Vol. 2 Ch. 107

“Primordial magic... I’ve heard of it, but not much,” Leon said as he recalled some vague memories. He continued, “Back in the Dragon Slayer Academy, those old professors mentioned primordial magic a few times.”

“They said primordial magic was a form of magic created by the ancestors of certain races using the purest energy at the dawn of this continent’s chaotic beginning.”

“It doesn’t involve elemental changes like lightning, fire, or wind, and it doesn't have any complex transformations like *Thousand Birds* or *Thunder Wolf Breaker*.”

“Primordial magic is simply released through pure energy, and the effects it can achieve are vastly different from the elemental magic that is now common and widespread.”

“But as for the details... I’m not too clear. The Academy didn’t offer any courses on primordial magic, so we didn’t delve too deeply into it.”

Rosvisser nodded in approval as she listened to Leon’s explanation.

“Primordial magic has existed on this land, *Samael*, since its creation. It’s been over a million years. Not only humans, but even dragons have very few records about it.”

“But one thing is quite certain.”

Leon raised an eyebrow. “Oh? What’s that?”

“Tiamat, the Dragon God. According to ancient texts, it was one of the founders of primordial magic.”

“Dragon God... Tiamat...”

It was another name Leon had never heard before. But this time, the title wasn’t just “Dragon King,” it was “Dragon God,” a level that seemed even higher.

If Tiamat was one of the creators of primordial magic, then it must have existed long before human history even began, so it made sense that Leon had never heard of it.

“In the records of the dragons, it is said that all dragon clans are descendants of Tiamat, the Dragon God.”

“Over a million years ago, Tiamat created powerful primordial magic to resist the chaos of the world.”

“In the end, Tiamat, along with the ancestors of several mysterious races, completed the great feat known as ‘Heaven Splitting.’ But because it had exhausted all of its power, Tiamat was on the brink of death.”@@novelbin@@

“Before it died, Tiamat divided its remaining power into several seeds, which slowly grew over the course of countless years and eventually evolved into the various dragon clans we have today.”

“And during that evolution, primordial magic faded into the river of history, replaced by the elemental magic we now know.”

As Rosvisser gave her lesson on dragon history, Leon’s thoughts shifted, and remembering what she had said earlier about wanting to strengthen herself, he asked, “You’re not thinking of practicing primordial magic, are you?”

Rosvisser turned her head slowly on the pillow to look at Leon, a smile playing on her lips. “Yes. Now that we have the dragon marks to store more magic, it should be possible to use primordial magic.”

Primordial magic was fueled by pure energy. Although Rosvisser’s element was fire, as long as she didn’t release the stored energy, it would remain in its purest form, residing within her body.

However, using primordial magic would still require a tremendous amount of energy.

To solve the energy problem, Rosvisser had decided to use the same method as Leon—using the dragon marks to store magic.

“But you just said that there are very few records about primordial magic. If you want to practice it... won’t it be difficult?” Leon asked.

“Of course it will be difficult. But relying on fire magic and the magic I’ve learned over the years isn’t nearly enough,” Rosvisser said. “If I want to drastically increase my power in a short amount of time without resorting to extreme measures, primordial magic is the only way, Leon.”

“... I see.”

Rosvisser’s eyes sparkled. “So you’re agreeing to let me practice primordial magic?”

Leon sighed, lifting his arm and placing his hands behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. “What choice do I have? As my master used to say, when your wife tells you she’s going to do something, she’s not asking you—she’s informing you.”

Rosvisser perked up with interest, propping herself up on one arm, her head resting in her hand, as she poked Leon’s arm. “Any classic examples?”

Leon thought for a moment before answering, “There was this one time when my master’s wife got bored at home. She bought a bunch of sewing supplies and said she wanted to do some embroidery, earn some extra money, you know, to help out with the household.”

“At first, my master said it wasn’t necessary. The ranch income was more than enough to support the family. Worst case, they could sell the donkey for some extra cash.”

“But his wife pouted and insisted on doing embroidery—kind of like how you pout when you want something,” he added with a grin.

The queen immediately kicked General Leon in the thigh. “Tell your story properly! Don’t drag me into it.”

Leon grinned through the sting of the kick and continued, “So, my master had no choice but to let her try. But she wasn’t very good at sewing and kept pricking her fingers.”

“In the end, after a month and countless bandages, she finally finished a piece called *Donkey Eating Grass*.”

“But after that, she never touched the sewing kit again. She said that, compared to passing the time, her fingers were far more valuable.”

Leon sighed dramatically. “So you see, if your wife wants to do something, don’t stop her. She’ll eventually trip up and give it up on her own.”

The more Rosvisser listened, the more she realized something was off. When it finally clicked, she shoved Leon’s chest.

“You’re mocking me, aren’t you?”

“Heavens, no! I was just sharing a fun little story from home. How could I be mocking you?” Leon replied, feigning innocence.

“You’re mocking me! You’re mocking me!” Rosvisser exclaimed, landing two more kicks on Leon’s leg.

This time, Leon caught her ankle in time. “Didn’t I say? When you’re pouting, you look exactly like my master’s wife.”

“This is not pouting! I’m trying to kick you!”

“With your foot?”

“Of course! What else do you kick with?”

“Mmm... why do I feel like this is a reward?”

At that, the queen quickly pulled her foot back under the blankets, hiding it from sight.

“You... shameless, self-absorbed, thick-skinned married man! Go sleep on the couch!”

Since she’d already called him thick-skinned, Leon decided to fully embrace it.

Sleep on the couch?

Didn’t hear that.

I’m staying right here on this bed, thank you very much!

After a bit of playful tussling, both were too tired to continue and eventually settled down to rest.

Under the covers, Leon cautiously reached out to Rosvisser. When she didn’t resist, he gently took her soft hand in his.

After a moment of silence, Leon spoke, “Have you really decided, Rosvisser?”

“Yeah. Primordial magic might not be the only way, but it’s the most effective way for now.”

Leon blinked and then asked, “Rosvisser, aside from protecting the clan and our daughters, it feels like you have another reason. What is it? Can you tell me?”

At his question, Rosvisser bit her lower lip, turning her head to look at him. “You really want to know?”

Leon met her gaze, nodding. “Yes.”

The sound of fabric rustling filled the room as Rosvisser shifted her body, her smooth skin brushing against the sheets.

She leaned in closer, gently gripping Leon’s chin, her fingers trailing over the scars on his face as she looked into his deep black eyes.

“A long time ago, you were constantly upset, worried about losing me and our daughters because of what Augur said. That night, I talked with you a lot, and you finally let go of that burden.”

“But words alone aren’t enough, Leon.”

“That’s why I need to show you with my actions. I want to prove that I care about this family as much as you do, about our daughters, and also...”

Warm breath brushed against Leon’s skin, followed by the soft, sweet sensation of her lips.

She kissed him gently at the corner of his mouth.

“The man I love.”

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TL NOTE:

Dear Readers,

We've reached the end of Volume Two of Shut Up, Malevolent Dragon! I Don’t Want to Have Any More Children With You. Thank you for sticking with Leon and Rosvisser’s journey through every twist and turn. Your support keeps me motivated to continue telling their story.

As we close this chapter, I hope the themes of love, strength, and vulnerability have resonated with you. There’s much more to explore, especially with the mysteries of primordial magic and the Dragon God, Tiamat.

This isn’t the end—Volume Three promises even more excitement and surprises. Thank you again for reading, and I hope you’ll join me in the next volume!

With gratitude,

[Santos]