[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-shut-up-malevolent-dragon-i-don-t-want-to-have-a":3,"chapter-shut-up-malevolent-dragon-i-don-t-want-to-have-a-shut-up-malevolent-dragon-i-don-t-want-to-have-a-chapter-714":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Shut Up, Malevolent Dragon! I Don’t Want to Have Any More Children With You",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1714692,2190,"Vol. 6 Ch. 80","shut-up-malevolent-dragon-i-don-t-want-to-have-a-chapter-714",714,"\u003Cp>She knew she would definitely fulfill that promise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like every stop along a journey always leads to the next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having bid farewell to a certain someone’s adolescence, Rosvisser now found herself in the childhood of this fool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world before her shifted from hazy to clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She steadied herself, silently observing her surroundings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The architecture was old-fashioned. In front of her was a long dining table covered with colorful dishes, decorated with strange cartoon stickers—clearly meant for children.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mirror happened to be nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rosvisser turned to look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the reflection, she saw herself wearing a slightly worn nun’s habit, her silver hair neatly tied up in a bun at the back of her head, giving her a sharp and efficient appearance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A teacher and now a nun… Casmod, your subconscious sure knows how to mix things up.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then again, she couldn’t blame it all on Leon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time they played out different scenarios, she had been quite proactive in the role-play herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps these roles had left a deep impression on him, Rosvisser thought to herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lunchtime, children.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gentle female voice interrupted her thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rosvisser turned toward the source and immediately recognized the figure before her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sister Caroline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had met Caroline once, back when Leon returned to the Empire to overthrow the old king’s rule.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was this very woman who had picked up Leon on a stormy night and taken him in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this time, Caroline was still young, and undeniably beautiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she rang the lunch bell, the children playing outside came running in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rosvisser watched them, searching for a familiar face among them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even as all the children settled into their seats, she still didn’t see Leon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"One, two, three, four… Hm? Where are Leon and Sharon?\" Caroline asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Reporting, Sister Caroline! Leon said he was going to make roast pheasant  for everyone at lunch, so he took Sharon up the mountain to catch some wild ones!\" a little boy answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Catching wild pheasant .\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Caroline covered her face and sighed helplessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Judging from her reaction, this wasn’t the first time something like this had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Come to think of it, Leon rarely talked about his childhood with Rosvisser. Compared to the teenage version of him, she was much more curious about what he had been like as a child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Was this guy always such a troublemaker?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Little Lo.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Little Lo?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah… ah? You—you’re calling me—oh, oh! What is it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rosvisser only just remembered that, in this world, her identity was that of a junior nun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So it was only natural for Sister Caroline to call her \"Little Lo\" as a senior addressing a younger one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go find Leon and Sharon before they get into any real trouble.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Understood, Sister Caroline.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That brat, already learning to take a girl out into the wild at such a young age. Just wait till I find you—I’ll smack your little butt!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking this, Rosvisser strode toward the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before she could even make it past the long dining table—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The doors were kicked open with a loud thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The noon sunlight poured in, illuminating the two small figures standing in the doorway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every nun, teacher, and child in the dining hall turned their heads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, in the doorway, stood a black-haired boy dressed in a grayish-blue tunic and shorts. One hand rested on his hip, while the other proudly held up a half-plucked wild mountain pheasant . His face beamed with triumph—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, triumph wasn’t the only thing on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were also pheasant feathers sticking to his mouth and a few scratches from pheasant claws across his cheeks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him, a young girl hesitantly lifted her hands to cover her face, as if utterly embarrassed to be associated with this self-proclaimed hunting genius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as for the mountain pheasant in the boy’s grasp—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It glared at Leon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Judging by the scratches and missing feathers, it had clearly just gone through a legendary battle against him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the look in its eyes seemed to say—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright, kid… I guess you win this round.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Everyone, look closely! An SSS-rank dangerous creature! Caught single-handedly by me, Leon Casmod!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching this spectacle unfold, Rosvisser immediately felt her hair stand on end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had faced countless dangers, seen storms that could shake entire nations, but nothing—absolutely nothing—could prepare her for the sight of a little boy holding up a half-plucked wild pheasant as if it were a mythical beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this moment, there was only one thought running through her mind:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is my husband.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sister Caroline immediately walked over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Teacher, look! I caught a wild pheasant! We’re having roast pheasant for dinner tonight!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Little Leon proudly handed over the bird, his face practically screaming praise me, praise me!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Caroline took the pheasant from his hands, sighed helplessly, and placed it to the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, kneeling down, she began checking Leon’s injuries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m fine, teacher,\" Leon said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Caroline didn’t respond, continuing her inspection carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only after confirming that his wounds were minor did she finally relax.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Little Lo, take Leon to apply medicine. Sharon, come eat your meal.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, Caroline took Sharon’s hand and led her to the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rosvisser stepped forward as well, grabbing the little troublemaker by the waist—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, she lifted the small Leon by the waist—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For some reason, she suddenly had the overwhelming urge to punch him just to see if he would cry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let’s go, little hero. Time to put on some medicine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite his bravado, only he knew how much those scratches actually stung.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rosvisser dragged Leon off to the infirmary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the \"SSS-rank dangerous creature,\" it was promptly delivered to the kitchen by another nun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Infirmary\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon sat on the bed with his arm stretched out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rosvisser sat in front of him, dipping a cotton swab into the antiseptic and gently dabbing it onto his wounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tsssss!—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It hurts?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Uh—no, it doesn’t!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon pursed his lips, as if trying to prove his manliness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rosvisser suppressed a smile and continued applying the medicine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, the door creaked open, and a small head peeked inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon turned to look. \"Sharon? You finished lunch already?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The little girl named Sharon nodded and walked into the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was carrying two lunchboxes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rosvisser immediately recognized her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He once told me that as a child, he fought off a vicious stray dog and saved a little girl. A passing priest saw it and decided to take him in, taking him away from the Casmod Orphanage.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That little girl—was Sharon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sister Caroline asked me to bring you both lunch, Leon!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sharon handed the lunchboxes to Leon and Rosvisser.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thanks! In that case, I won’t hold back!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Leon, eat slowly—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Men should eat fast!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But… I think I saw carrots in the food…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon froze. \"Huh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why didn’t you say so earlier—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could finish his sentence, Leon’s vision went black, and he collapsed onto the bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"LEON!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rosvisser’s heart clenched, and she immediately leaned forward to check on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had always thought his absolute refusal to eat carrots and eggplants was just some weird quirk he developed growing up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hadn’t realized that his hatred for carrots had existed since childhood—to the point that it could knock him unconscious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t worry, Professor Rosvisser,\" Sharon reassured her calmly. \"Leon always faints for a few minutes whenever he eats carrots. He’ll wake up soon.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sharon, it seemed, had long since grown used to this situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rosvisser finally relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few minutes later, Leon slowly regained consciousness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment his awareness returned—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sprang upright in a perfect kip-up from the bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sudden movement startled both Rosvisser and Sharon so badly that they nearly jumped back, half-expecting some horrifying carrot-induced mutation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A mere carrot… is nothing to me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sharon clasped her hands together, eyes sparkling. \"Leon, you’re so cool~\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…Was that really something worth praising?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rosvisser silently watched this ridiculous scene unfold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time, she seriously began to wonder—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had Leon’s abstract behavior throughout the years been, in part, influenced by this devoted little fangirl?\u003C\u002Fp>",1351,"2026-06-06T15:10:08.395Z",1,"novelbin.me","9065ba12928f45bcdafd1f48a5fd87fed0a900a594481186fb1406f846e2d5b6","shut-up-malevolent-dragon-i-don-t-want-to-have-a-chapter-715","shut-up-malevolent-dragon-i-don-t-want-to-have-a-chapter-713",914,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fshut-up-malevolent-dragon-i-don-t-want-to-have-a-cover.jpg"]