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

Vol 6. Chapter 138: The Howling Ancestral Rite (Silver Dragon Inheritance Version)

When Leon and the others arrived at the backyard, the party had just reached the summoning phase.

“The princessesʼ piety moves the heavens! His Highness the Prin—”

“Wait, wait, wait, Sarah, you forgot Her Majesty’s mother.”

“Ah—ah—ah—ah! Ahem, ahem—”

Sarah cleared her throat and restarted the chant.

“The princessesʼ piety moves the heavens! Uh... their grandmother also keeps them in her thoughts day and night!”

“His Highness the Prince, Her Majesty the Queen, Her Highness the Princess, and Miss Xiaoxue—all revive!”

With the growing number of attendees and the expansion of the professional summoning team, Sarah’s lines this time were longer than ever before.

But fortunately, Their Majestiesʼ pace of childbirth was just slow enough that Sarah wasn’t forced to improvise a new summoning chant on the spot.

Right after that, Muse blew her horn—woo woo woo—and led several maids in musical accompaniment.

Mulu, Fran, Shanbai, Grandma, and the other elder ”skeleton troupe” members sat around the bonfire, already chewing on steaks.

Cecilia looked left and right, seeing if there was anything

she could help with.

The red-haired beauty simply sat down next to Moon and started crying along with her.

Seeing the scene, Leon leaned over to Rosvisser and whispered,

“Seriously, your mom’s crying really isn’t any less than Moon’s.”

Rosvisser shook her head in silence. “She’s hundreds of years old, and still joins kids in this kind of thing...”

The four of them approached.

Everyone else was busy, except Aurora, who stood there with nothing to do.

Or rather, what she was supposed to do was answer the questions of the main character of today’s summoning ritual.

“We’ve been back from abroad for quite a few days already. Why is the burial only happening now?” Leon asked.

Aurora held a ceramic bowl in both hands and raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean, old man? I thought you’d already figured out how the summoning ritual works. But judging from your tone, it sounds like not only do you not understand it—you even seem... disappointed?”

Leon scratched his hair and chuckled. “Guess I’ve gotten used to it. Every time we come back, if I don’t eat a serving of my own offering, it feels like something’s missing.”

“Well, no need to worry this time. Might not even finish it all, Dad, because I prepared four servings of offerings.”

Aurora tilted her body slightly and glanced at the people behind Leon—her mother, big sister, and Xiaoxue.

“Xiaoxue,”

“None of you came in vain, everyone gets a share~”

Xiaoxue blinked her beautiful golden eyes and curiously asked,

“Auntie Rosvisser, what’s an offering?”

“...A custom to respect the dead. People place food in front of the grave during funerals, as a tribute.”

She paused for a moment, seeming to recall something, then looked toward Aurora.

“So which photo did you guys use?”

“Oh, speaking of the photo, I searched the house for a long time but couldn’t find a three-person picture of you, Dad, and Big Sis—so...”

Aurora ran to the table behind the bonfire, picked up the photo on it,

and handed it to Rosvisser.

“So I just used your very first family portrait instead.”

Noa and Xiaoxue leaned in next to Rosvisser, and Leon also walked over.

The four of them looked down at the Melkvey family’s knockoff family photo.

And there it was again—Leon’s long-lost arch-nemesis, that cursed photo, back from the dead.

But what really made Leon speechless was the expression on his, Rosvisser’s, and Noa’s faces. After all, back then, he and Rosvisser were still in that “love-hate” phase, and Noa didn’t exactly trust him yet.

The worst part?

Originally, Moon had been in the photo too.

But now, her face had been taped over with two strips of adhesive in the shape of an “X.”

“What the hell kind of half-assed censorship is this?!”

“All you ever say is ‘Your second sister is cute and natural’!”

Seeing his dad’s face, Aurora knew he’d noticed the taped “X,” so she proactively explained,

“Based on your recent travel frequency and how many family members you bring, I’ve deduced that in the future, you’re likely to take more and more people with you when you leave.”

“So I didn’t cut Third Sis out of the picture—I just covered her with tape.”

“That way, if you take Mom, Big Sis, and Third Sis out next time, when you come back, I can just peel the tape off and set the photo on the table.”

“Isn’t that super convenient?”

“Sweet cabbage!”

“That’s just sweet cabbage!”

Rosvisser handed the photo back to Aurora.