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

Vol 8. Chapter 53: One Doesn’t Visit the Three Treasures Hall Without a Reason

After the last Time-Web spell, the bond between Leon and Rosvisser had deepened once again.

Leon still remembered something his old master had once told him—that when love reaches a certain height, it eventually transforms into family affection. Back then, Leon had just gotten married, while his master didn’t even have anyone to date, so he couldn’t understand what that meant at all.

To Leon, family affection was family affection, and love was love. The first was something you were born with; the second had to be built over time.

How could a feeling slowly cultivated ever turn into something as innate as kinship?

But after so many years of marriage to Rosvisser, Leon’s view had changed. He was beginning to understand what his master had meant.

It wasn’t that only blood ties could be called kinship, or that the feelings forged through trials and everyday life could only be called love.

The transition between the two was a long, subtle process—how long it took depended entirely on the hearts of those involved.

He and Rosvisser had faced countless dangers, brushed against death again and again, hearts pounding as they looked toward each other — and afterward, they had shared all those plain, mundane days together.

Through mountains and valleys, through passion and peace, the one who stood beside each of them had always been the other.

That was when love began to become something more—the beginning of its transformation into kinship.

Leon knew he and Rosvisser still had a long road ahead. There were many things they would face in their long lives—not all smooth, not all easy—but one thing was certain:

They would keep walking it together, just as they always had.

And with that thought, even the most uncertain future felt full of hope.

Winter break at Saint Heath Academy was coming to an end.

A week before the new term began, Constantine paid a visit—bringing along his young red-dragon daughter, Hefei.

”As the saying goes, one doesn’t visit the Three Treasures Hall without a reason. That fire-spitting lizard hasn’t visited anyone’s house in eight hundred years—if he’s here now, he must want something.”

While waiting in the parlor for the guests to arrive, Leon said it with his usual grin.

Rosvisser smiled.

”Can’t he just visit for once? He’s got to manage his own Red Flame Dragon Clan and look after all those Void Home Faction defectors—the pressure must be enormous. Maybe he’s just out stretching his wings, clearing his head.”

Leon shook his head. ”If he were clearing his head, he’d pick a mountain and blow it up, not come for a stroll. My bet? He found some treasure and can’t handle it alone, so he’s come begging for help.”

Rosvisser only smiled quietly, waiting.

Before long, the doors to the parlor opened, and Constantine entered, holding Hefei’s hand.

”Thank you, Aunt Anna,” Hefei said sweetly.

Anna blinked and smiled. ”Welcome, little Hefei.”

After leading the guests inside, Anna shut the door and left.

”Uncle Leon, Aunt Rosvisser! Long time no see~”

”Long time no see, Hefei,” Leon replied, standing to ruffle the little dragon girl’s hair.

”Muse and the others are at the university hall,” he added. ”But they’re one short for their team—if you join, they’ll have a full five.”

Hefei’s eyes sparkled.

”Then I’d better go help Muse!”

She darted out of the parlor, heading straight for the back garden.

”Be careful, Hefei. Don’t hurt your friends—or yourself,” Constantine called after her.

”I know, Father!” Hefei waved without looking back.

Constantine watched her disappear around the corner of the corridor before finally turning away.

And met Leon’s very pointed stare.

The Fire Dragon King frowned. ”What?”

Leon shrugged, sat back down, and said lightly, ”Nothing. Just noticed you seem more worried about Hefei lately. You never used to pay her much mind.”

Constantine’s expression tightened. He paused for a few seconds, then said in a low voice:

”I just don’t want her to accidentally hurt your daughters. She’s... too strong for her own good.”

Leon grinned. Typical hard-headed dragon logic.

He didn’t argue further, but another thought crossed his mind.

”So, dropping by uninvited—must be something urgent, right, A-Yan?”

”Somewhat urgent, but not dire,” Constantine said with a nod. ”And who told you that name, ‘A-Yan’?”

Leon spread his hands. ”If I said I dreamed it, would you believe me?”

”If I said I came to worship you, would you believe me?”