keep saying shameless things like that, I’ll air all your embarrassing secrets right here in front of the Lionheart Society!”

Leon immediately straightened up, holding back his laughter.

The members continued their lively conversations, and the two of them refrained from interjecting.

Leon moved over to the edge of the platform and easily jumped down. The platform was about a meter high, and with her long dress and heels, Rosvisser couldn’t make such a leap gracefully. So after Leon landed, he turned back, offering his hand to help her down.

Rosvisser took his hand, one hand lifting her dress slightly, and gracefully descended.

“Captain, this world is truly incredible,” Rebecca’s voice piped up from behind them.

Leon let go of Rosvisser’s hand and turned around. “What do you mean?”

“The Silver Dragon Queen needs a hand to descend from a one-meter platform, while the rough and ready dragon-slaying hero considers his wife’s every need. Isn’t that just the power of love?”

The couple could tell the little brat was teasing them.

Rosvisser, aware of her “gentle sister-in-law” persona in Rebecca’s eyes, kept silent. Leon, however, had no such qualms.

He walked over and picked Rebecca up by the collar. “Your sister-in-law flew to the Empire overnight. She’s exhausted, and I was only helping her down. Got a problem with that?”

Dangling in the air with a cheeky grin, Rebecca laughed, “No problem, no problem! I wish you both a lifetime of happiness and, uh... triplets!”

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The moment she said “triplets,” Leon released her, and Rebecca promptly fell to the ground.

She scrambled up, dusting herself off. “Geez, why is he only gentle with my sister-in-law? Still rough with everyone else.”

*If only you could see how rough I am with your sister-in-law when you’re not around,* Leon thought with a smirk.

“By the way, where’s Martin?” Leon asked.

“At home,” Rebecca replied. “Due to his family situation, he rarely comes here. But whenever the Empire plans something big, Martin gives us advance warning, which has helped the Lionheart Society survive until now.”

Leon nodded in understanding.

“Captain, now that we’re finally going to declare war on the Empire, revealing their schemes and clearing your name, what’s the plan?” Rebecca asked.

Leon had already formed a rough plan on the way here.

“Let’s see... In three days, it’ll be the Empire’s annual Lantern Festival. It’s a huge celebration with everyone in the streets, releasing paper lanterns. We can use that opportunity to reveal the Empire’s corruption to the public.”

The Lantern Festival was a cherished human tradition, celebrated once a year.

During the festival, people would release paper lanterns. Legends held that if one wrote their wishes inside the lantern, a deity would fulfill them.

Children loved the festival, writing down wishes and releasing lanterns in hopes that a deity would grant their dreams.

Adults, on the other hand, didn’t believe in gods anymore. For them, the festival was just a lively event, an excuse to celebrate.

Regardless, the Lantern Festival was a major holiday in the Empire, guaranteeing crowded streets.

“So, what’s the actual plan?” asked the man standing next to Rebecca.

Leon turned to him, squinting slightly. The man seemed familiar.

After staring at him for a while, the man introduced himself, “Nacho Salamander, former assistant to the Dragon Slayer Corps’ chief, Erlandy.”

Nacho...

Memories flooded back, and Leon remembered. In the alternate future where “Leon didn’t exist for twenty years,” Nacho had risen in ranks, eventually succeeding Erlandy as the chief of the Dragon Slayer Corps.

In that timeline, Nacho’s subordinates included the fearsome “Three-Man Squad.” In fact, Leon had extracted the information about the Heartguard Dragon Scale from Nacho himself in that future.

Seeing Leon’s silence, Rebecca thought he was doubting Nacho’s loyalty and offered an explanation.

“Captain, a few years ago, Nacho’s father was framed and died in prison, so he joined us in the Lionheart Society.”

Rebecca’s summary was brief, and Nacho supplemented it.

“My father was forced by the Empire to falsify records under threat to our family. Over time, the discrepancies grew, and when they were discovered, the Empire threw my father under the bus as a scapegoat.”

“Erlandy promised me that if I led dragons to kill you, he’d spare my father’s life.”

“But after the battle in the Rift of Ravii, Erlandy lost faith in me and replaced me with my assistant, Scott.”

“When I went to see my father in prison, I learned he’d been killed by a group of death-row inmates.”

“Who would believe it was just bad luck? My father knew too much about the insider schemes. As long as he was alive, those higher-ups wouldn’t let him be.”

Nacho’s tone was flat, his emotions dulled by years of grief and bitterness.

After hearing Nacho’s story, Leon pieced together the entire picture.

In the alternate future, Nacho had succeeded in luring Leon into the dimensional rift, erasing him from that timeline. With his mission complete, he had climbed the ranks, his father had been spared, and his career had flourished.

But thanks to Xiaoguang’s reversal magic, Leon had returned to the present, altering the course of events. Nacho, seeing the Empire’s corruption for what it was, joined the Lionheart Society, whether for revenge or to give himself a renewed sense of purpose.

Still, there was one unresolved issue.

“You said Erlandy’s mission for you was to use dragons to take me down, and my resistance caused your mission to fail. So, fundamentally... we were real enemies, Nacho.”

Leon’s simple statement laid bare the past conflict between them. Unlike the others in the Lionheart Society, he and Nacho had truly fought on opposing sides.

Leon wasn’t questioning Nacho’s loyalty; he simply wanted to know where his former enemy stood now.

Much like Constantine—though

a bit insane—Nacho’s past experiences could still offer a foundation for mutual understanding.

Nacho paused, then replied, “I never thought joining the Lionheart Society would erase the wrongs I’ve done. I only want a chance—a chance to avenge my father. After that, you’re welcome to throw me in prison.”

After a moment, he added, “I mean... a prison in the new Empire, not this one.”

Leon met Nacho’s gaze in silence.

He realized Nacho was different from Constantine. Constantine’s willingness to work with Leon wasn’t due to any moral reformation—he was simply a pragmatic dragon. If the Empire benefited him, he’d work with them; if they betrayed him, he’d seek revenge. Fair and logical.

Nacho, however, didn’t view his sins as something to be absolved. He’d willingly accept punishment, but not from a corrupt system. He wanted justice from a better, fairer one.

Rosvisser watched quietly, choosing not to intervene.

Rebecca, meanwhile, glanced between the two men, her heart racing with worry.

She genuinely liked Nacho. Even though he’d once worked for the Empire, she felt he was ultimately a good guy forced into a bad position.

*I hope Captain won’t reject him just because of their past.*

“You’re right; you’d fit well in a prison,” Leon finally said.

Nacho blinked, as if expecting that response.

Rebecca, however, looked horrified.

*No, no, no! Captain, don’t send him to jail!*

“So after we topple the emperor, I’ll talk with the new king about making you warden of a prison. How about that?” Leon grinned.

Rebecca blinked, needing a moment to process. Then, with a pout, she complained, “Captain, could you not make us think you were serious?”

Leon chuckled.

“Because of some... unusual circumstances, Nacho and I had met outside of battle,” Leon explained, alluding to the alternate future.

Nacho frowned, puzzled. “I don’t remember that.”

“Well, it’s a long story. But I know you’re a capable guy, especially in management. The Lionheart Society’s growth owes something to your efforts, doesn’t it?”

Nacho smirked, his pride showing through. “It’s mostly Tiger’s doing. I just helped out.”

“I’m sorry about your father, Nacho, but as for that revenge you seek...”

Leon extended his hand, “I’ll help you achieve it.”

Without hesitation, Nacho took Leon’s hand.

“Let’s end this charade together.”