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

"It's an ancient prophecy," the voice of the Primordial Dragon King echoed.
"About ten thousand years ago, right after I quelled the Dragon Clan’s civil war, a dragon priest made this prophecy."

He recited, "The words of the priest were: 'When the sky falls, and the universe collapses, the end of all things and the fear of all beings will once again descend upon this land. Only the one who holds the power of thunder shall reverse fate and save all from annihilation.'"
"The dragons of ancient times believed deeply in prophecies and foretelling dreams. Even though most of them rarely turned out to be accurate, whenever one or two did hit the mark, they gained a strong following."
When people asked the priest how he could foresee such a world-shattering event, the priest simply said he saw the future of the dragons and all species on the Samael Continent through 'the wails of fate.'"

"You know how it is with priests or prophets; they always sound cryptic. If you were to use modern slang, I guess you'd call them... ‘riddlers’?”
"Regardless, the ancient prophecies did hold a level of credibility. And this prophecy about 'the fear of all beings' likely aligns with the ultimate terror I'm trying to prevent. So, even I can't entirely ignore this apocalyptic prophecy."
In the dimly lit waterway, Noa leaned against the wall, silently listening to the ancestral dragon recounting an ancient tale.

Since the Primordial Dragon King had revealed her presence to Noa, she'd not only borrowed Noa's body occasionally for fresh air but also told her stories and knowledge rarely found in any textbook—especially historical details.
After all, what could beat the firsthand stories from a living fossil like the Primordial Dragon King?
Noa, always eager for knowledge, especially history, absorbed every word. Understanding history meant grasping the true nature of this world.

After hearing the tale, Noa pondered briefly and then asked, "So, the prophecy mentions this person who wields thunder as the world's savior?"
"Indeed. Later generations called this figure the 'Child of Thunder' as a nickname."
"And has this Child of Thunder appeared yet?"

"Up until I sealed myself away, the one foretold as the Child of Thunder had not yet appeared," the ancestor replied, lounging comfortably in front of Noa, her inverted dragon eyes reflecting the young girl’s image. "And, of course, the end of the world hasn't come either. According to the priest, the Child of Thunder should only appear when the catastrophe itself begins."
"Only at that moment of ultimate terror can they truly become the Child of Thunder from the prophecy."
Noa nodded thoughtfully, then asked, "But earlier, you mentioned that even you couldn't ignore this prophecy. What did you mean by that?"

"I mean that when I chose you as my host back at my ruins, it wasn’t only because Konstantin was a crazy dragon and unfit for the role but also because... your lightning magic truly caught my eye."
It was rare for the ancestor to praise Noa, and while Noa wasn’t the type to seek validation, the compliment "your lightning magic impressed me" felt genuine.
"At just five years old, you could wield such intense lightning magic, even using it to defeat the Titan guarding the ruins. Remarkable."

The ancestor spoke slowly. "That’s why I think you might actually become the Child of Thunder from the prophecy."
Noa blinked, processing the statement. Although she felt a slight ripple of emotion, she wasn’t one to believe much in destiny or coincidence.
She waved her arm dismissively, "If that’s the case, your task of saving the world would be way too easy."
After a pause, Noa added, "Besides, as you said, only when the catastrophe arrives will the Child of Thunder appear."

"Ah, who knows? Prophecies are only references, after all."
"True. When you put it that way, it makes sense."
"So, kid, do you want to be the savior Child of Thunder? I can help you—just hand over control of your body~"

"If you were a creepy old man, I'd have already told my dad," Noa retorted coldly. "So, as a nagging old auntie, could you maybe stop saying you want to take over my body?"
Though they still exchanged barbed words, their relationship had noticeably softened since they first met.
Back then, Noa outright called her "the old relic." Now, "auntie" was practically affectionate for someone constantly eyeing control of her body.

"Well, it’s not my fault you only give me two hours of use per day," the ancestor protested, raising her dragon head. "Two hours only lets me gather a smidgen of primordial energy. At this rate, when will I ever regain full power?"
"Take as long as you like. Keep complaining, and I’ll reduce your usage time to one hour."
"..."

Ah, to live under someone else’s roof, there’s just no recourse.
The ancestor quietly settled back down, releasing a resigned dragon sigh. But she was well aware that Noa’s attitude toward her had softened considerably.
This little girl wasn’t as prickly as she seemed; she saw their interactions as a kind of “duel” or “negotiation.” Noa’s father had taught her well, giving her a good grasp of these games of wits.

And Noa put those lessons to practical use here, treating their talks about body control as a bargaining table. As for other matters, the ancestor could sense that Noa, as the Silver Dragon princess, was a thoughtful child.
When she couldn’t control Noa’s body, the ancestor stayed in her consciousness, sharing her experiences. She’d seen Noa’s research on ancient dragon clan wars and understood just how awe-inspiring the Primordial Dragon King’s achievements were.
As a kid who admired heroes and longed to grow stronger, Noa couldn’t help but feel a sense of reverence for this ancestor.

Only, that respect was usually confined to her thoughts. Out loud, it became “Hey, old auntie, stop thinking about my body!”
After all, Noa was determined not to lose on this “negotiation table.”
"Back to the previous topic," the ancestor continued, "Such incredible lightning magic—was it all taught by your father?"

Noa nodded, "Dad started teaching me when I was two."
"You’re only five now, and you’ve mastered such intricate lightning magic in just three years... Yet you claim you’re not the Child of Thunder?"
The old relic had clearly picked up on “modern humor.”

Noa merely smirked dryly, forcing a smile, "Just because I know lightning magic doesn’t mean I’m the Child of Thunder. If that were the case, the Samael Continent would have a whole army of them."
The ancestor chuckled before replying with a playful seriousness, "Ah, but you’re no ordinary lightning magic user."
Noa blinked in curiosity, "So, what am I then?"

"You’re a lightning magic user possessed by me."
"..."
This old relic again!

As if having you inside me is some grand honor?
Is it going to get me full marks at the academy or something?
Noa huffed, crossing her arms, and ignored her, striding away down the waterway.

"Leaving already?" the ancestor called after her.
Noa didn’t turn back, "My sister's back, no time to entertain you."
Her small figure gradually disappeared into the dark gold depths, the ripples on the water slowly fading.

The ancestor watched her go, her dragon eyes softening as she muttered to herself,
"Will it be you, Noa?"