67 Don’t Fight Anymore!
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67
With these two people’s sense of revenge, this bickering would never cease.
You hit me, I hit you; when will this cycle of quarrels ever end?
As the saying goes, to stop a war, you must start another.
Meanwhile, far away at Saint His Academy, Noia, the future inheritor of the Silver Dragon Temple, with a mind-link to her parents or maybe something else—
In short, she unexpectedly managed to halt the brewing dragon-human war.
Just as Roswiser had her clothes half off, a message dragon’s call rang from the balcony.
Reluctantly, Roswiser put her clothes back on to give Leon a temporary pass.
She approached the balcony, thinking it was a letter from her sister Isar, but upon opening it, her brows furrowed tightly.
Seeing Roswiser had been gone too long, Leon got off the bed and headed to the balcony.
“What’s going on?” he asked, standing next to her.
Roswiser didn’t speak, instead wordlessly handed the letter to Leon.
After taking a look at the letter, Leon was astonished, “Noia got into a fight?!”
“Sending a message dragon at this hour means the situation might be serious,” Roswiser said, filled with worry. “What if something happens to Noia?”
Given that Noia was much younger than other young dragons, how could Roswiser not worry about a little girl going out alone to school, especially upon hearing she had fought with someone?
Leon read the brief notice:
Mr. Leon and Ms. Roswiser, Noia has recently had a physical conflict with other students at the academy. Please come to the academy tomorrow morning to discuss this matter.
Leon wasn’t sure how the news industry worked among the dragon races.
Then again, in the Empire, if the news was short, the issue was big.
Furthermore, the academy even sent a message dragon at night, requiring their presence by the next morning.
It probably was indeed as Roswiser said; this was no small matter.
Leon pressed his lips together, his expression serious.
He opened his mouth, intending to voice his concerns.
But when he saw Roswiser’s worried and anxious face, all words just got swallowed back down.
Leon was certainly concerned about Noia, but expressing those worries right now would only add to Roswiser’s anxiety.
He couldn’t throw more fuel on the fire.
When it came to their daughter, both he and Roswiser had tacitly put aside their past animosities.
Leon folded up the notice and gently tugged at Roswiser’s arm. “Let’s go rest for now.”
Roswiser said nothing and silently followed Leon back inside.
She sat by the bed, fiddling with her nails, saying nothing.
Leon, being perceptive enough, didn’t try to engage her in conversation. Instead, he quietly tidied up the messy room they had just created.
He returned the chairs to their places, threw the rope back into storage, and neatly folded the black stockings into the wardrobe.
Then, he poured a cup of hot water and placed it on Roswiser’s bedside.
Finally, he half-squatted in front of her, looking up at her,
“Get some rest. We’ll head to the academy first thing in the morning. I’ll sleep in the living room; if you can’t sleep, just wake me up.”
Leon hesitated, glancing at Roswiser’s hand. He remembered how nervous she had been during the last interview, and he wanted to comfort her by patting her hand.
But in the end, he merely patted her shoulder.
This time…
After hesitating a moment, Leon reached out his hand and gently placed it over Roswiser’s cool hand.
“Well, this will have to do.”
With that, Leon stood up, left the bedroom, and went to the living room.
Roswiser watched his retreating figure, the warmth of his palm lingering on her hand.
She opened her mouth to call out to him.
But just as the words were about to come out, she swallowed them back down.
Looking down, Roswiser’s gaze landed on the family portrait on the nightstand.
She reached for it and gently brushed her fingertip across Noia’s face.
“Please don’t get hurt, Noia.”
Meanwhile, Leon, lying on the living room sofa, stared at the ceiling, deep in thought about whether he should tear apart the ones who bullied Noia or just stab them to d*ath.
…
The next morning, the couple rushed into the principal’s office.
Vice Principal Wilson was sitting behind his desk, discussing something with another teacher.
Seeing Roswiser and Leon arrive, he immediately said to the teacher, “Go get Noia and the others.”
“Yes, Principal.”
The couple hurried to the desk, and Roswiser asked, “Principal, what exactly happened with Noia? Why would she get into a fight?”
“Calm down, Ms. Roswiser,” the principal replied, adjusting his glasses. “The origin of the issue isn’t that surprising; it’s just the conflict between viviparous young dragons and cocoon-born young dragons.”
The principal was being diplomatic with the word “conflict”; perhaps “discrimination” would have been a more accurate term.
Cocoon-born young dragons inherit power directly from their “mother,” while viviparous young dragons need time to grow.
Though there’s no real difference once they reach adulthood, there’s still a capability gap in their younger years.
Cocoon-born young dragons not only have advantages in physical prowess and talent but also naturally sport horns, while viviparous young dragons only grow their horns when they come of age.
Of course, these physical traits wouldn’t escalate to the extent of resulting in physical conflict.
Also, having tails as symbols of dragon identity and status, played a part in this.
When Leon, Roswiser, and Noia had served as model families during a speech, Leon hadn’t shown his tail.
Most adult dragons wouldn’t care about this, but to children, tails are a symbol of strength.
Thus, the conflict Noia faced likely stemmed from all these factors.
Wilson nodded, “Yes, those three kids have been a bit… rebellious, often bullying the viviparous young dragons in class. Noia just happened to catch their attention.”
Roswiser squinted slightly, “Three? Principal, are you saying three young dragons teamed up to bully my daughter?”
Hearing this, Leon stepped forward, displeased, and whispered, “Principal, this is a bit ridiculous. You get those three young dragons’ parents over here; I’ll have a word with them.”
You know, talking to dragons as a dragon slayer is pretty straightforward.
Wilson rubbed his temples in exasperation, recognizing that the couple had already accepted that Noia was bullied.
But, in reality…
“Principal, Noia and the others are here,” the previous teacher announced, standing at the door.
“Oh good, let them in quickly.” The principal sighed in relief.
Leon and Roswiser turned their heads toward the office entrance.
Under the teacher’s guidance, Noia stepped in.
The couple rushed forward.
They crouched down on either side of Noia, checking for any injuries.
Noia looked confused, “Mom, what are you doing?”
“Are you hurt? Does anything feel off? Do you need to take a break and go home?”
A barrage of questions left the little dragon girl momentarily dazed.
Roswiser examined her closely, inspecting each finger.
Leon, after a quick check, noticed that Noia seemed… completely fine.
With doubts, he looked again toward the door.
Just then, three young dragons walked in.
In stark contrast to Noia’s calm demeanor, these three little dragons were all bruised and battered—
The one in the middle had a bandage wrapped around his arm.
As they entered, they huddled together, and when they noticed Noia looking at them, they immediately slunk into the corner.
Seeing this, Leon’s mind raced, and he held Roswiser’s hand down.
“Ah? What are you doing?”
“The academy’s information might be wrong; it looks more like Noia was the one dishing out the punishment.”
Roswiser was stunned, “P-Punishment?”
Following Leon’s gaze, Roswiser naturally spotted the three little troublemakers.
It was truly… all the more pathetic.
They had tiny dragon horns on their heads, clearly identifying them as cocoon-born young dragons.
The two on the sides were small, with big heads and thick necks, while the one in the middle looked like a normal young child, with a faint flame marking on his forehead.
“Short-legged dragon race and Red Flame dragon race…” Roswiser quickly identified their types.
Leon scratched his head, “Short-legged dragon? Isn’t that a toad dragon?”
“Eh?”
“We—”
Leon paused, surveyed the people around him, then leaned closer to Roswiser and whispered, “Back when we had our battles, we called those ugly little short ones toad dragons.”
He was going to add that these dragons were not only ridiculously stupid but also incredibly timid, often used for new dragon slayers fresh out of training to practice on.
“How fitting for the image…”
Roswiser scooped up Noia, stood, and sat them both on a nearby sofa.
“Please wait a moment; Ral and the others’ parents will be here shortly.”
Ral should be that Red Flame young dragon seated in the center.
A classic leader-and-two-followers setup.
About fifteen minutes later, the office door swung open again.
This time, in walked three male dragons.
“Ral, I hear you beat up some little friends? What kind of trouble is big enough that you couldn’t handle it yourself? Forget it, just tell Daddy what you did to that kid, and Daddy will pay for it.”
The speaker was Ral’s father.
He wore a smug expression, as if his son beating someone up was something to be proud of.
However, when he saw his precious son’s battered face, he became dumbfounded and rushed to check on him.
“Son! How did you get beaten up like this?!”
The other two dragons also went over to express their concern for their sons.
Roswiser slightly turned her body and whispered, “That guy is a member of the Red Flame Dragon King Constantine’s clan; the Red Flame dragons are all arrogant and hard to deal with.”
Leon replied quietly, “I’ve taken down enough Red Flame dragons that if you lined them up, they’d circle the academy twice.”
Noia was taken aback, turning to look at Leon in confusion.
Leon blinked and grinned, “Ahaha, you see, your dad has fought a lot over the years, contributing tremendously to our Silver Dragon clan.”
“Is it you who made my son like this? Come here, you’ll apologize to my son before leaving this room!” Ral’s father pointed at Leon.
“Quiet!” Vice Principal Wilson rapped the desk. “Let me clarify this matter.”
“Last night, while eating in the cafeteria, Ral and the other two young dragons flipped Noia’s plate, and whether it was intentional or accidental, both sides have different stories to tell, but let’s set that aside for now.”
“Later, on the way back to the dorms, Ral and his friends cornered Noia in the back yard and engaged in some intense physical conflict.”
“And this is how we ended up here.”
“Does anyone have anything to add?”
Noia raised her hand, “I have something to add.”
“Go ahead, Noia.”
“They trapped me in the back yard, and the short-legged dragon on the left charged at me first, so I kicked him in the stomach, and he couldn’t get back up.”
“Then there was the short-legged dragon on the right. When he charged, I grabbed his arm, threw him over my shoulder, and stomped on his shoulder.”
“Finally, for the Red Flame dragon in the middle, I grabbed his tail, stomped on him, and when he tried to punch me, I accidentally broke his arm.”
“Principal, I’m done adding my bit.”
Principal Wilson rubbed his temples in disbelief. “So, Ral, do you have anything to say about Noia’s account of ‘accidentally breaking your arm’?”
“Nothing! Absolutely nothing! What Noia said is true!” Ral replied hastily.
“You little rascal, are you turning against your own kind? She beat you up, and now you’re siding with her?”
Ral’s father was evidently a tough cookie. He turned to Noia, “The situation is clear: this girl beat up my son and did it brutally. She’s in the wrong. I want her to apologize to my son!”
“No, it’s not enough for just her to apologize; these two need to bow in apology to my son too!”
“Not only apologize, but they also need to compensate! Not a single cent less!”
“Principal, my demands are reasonable, right?”
Principal Wilson quickly intervened, “Okay, everyone be quiet, we—”
Leon suddenly spoke up, “I think Noia, you did mess up.”
Everyone immediately turned their attention to the unwilling young male dragon.
“Leon, what are you talking about—”
Leon gently placed his hand on Noia’s head, looking at her confused expression, and slowly explained,
“First, after you knocked down the first short-legged dragon—uh, I mean, after you kicked him, you should have stomped on him again to make sure he couldn’t sneak back up on you.”
“Second, after the shoulder throw, you shouldn’t be stepping on his stomach; that’s too cruel. Let me show you—just step on the thigh; it’ll immobilize them quickly.”
“Finally, breaking that Red Flame dragon’s arm isn’t going to scare him; their biggest weakness is actually in the knees since they have weak jumping power. If you damage their knees, they’ll only be the ones getting beaten up on the battlefield, understand?”
Noia blinked her big beautiful eyes, surprised at this man.
His recap was logical, and his advice was incredibly reliable—he didn’t seem like your average stay-at-home dad at all.
The inherent dragon kin admiration for strength sent Noia’s fondness for Leon soaring.
Noia smiled, something rare for her, and earnestly nodded, “Got it, I’ll pay attention next time.”
She hadn’t expected that in such a situation, Leon would not only support her but also give a live teaching demonstration.
The two short-legged dragons opposite trembled in fear, and Noia even felt a stirring eagerness to try it out.
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Leon (leaning back): See, this is called being a professional.
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