Shut Up, Malevolent Dragon! I Don't Want to Have Any More Children With You-Chapter 7Vol 4. : Little Noa, Grow Up Quickly

Noa had been feeling a bit troubled lately.

The ancient ancestor in her mind kept complaining that her five-year-old dragon body was accumulating primordial power too slowly.

And he warned:

“At this rate, by the time I’ve gathered enough primordial power to restore my strength, the Ultimate Terror will already be dancing madly on the ashes of the world.”

So, to avoid witnessing the Ultimate Terror performing an awkward dance in front of everyone, the ancestor had been urging Noa to grow up faster.

“I think you need a refresher on basic modern biology.”

In the dark golden stream, Noa seriously started explaining to the ancestor.

“There are two types of young dragons: cocoon-born and womb-born.”

“Cocoon-born young dragons inherit part of their mother’s power at birth, so they grow and develop much faster.”

“Womb-born young dragons are naturally born from their mother, lacking horns until adulthood, and are generally less powerful compared ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) to cocoon-born dragons. This also includes slower physical development.”

“Unfortunately for you, your host—me—is a womb-born dragon.”

The massive white dragon lay quietly on the water’s surface, its enormous eyes reflecting Noa’s small figure. After listening to her explanation, the ancestor replied lazily,

“I don’t see any sign of ‘less powerful than a cocoon-born’ in this womb-born dragon. With your skills, you could easily take on three cocoon-born dragons at once.”

Having spent so much time in Noa’s consciousness, the ancestor had come to understand this little host very well.

She was a girl of both talent and determination. Not only was she unmatched among her peers, but she was also outstanding even among young adult dragons.

“Skills don’t equate to physical growth.”

Noa shrugged. “There’s no way I can suddenly have a body like my dad or mom overnight, like you said.”

The ancestor understood this, of course. She sighed lightly and spoke slowly,

“Since you’ve given me a biology lesson, I’ll share a bit of history with you.”

Noa’s small face remained expressionless, but she nodded, crossing her legs as she sat on the water’s surface, listening intently.

“In the beginning, there was no concept of ‘cocoon-born’ among dragons. All young dragons were naturally born from their mothers.”

“But as internal conflicts among the dragons intensified, wars broke out, and the tribes found themselves lacking in soldiers. They had no choice but to send young dragons to the battlefield.”

“Over time, they realized it still wasn’t enough. Most young dragons ended up as cannon fodder, making no real impact on the war.”

“So, a new method of nurturing was developed—one where the young dragons could inherit power directly from their mothers. These cocoon-born dragons grew rapidly and had exceptional learning abilities.”

“This method didn’t require traditional reproduction methods; a single dragon could achieve it alone.”

“And this method of nurturing is what your generation calls... ‘cocoon-born.’”

Noa listened quietly.

Though her little face remained neutral, a small ripple of emotion stirred inside her.

So, long ago, dragons were also born from both parents.

But they developed the ‘cocoon-born’ method to gain an advantage in the civil war...

The conflict between womb-born and cocoon-born dragons had already been a part of Noa’s life.

When she first started at Saint His Academy, she almost fell victim to bullying due to being womb-born.

Thankfully, the Melkvey family’s female dragons were known for being able to take on three opponents at once. Noa taught those bullies a lesson and became the anti-bullying representative of the young dragon division.

But just because Noa could defend herself against the cocoon-born didn’t mean other womb-born dragons could.

It didn’t matter when this conflict began; what mattered was that it had affected generations of dragons.

The identity conflict established at a young age could follow a dragon for life, sometimes persisting even a century later.

“Eventually, I ended the dragon civil war, but the ‘cocoon-born’ method remained.”

The ancestor continued,

“Dragons liked this method of gaining powerful strength without the long and tedious process of growth.”

“Noa.”

The old ruler lifted her gaze toward the giant dragon. “What?”

“If you could choose how you were born, would you choose to be cocoon-born or womb-born?”

Noa blinked, thought for a moment, then answered,

“Womb-born.”

The response lit up the ancestor’s eyes, and she even seemed a bit excited. “Why? Cocoon-born dragons have many advantages from birth. Isn’t all your hard work for the sake of gaining power?”

Noa lowered her head, looking at her small right hand, and said softly,

“I like the process of... slowly accumulating strength. It lets me see and feel myself getting stronger bit by bit.”

“Not just inheriting power directly from my mom. If I did, it would feel like something important was missing from my life.”

Hearing this answer, the ancestor thought that calling her “ambitious” might not be entirely fitting.

Noa worked hard not only to gain power and her parents’ approval but also because she wanted a fuller, more vibrant life.

Having such insight at the age of five... the ancestor felt a slight twinge of admiration.

“What about you?” Noa suddenly asked.

“Huh?”

“If you could choose, would you pick to be cocoon-born or womb-born?”

This time, the ancestor didn’t answer immediately. She just stared at Noa, then slowly shifted her gaze to the calm surface of the water.

She seemed to be lost in memory, so Noa didn’t rush her.

After a long while, the ancestor finally spoke,

“Cocoon-born or womb-born...

I would choose neither.”

Noa raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

“Because... my birth was a mistake.”

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In the grand hall, Rosvisser was tending to her duties for the day.

Suddenly, she caught sight of a small figure sneaking peeks at her from behind a pillar out of the corner of her eye.

The queen glanced over, then smiled subtly and pretended not to notice, continuing her work.

Behind the pillar, Noa quickly pulled back her head.

“Why did you want me to come find Mom?”

“I told you, your body is accumulating primordial power too slowly, and your mother can help us with that.”

“What do you mean? Are you going to come clean to her? If you do, my parents will do whatever it takes to drag you out of my head.”

“No, no. I meant the pendant she’s wearing. It could help us.”

Hearing that, Noa cautiously peeked out again, looking at her mother on the throne.

Due to her posture, the milky-white pendant on her chest was hanging freely in the air.

Noa remembered her mom saying that the pendant was a wedding gift from Great-grandmother Veronica.

It was made of rare material, but as far as Noa knew, it had nothing to do with primordial power.

“No, that’s Great-grandmother’s wedding gift to Mom. Don’t even think about it.”

Noa refused flatly, then paused and asked,

“Besides, how do you know that pendant can help accumulate primordial power faster?”

“I can sense it,” the ancestor said. “That pendant is made from primordial crystal. I don’t know how your mother got it, but the priority right now is using it to help us speed up your accumulation of primordial power.”

“No way! I told you, it’s my mom’s wedding gift. It’s very important to her.”

Noa wouldn’t compromise on this.

Her mom cherished her marriage with her dad and naturally valued her wedding gifts.

There was no way Noa would agree to take her mom’s pendant just to help the old ancestor speed things up.

“Ah~ You’re such a stubborn little brat. I really can’t deal with you sometimes!”

“Hmph.”

Noa scoffed lightly, peeking out again to see if her mom had noticed her and planning to slip away.

But when she looked towards the throne, her mom was no longer there.

Noa blinked in confusion. “It’s not break time yet... Where did Mom—”

“Noa.”

“Ah!—”

A cool, gentle voice suddenly spoke from behind her, nearly scaring the ancestor out of Noa’s mind.

Noa’s small tail shot up in fright. “M-Mom... when did you get here...?”

“I heard some noise over here, so I came to check,”

Rosvisser said with a smile, leaning down slightly to look into Noa’s eyes with a loving gaze. “What are you doing here?”

Noa leaned back a bit, her eyes landing on the pendant hanging on her mother’s chest.

The pendant gleamed in the sunlight, clear and radiant.

“I was... um... I was—”

“Waiting for us!”

Before Noa could finish, a tuft of pink hair appeared between them.

Moments later, Moon grabbed Noa’s left hand, while Aurora took her right, and then they both looked up at Rosvisser.

“Mom, big sis was waiting for me and second sis just now, right, big sis?” Aurora said.

Noa blinked in confusion, but Moon gave her a frantic look. Noa quickly caught on.

“Oh, oh, right. I was waiting for Aurora. We planned to play in the backyard.”

Moon scratched her head. “Huh? Did we plan that—”

“Yes! Of course, we did!” Aurora interrupted, dragging her two sisters toward the back door.

“Mom, you keep working. We’re going to play~”

Rosvisser seemed like

she wanted to say something but ultimately just waved a hand and reminded them,

“Be careful.”

“Got it, Mom!”

The daughters’ laughter echoed as they ran off to the backyard, their voices fading into the distance.

Rosvisser scratched her temple.

“Why does it feel like... Noa’s acting a bit strange?”