Shut Up, Malevolent Dragon! I Don't Want to Have Any More Children With You-Chapter 75Vol 4. : Recoil

"A certain kind of person I can’t trust anyone else to handle," Leon said, as his thoughts became evident to Rosvisser in an instant.

"You’re planning to sneak into the exam site, disguised as one of the many ‘black-gold knight cosplayers.’"

"That way, you can ensure Noa’s safety right on the spot."

Rosvisser mulled it over. "Hmm... It’s a bit ridiculous, but even if the academy finds out, the principal and the staff likely won’t say much. After all, we are directly tied to the Adam incident. We have every right to take precautions."

As always, Rosvisser carefully weighed the pros and cons of Leon’s plan.

"Alright, I support you."

Hearing her approval, Leon exhaled in relief. "I thought you wouldn’t agree."

Rosvisser raised a brow, resting her chin on her hand with a playful smile. "Why would you think that?"

"Because the whole thing feels a bit over the top. But I can’t think of a better way to protect Noa without her knowing."

Leon’s protectiveness toward his daughter had a touch of post-traumatic stress. Like any overbearing father, he was deeply wary of anything that could pose a threat to his child’s safety. The unexpected attack in the Demonic Moon Forest had cemented his determination to ensure such a thing never happened again.

As Rosvisser, his wife of five years, well knew, "Once an idea takes root in Leon’s mind, it’s as if it’s nailed there. He won’t rest until he carries it out."

Moreover, Rosvisser shared his concerns. As a mother, she too was worried about Noa’s safety after such a harrowing ordeal.

This shared wavelength was what made them such a well-matched couple.

"But," Rosvisser added thoughtfully, "even if we manage to infiltrate the exam, it might not be easy to obtain one of those black armor sets the academy uses."

Leon blinked and gestured for Rosvisser to look at him.

"What’s that supposed to mean?" Rosvisser asked, confused.

"Is there a chance," Leon began, leaning in with a mischievous grin, "that the man standing before you is the original owner of the black armor?"

Rosvisser froze for a moment, then realization dawned. "Oh... I can’t believe I forgot about that!"

Leon chuckled, pulling her into his arms and gently patting her head. "Pregnancy brain is real. Poor thing."

Rosvisser playfully swatted at his chest in mock protest but quickly gave up, letting him hold her close.

"Mm, this is actually pretty comfortable," she murmured as she leaned against him, resting her head on his lap.

Leon lowered his gaze, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. His fingers lightly traced her smooth, pale skin, appreciating the rare moment of tranquility between them.

"This moment feels... perfect," he said softly.

After a pause, Leon continued, "There are still a few days until the exam. We have enough time to prepare."

"Alright," Rosvisser replied. "Then tomorrow we’ll—"

Before she could finish, a sharp bird cry came from the backyard.

The couple exchanged glances and quickly got up, heading to the balcony to see where the sound had come from.

In the training yard, Noa was already practicing with training dummies.

"Our daughter is so diligent," Leon remarked, shaking his head in admiration.

"She must be gearing up for the new exam," Rosvisser said, her hands cupping her face with a proud smile. After a moment, she glanced at Leon and teased, "She’s very determined to defeat the man in black armor, you know."

Leon rolled his eyes. "Childish."

"What’s childish about wanting to defeat you?"

"I wasn’t talking about Noa. I was talking about you."

"Me? How am I childish?"

"You just are. You’re over two hundred years old but still act like a kid sometimes."

"You’re saying I’m immature?"

"No, not at all."

"You are! You’re saying I’m immature! You want a divorce, don’t you? You even want to hit me!"

Leon: "?"

"Pregnant women... terrifying creatures," he muttered under his breath.

---

The next day, Leon donned his workout gear and headed to the training yard. If Noa was back to training, then her personal human punching bag—her father—couldn’t be absent.

By the time Leon arrived, Noa had already started her warm-ups.

The princess’s morning routine was intense:

100 shuttle runs,

200 high knees,

30 push-ups,

100 single-arm pull-ups.

If she felt up to it, she would finish with several laps around the training yard as a "dessert."

During her warm-ups, Noa didn’t need a sparring partner, so Leon sat on the grass nearby, quietly observing. He held a breakfast box filled with freshly prepared food.

After a while, Noa finished her warm-up and jogged over to him, her small arms swinging as she ran.

"Morning, Dad," she said, her face glistening with a light sheen of sweat, her cheeks flushed pink, and her breath slightly labored.

"Take a break. Catch your breath, and then have some breakfast," Leon said, handing her a bottle of water and a towel.

"Okay."

Noa took the towel, dampened it with water, and wiped her face. Immediately, she felt refreshed.

After cleaning up, she sat beside her father. They sat shoulder to shoulder, knees hugged to their chests, their postures almost identical.

Looking out at the vast training yard, Leon and Noa shared a rare, quiet moment together.

"Dad," Noa said.

"Yeah?"

"The Lightning Wolf Breakthrough you taught me—I think I’ve mostly got it down now."

"Really? That’s impressive. It took me a lot longer to master it back when I was training," Leon said, genuinely proud.

Leon had long since learned that Noa’s dedication stemmed from her desire to gain his approval. Knowing this, he never held back on praise when it was deserved.

Noa smiled. "Hearing praise from you first thing in the morning makes me happy all day."

But then, her expression shifted, a faint crease forming between her brows.

"What’s wrong?" Leon asked, noticing immediately.

"Nothing," Noa said hesitantly. "It’s just... I might not be able to use Lightning Wolf Breakthrough effectively in real combat."

"Why not? Is it because it takes too long to prepare, leaving you open to an attack?"

Noa shook her head. "Not quite. It’s hard to explain. Let me show you."

"Alright, but eat your breakfast first," Leon insisted.

"Yes, Dad!"

---

After breakfast, the two returned to the training yard.

From a safe distance, Noa began concentrating lightning magic into her palm. When the energy was fully gathered, she thrust her hand forward, unleashing a lightning wolf that streaked across the field with incredible speed.

The technique was flawless—smooth, powerful, and precise.

But as the lightning wolf shot forward, the recoil from the powerful spell forced Noa to stumble back two steps, her upper body swaying before she regained her balance.

She turned to Leon. "That’s what I mean. After using Lightning Wolf Breakthrough, I can’t stabilize my stance because of the recoil."

Leon nodded thoughtfully. "That makes sense. The problem lies in the spell itself. The ‘lightning wolf’ is a long-range attack that requires a burst of magical {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} energy to propel it forward. That same burst creates a force that pushes back on the caster."

He walked over and ruffled Noa’s hair. "You’re still young. Your body isn’t strong enough yet to handle the recoil. That’s why it’s affecting you so much."

As Rebecca would put it:

"This damn sniper rifle has way too much kickback!"

"Is there any way to fix it, Dad?"

Leon hesitated. "Not really. It’s my fault for teaching you this spell too early without considering how it might affect you."

Noa shook her head, smiling. "It’s not your fault, Dad. I was going to learn it eventually. Teach me something else in the meantime."

"Alright," Leon said, grinning. "I’ve got plenty of tricks up my sleeve to teach you."