Shut Up, Malevolent Dragon! I Don't Want to Have Any More Children With You-Chapter 86Vol 4. : The Gap in Artistic Taste

Rosvisser glanced at the phonograph, then stood and headed toward the door.

"Where are you going?" Leon asked from behind.

While slipping on her outdoor slippers, the queen replied, "If you want to use music for prenatal education, relying solely on a phonograph won't do. There's no artistic merit to it."

"Are you saying the phonograph lacks artistic merit, or that our human classic pieces have none?" General Leon was exceptionally skilled at picking fights.

"Hmph, idiot. Today, I'll show you the taste of dragonkind."

Leon smirked. "Fine, let me see what you're made of, dragon lady."

Five minutes later, the couple arrived at the music room of the sanctuary.

Even after living here for five or six years, Leon wasn't very familiar with this place.

Unlike Rosvisser’s private study or their bedroom, this music room was rarely locked, but it also seemed seldom used. Even Rosvisser herself hardly ever played the instruments stored there.

Leon understood why.

For a workaholic like her, all her thoughts and energy were devoted to managing her tribe. After their marriage, she also had a family to take care of, leaving even less time to cultivate artistic hobbies.

Rosvisser pushed open the door, and Leon followed her inside.

The music room was spacious and bright, with the golden hues of the setting sun pouring in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm glow over the array of precious instruments.

Though it was called a "music room," there was much more than just a piano. There were flutes, cellos, guzhengs, and other instruments on display.

With Rosvisser's long lifespan, it wasn’t difficult for her to pick up a few instruments here and there. After all, one could never have too many skills.

"A phonograph merely preserves and replays sound, losing some of the original flavor in the process," she remarked while lifting the piano cover and taking a seat.

Her hands moved slowly from the center of the keyboard outward, her fingers pressing down on the keys in a deliberate sequence. Though not playing any specific tune, each note resounded with clarity and beauty.

It was clearly a fine piano.

"But a live performance might just appeal more to our third baby."

Truthfully, Rosvisser didn’t care much about prenatal education. She had absolute confidence in the potential of dragon offspring. Even if they started cultivating talents after birth, it wouldn’t be too late.

The only reason she was indulging in this now was to humor her childish husband and pass the time. That’s all. At least, that’s what the queen told herself.

As Rosvisser sat at the piano, poised and elegant, Leon leaned against it, folding his arms. He teased, "Is this supposed to be a skill?"

"Hmph."

"Oh, I get it."

"You always do. What is it this time?"

"Playing music for the baby is just an excuse. You really just wanted to show off in front of the man you love, didn’t you?"

"Keep talking, Leon, and I’ll smash this top-tier piano over your thick skull."

Leon chuckled and motioned for her to continue. "Alright, Your Majesty, please begin your performance. I’m all ears."

Rosvisser ignored his jibes, bowed her head slightly, and scanned the row of keys before beginning to play. Though she hadn’t touched the piano in a long time, her skill hadn’t rusted.

The first few bars came with slight hesitations, but she quickly found her rhythm, immersing herself in the melody.

In the glow of the setting sun, the silver-haired woman sat upright at the piano, her figure bathed in a soft, crimson halo. The music flowed like water, the notes flitting about like graceful butterflies dancing among flowers.

The sound was elegant, the melody enchanting.

Even Leon, who knew little about music, found himself captivated by the gentle tune, completely absorbed. He leaned against the piano, lightly tapping his knee in time with the music. Before he knew it, the piece had ended.

"Well? Isn’t this far more sophisticated than your human music?" Rosvisser asked smugly.

"It’s alright, I guess."

"A compliment from my husband would’ve been nice, but no—our Melkvey family tradition is to be insufferably cheeky."

Naturally, Leon wouldn’t just shower her with straightforward praise.

"Tch, I think you simply lack taste," she quipped. "I’ll play another to cleanse that rotten, outdated soul of yours."

Without waiting for a response, Rosvisser's fingers danced across the keys again, conjuring another mesmerizing melody.

Leon stayed silent this time, enjoying the performance in peace. Watching a beautiful woman play the piano was indeed a pleasure, especially when that woman happened to be his wife. A surge of pride swelled within him—pride in the fact that *his* wife was so amazing.

When a man steps outside, it’s not the size of his wallet that gives him confidence. It’s his wife.

However, just as Leon was basking in the music, Rosvisser spoke up, "You’re just going to listen? If our third baby is only exposed to dragon music, they might grow up with zero appreciation for human artistry. Your little human tricks might become a lost art, Leon."

Her playful warning sent a chill down his spine.

She had a point. If she continued to dominate the prenatal music sessions, the baby might end up fully aligned with dragon culture. Leon had learned his lesson from Aurora’s prenatal education. This time, he was determined to turn things around.

"Alright, dragon lady, watch and learn. I’ll show you what a real gap in artistic taste looks like."

Rosvisser raised an eyebrow but maintained her regal demeanor. "Oh? I’d love to see what you’ve got, general."

Leon dramatically swished his robe and bolted out of the room. Rosvisser had no idea what he was up to but knew it couldn’t be anything ordinary.

Ten minutes later, Leon returned, holding a mysterious bag.

He placed it on the piano, unzipped it, and pulled out a peculiar instrument.

At first glance, it resembled a flute—but the end flared out like a trumpet.

"What is that?" Rosvisser asked, genuinely puzzled. "Where did you even find it?"

"I made it myself. Hah, you dragons are so uncultured when it comes to art. You’ve never even seen such a sophisticated instrument."

Rosvisser rolled her eyes. "Sophisticated, my foot. I’ve never seen anything so bizarre."

Leon spun the instrument in his hands and explained, "This is something my master learned from the mysterious eastern lands. It’s perfect for weddings, funerals, celebrations, or tragedies!"

Rosvisser remained skeptical, resuming her piano playing. "Go on, then. Let’s see if it can impress me."

Leon smirked, raised the instrument to his lips, and blew.

A sharp, piercing sound burst forth, completely drowning out the piano.

Rosvisser winced, stopping her playing. "Does that thing even have volume control? It’s so loud!"

"It doesn’t need any!" Leon declared triumphantly.

The discordant wails of the instrument filled the room, making Rosvisser grimace. "This isn’t a gap in artistic taste—it’s an invasion!"

"Afraid now, dragon lady?"

"What is that thing called? Starting tomorrow, I’m banning it across the entire Silver Dragon tribe!"

Leon grinned smugly. "Hah, you couldn’t # Nоvеlight # ban it even if you tried. This, my dear wife, is the *suo na!*"

He turned to Rosvisser’s belly and added, "Alright, baby number three, we’re learning this one!"

Rosvisser sighed, rubbing her temples and then her abdomen. "Baby, don’t listen to your father. He’s... eccentric. Let’s just humor him for now, okay?"