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

Leon scratched his head awkwardly, forcing a smile as he explained,
“Rosvisser said she’s been really busy lately. She might arrive a bit late today, so… we’ll have to hold Konstantin off for a while longer.”

Hearing that Primordial magic was effective against the rampaging Konstantin offered Leon a small measure of relief.
“But what if we can’t find a way to stop him? Worse, what if no such way exists?”
At least now, a potential solution was flying toward them. All they had to do was hold Konstantin back and prevent further destruction to the academy in the meantime.

“Hold him back…” Claudia muttered, glancing at Konstantin, who was now entirely consumed by madness.
The deep purple flames around him threatened to engulf the platform, and chaotic magic leaked uncontrollably from his body.
“It doesn’t seem like we can hold him off for much longer in this state.”
She turned to the Dragon Kings present.
“Is there truly no one here who can use Primordial magic?”

Claudia, despite having access to ancient texts on the subject, had never studied Primordial magic herself. She was purely a combat-type dragon, and her magical reserves were insufficient to wield such a power effectively.
The Dragon Kings exchanged hesitant glances, but none stepped forward.
“Dad…”

While the group deliberated, Noa quietly approached Leon, tugging on his sleeve.
Leon looked down, meeting his daughter’s determined gaze. Instantly, he knew what she was about to suggest.
“No,” he replied firmly, his tone brooking no argument.

“Behave—”
“Listen to your father, child.”
The voice of their ancient ancestor echoed in Noa’s mind.
“If we intervene now, it will undoubtedly reveal my presence within you. The Ultimate Fear will become aware of our existence, and our trump card will be exposed too soon. Save it for the final moment, understood?”

Leon placed a hand gently on Noa’s head.
“Go and protect your sisters. Dad will handle this.”
His reasoning aligned with their ancestor’s warning. Revealing Noa’s existence would only escalate the crisis, potentially endangering her and worsening the situation.
Noa bit her lip, clenching her small fists tightly.
“Okay, I understand. Dad, Aunt Isha, Aunt Claudia—please be careful.”

With that, she reluctantly turned and ran off toward safety, casting one last worried glance at her father before disappearing into the distance.
Leon watched her go, waiting until she reached a safe area before turning back to face Konstantin.
“Isn’t there anyone here who can wield Primordial magic?” Leon repeated.
“Ahem.”

A cough interrupted him. Both Leon and Claudia turned toward the sound.
It was Isha.
“What is it, Sis?”

“Primordial magic… that’s easy.”
Isha snapped her fingers, and a small white flame flickered to life at her fingertips.
Leon and Claudia froze in surprise.

“Sis… When did you learn Primordial magic?”
Isha raised her left hand, showing off a jade ring set with a milky-white crystal.
“Is that… a Primordial crystal?!” Claudia exclaimed.

“Yup,” Isha said smugly. “Grandma Veronica gave it to me a while back. She didn’t want to seem biased, always giving gifts to Rosvisser and not to me.”
“During one of our family gatherings years ago, she told me it was a token of trust and hinted at its use. But it wasn’t until recently that I actually unlocked its potential.”
“Still,” Isha added nonchalantly, “I’ve only mastered the basics.”

“ROAR!!!”
Konstantin let out another furious bellow.
Isha’s expression turned serious.
“Guess this will be my first time using Primordial power in a real fight. Let’s see how it goes.”

She stretched out her arms, summoning two globes of milky-white magical energy in her palms.
With a swift motion, she hurled the energy toward Konstantin.
BOOM!
BOOM!

The twin explosions rippled through the air, shaking the ground and scattering debris.
When the dust cleared, Konstantin was on one knee. His previously impervious body now bore visible signs of injury.
“It worked…” Leon muttered.

“I’ll kill you all!” Konstantin roared, his voice filled with unrestrained fury. “Every last one of you!”
“Looks like you’ve made him even angrier, Sis,” Leon said wryly.
Konstantin’s rage escalated. He stood tall, his massive frame releasing waves of chaotic energy as he hurled purple fireballs in every direction.

The Dragon Kings hastily erected magical barriers to protect themselves, but even their combined efforts couldn’t withstand Konstantin’s relentless assault.
Buildings collapsed, and the once-pristine academy grounds turned into scorched ruins.
Leon activated his String of Shadows and quickly pulled Isha and Claudia back to a safer position.

“Isha, do you know Soul Judgement?” Claudia asked, her tone sharp.
“What’s that?”
“Got it. You can only use basic Primordial attacks,” Claudia sighed.

“Well, no one ever taught me anything more advanced,” Isha shot back, shrugging.
Leon pinched the bridge of his nose. “Once this is over, I’ll get you some manuals on advanced Primordial magic.”
Claudia smirked. “And let me guess, I’ll have to teach her?”

Leon’s sheepish expression confirmed her suspicion.
The situation on the ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) field was deteriorating rapidly. Konstantin’s rampage showed no signs of slowing, and the Dragon Kings were running out of options.
“If this continues, he’ll destroy the entire academy and endanger the students. My son is in there!” one of the Dragon Kings shouted.

“Do you want to face him yourself? None of our attacks are effective, and provoking him further will only make things worse.”
Leon stood behind the rubble, watching Konstantin’s rampage. His mind raced, searching for a solution.
“Brother-in-law, look out!”

Isha’s warning jolted Leon from his thoughts.
Before he could react, Konstantin was upon him, a massive claw wreathed in chaotic flames slashing toward him.
Leon activated his String of Shadows, but the attack was too fast. At such close range, even his reflexes couldn’t fully keep up.

“Damn it…”
Just as the claw was about to strike, a silver dragon streaked through the air, slamming into Konstantin and sending him flying.
The silver dragon landed gracefully, folding its wings around itself. When they unfurled, a figure emerged—her silver hair billowing in the wind, her white robes radiant in the sunlight, and a rainbow-colored magical aura shimmering around her.

It was Rosvisser.
Konstantin roared, a massive orb of chaotic energy forming in his jaws.
Rosvisser raised her hand, and a brilliant rainbow light gathered in her palm.

Primordial Magic: Soul Judgement.
The blast of energy struck Konstantin head-on, tearing through his chaotic defenses and scattering the dark clouds over the academy.
Sunlight broke through, illuminating the silver-haired figure hovering in the sky.

Rosvisser brushed off the lingering magical energy from her hand, her silver eyes cold and unyielding.
In a voice as icy as her gaze, she declared,
“Stay away from my husband.”