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

Vol 8. Chapter 60: She Used a Normal Attack and You Already Used Your Ultimate

Seeing Orion so earnest, Rosvisser hardly hesitated before nodding directly.

“Alright, I can help you, Miss Orion.”

Orion was clearly surprised that Rosvisser agreed so readily.

“Really, Lady Rosvisser? Thank you so much!”

The queen let out a soft laugh, accepting Orion’s sincerity without deflecting it.

She understood very well that once a girl reached a certain age, the awakening of maternal instincts was a natural emotional process. She herself already had four children—she had every right to speak on this.

Especially since Orion had always willingly invested her own time and energy into the children of her own people. Children were the future of any race, and Orion firmly believed that.

So Rosvisser believed everything Orion had just said. She truly was willing to invest time into her relationship with Hefei.

“Well then, I’m ready, Lady Rosvisser. Please tell me.”

Orion’s voice broke Rosvisser’s thoughts.

Rosvisser gathered herself and looked up at her. She was just about to speak—but the moment she saw Orion’s appearance, she couldn’t help laughing.

Orion had somehow pulled out a small notebook and pen. Her long, beautiful legs were held tightly together, her back perfectly straight.

Her cold, expressionless face still looked calm—but her green eyes were intensely focused and serious.

She looked exactly like a student sitting upright and ready for class. And seeing such a posture on Orion, of all people, created a surprisingly adorable contrast.

“What are you doing?” Rosvisser asked with a smile.

Orion answered seriously:

“I will write down every word you say, Lady Rosvisser. This is a very important task to me, and I must complete it perfectly.”

Only then did Rosvisser remember—Orion was a typical task-first, execution-priority person.

Back when she and Leon first arrived in the Blazing Sun territory and met Orion,

Leon had commented that Orion seemed like the type who took every assignment seriously—no matter how trivial.

And trying to build a relationship with Hefei—this was undoubtedly a “mission of utmost importance.”

Which was why Orion treated it with such intense seriousness, even nervousness.

But Rosvisser knew—this was not how one learned such things.

She leaned in and gently pressed down Orion’s notebook and pen.

“No need for that, Miss Orion. This isn’t an assignment, and it isn’t a class. I simply want to share my small experiences and our family’s daily life with you—just like chatting. If you take it too seriously, you might completely miss the most important parts. Don’t you think so?”

Orion didn’t fully understand, but she felt something in the words. So she put away the notebook and pen, and nodded.

“Alright, Lady Rosvisser.”

Rosvisser smiled. Instead of beginning immediately, she looked around, then pointed toward a nearby ice cream stand.

“Let’s get something to eat. Sweet things help you relax.”

“Okay.”

They approached the stand. Orion bought a plain ice cream, while Rosvisser chose her favorite—orange flavor.

The portions were small. The two finished them in just a few bites.

Then Rosvisser suddenly asked:

“Miss Orion, a question for you. What flavor did I just buy?”

“Ah? Um... back at the stand, you pointed at a flavor and the vendor handed it over. He didn’t say it. And I didn’t pay attention...”

She truly had no idea.

“It was orange,” Rosvisser said with a smile.

Orion did not hesitate. “Alright, I’ll remember it, Lady Rosvisser. But does the flavor of your ice cream have anything to do with what we’re discussing?”

“Of course it does.”

Rosvisser spoke leisurely:

“I know you are a careful and serious person. But your eyes shouldn’t only look at the main objective. You must also pay attention to the small details throughout the process. For example, if our goal is to talk about how to interact with Hefei, then buying ice cream was just a small interlude to relax. But even in that interlude, there were details worth noticing—such as the flavor I prefer.”

Rosvisser glanced sideways at Orion and continued:

“And if it were Hefei instead of me—then just now, when buying ice cream, you didn’t notice her preferences at all.”

Orion’s pupils shifted slightly, and she murmured,

“I see... When I was buying, I didn’t observe Hefei’s preferences. These details...

I probably should write them down after all...”

Rosvisser gave a soft “hmph” and reached out to rub Orion’s golden hair.