Shut Up, Malevolent Dragon! I Don’t Want to Have Any More Children With You

Guests continued arriving. Claudia representing the Academy and Sea Dragons, Old Master Odin of the Thunder Dragons — and wherever Odin went, the Goldsand Dragon King Morgan followed. The Wind Dragon King Valendna also came, since Isha was the bridesmaid.

And there was even an old friend they hadn’t seen in a long time.

“Feir,” Constantine called. “Your Ironwing tribe lives far away — I’m glad you made it.”

The Ironwing Dragon King Feir.

Back when Constantine had lost his ability to fly, Feir stayed by his side for a while — partly out of admiration, partly hoping to earn favor for his clan.

After Constantine regained his draconic body, Feir left, yet relations between their clans grew close — proof his help mattered.

Despite the distance, Feir came all the way for the wedding.

“Congratulations, senior.”

He handed over a gift and entered the church after a brief exchange.

“Didn’t expect Feir to be that loyal,” Leon said.

“Those days after leaving the Empire were hell. Feir stayed with me through it — he helped me a lot,” Constantine replied.

Having a good brother beside you in your darkest days really did make things easier. Leon didn’t pry further.

…

Most guests had arrived. Twenty minutes remained before the ceremony.

Leon glanced at the clock.

“She should be here by now…”

“Who?” Constantine asked.

“Oh—”

“Captain! I’m here~!”

Rebecca’s energetic voice came from outside the courtyard. She entered while holding Rosvisser’s hand, skipping along.

From afar they looked like a young mother walking with her daughter.

“This is a dragon metropolis. Keep that excitement up and they’ll kidnap you,” Leon teased.

Rebecca waved it off.

“That’s exactly why I’m excited! And I’ve got my sister-in-law protecting me — who in the dragon race wouldn’t respectfully call my Silver Dragon Queen sister?”

“Hey, don’t say nonsense.” Rosvisser lightly flicked her forehead.

Hearing her voice, Noa and the girls ran out.

“Aunt Rebecca~!”

They instantly surrounded her.

Rebecca had been ready for a heartfelt reunion — until she noticed she was shorter than Noa and Moon.

“You half-dragon girls grow way too fast!”

They exchanged amused looks.

It had become a traditional height-comparison event whenever they met Aunt Rebecca — Aurora enjoyed the show nearby.

“And you, pink hair! What are you laughing at!”

Rebecca pulled Aurora into a hug, ruffling her fluffy hair.

“You’re only twelve and already as tall as me!”

Then someone tugged her sleeve.

Muse.

And her fatal line:

“Don’t worry, Aunt Rebecca. At least you’re taller than me.”

“BECAUSE YOU’RE NOT EVEN TEN YET!!!”