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

Rosvisser gently descended to the ground as Leon and the others hurried toward her.

"Rosvisser!"
Leon broke into a run, calling her name, his voice tinged with the excitement of a long-awaited reunion.
The queen turned to face him, and for once, her usually aloof and cold demeanor softened. A warm smile graced her lips as she lifted the hem of her gown and stepped toward him.
The two met amidst the shattered ruins, tightly embracing. The sunlight that broke through the dissipating clouds bathed them in a golden glow, their reunion appearing as a delicate flower blooming amidst the rubble—a fleeting moment of beauty amidst destruction.

Isha considered walking over to greet her sister but decided against it.
It wasn’t that the elder sister didn’t want to intrude, but—
“Claudia,” Isha mused, “don’t you think villains always have an unspoken rule?”

“What rule?” Claudia asked, amused.
“They never interrupt during dramatic hugs,” Isha quipped.
Claudia chuckled, a rare moment of humor lightening the tension.

Isha’s observation wasn’t far off. Konstantin, who had been a storm of chaos moments ago, now lay still, his overwhelming purple flames and chaotic energy gradually dissipating. His massive form shrank back to its original size.
“What was that move Rosvisser used just now?” Isha asked, her curiosity piqued.
“Primordial Magic: Soul Judgement. Its power adjusts based on the intensity of the target's emotions. When it lands, it suppresses or neutralizes those emotions,” Claudia explained.
“Konstantin’s negative emotions were off the charts, so Rosvisser’s attack was particularly devastating.”

Isha nodded thoughtfully. It was no wonder the world sought the power of the Primordial Dragon Kings. Such advanced magic was leagues beyond ordinary spells.
“You’ve already begun tapping into the Primordial Force yourself. With enough training, you could achieve the same,” Claudia added.
Isha shrugged, not commenting further. Meanwhile, on the field, the Dragon Kings cautiously approached Konstantin, magical energy brimming in their hands.

They were prepared to unleash their spells should Konstantin stir even slightly. But he remained unmoving, his body completely subdued.
“His negative emotions were too overwhelming,” Claudia murmured. “Soul Judgement wiped them out entirely. And, of course, Rosvisser executed it flawlessly.”
Konstantin let out a heavy, ragged breath. His eyes fluttered open, vision blurry, as he struggled to take in his surroundings.

The academy lay in ruins, the once-proud grounds a chaotic mess. Around him, the Dragon Kings stood on high alert, watching him warily.
He tried to lift his head, his movements sluggish and strained. Among the blurred figures, one approached him with hurried, purposeful strides.
“Konstantin! Konstantin!”
The voice echoed in his mind, faint and distant.

And then, his vision dimmed, and he lost consciousness.
When Konstantin awoke, it was night.
The soft hum of cicadas drifted through a small window. The room was bare, its smooth walls unadorned, and the bed beneath him was a simple wooden plank.

A door stood opposite him, sealed by three dark beams of magical energy.
Konstantin sat up slowly, testing his body. His movements were stiff but functional. Raising his right hand, he curled his fingers into a fist, feeling the faint, strange energy pulsing [N O V E L I G H T] within him.
“What… happened to me?”

As he grappled with his thoughts, footsteps echoed from beyond the door.
“Leon…” he muttered as he recognized the figure standing on the other side. Rising from the bed, he approached the sealed doorway, meeting Leon’s solemn gaze through the barrier.
Leon’s expression was uncharacteristically grim, a far cry from his usual lighthearted demeanor.

“Let’s not waste time. You have the Black Dragon Scale inside you,” Leon began bluntly.
“The same one that drove the Warhammer Dragon King Adam to madness. It can incite uncontrollable chaos in anyone it’s implanted in. That’s why you lost control and caused chaos at the academy.”
Konstantin absorbed this information without much reaction. He had suspected as much upon waking. The power that had overtaken him felt eerily similar to what he had sensed from Adam.
“But… when was it implanted in me?” he asked, his voice low and steady.

Leon took a deep breath before replying.
“Probably during the first battle against the Black Dragon in the Empire. The Shadow calculated this moment long ago.”
He explained that the fusion experiments weren’t about creating stronger hybrid creatures or amalgamations.
“The fusion beasts were distractions, something manageable to keep us busy while they worked toward this. The real goal was today.”
Konstantin’s gaze darkened. “Then… we’re in a worse position than I thought.”

Leon nodded grimly.
“Worse than you can imagine. You didn’t kill anyone, but you severely injured 17 academy guards. Two of them barely made it out of critical condition.”
“But that’s not the worst of it,” Leon continued.
“Over a dozen teachers and hundreds of students were affected by the chaotic magic. While their lives aren’t in immediate danger, their magical circuits are in complete disarray. Because of this, the academy and the Dragon Kings unanimously deemed you highly dangerous and uncontrollable. That’s why you’re in this specialized cell.”
Konstantin closed his eyes, his guilt and frustration evident.
“And Hefei?”

“She’s safe,” Leon assured him. “But with everything that’s happened, it’ll be difficult for her and the other Red Flame Dragon students to remain at the academy.”
He explained that Hefei had been spared from the chaos thanks to Noa and their ancestor’s protective barrier, which shielded her and the other young dragons nearby.
“That’s good…” Konstantin murmured, though his voice was heavy with guilt.

Leon sighed.
“There’s more. St. Heath’s Academy is a neutral sanctuary. It doesn’t tolerate threats to its students or staff. You didn’t just damage the buildings and destroy rare books; you hurt people. That’s a serious offense.”
“I managed to buy you three days.”
“Three days?” Konstantin’s voice was tinged with confusion.

“The academy wanted to pass judgment immediately, but I convinced them to wait. I’m hoping that after three days, tempers will cool, and they’ll be more reasonable in their verdict.”
Leon paused, his tone softening.
“Most importantly, Hefei needs you. Do you understand, Konstantin?”
“Hefei…” Konstantin’s voice wavered.

Leon nodded.
“This whole incident didn’t just damage the academy. It’s left an indelible mark on Hefei. No one else can reassure her that her father will be okay. Only you can.”
Konstantin clenched his fists tightly.
“I only have three days…”
Leon nodded. “After that, I don’t know what the academy or the Dragon Kings will decide. Do what you can in the time you have.”

Turning to leave, Leon hesitated at the door. Looking back, he added,
“This is all I can do for you, Konstantin. The rest is up to you.”
Konstantin sat back down on the small bed, his head bowed.
“I’ve already… caused too much damage…” he muttered, his voice devoid of its usual strength.

Leon watched him for a moment longer, his chest tightening at the sight of his once-proud rival reduced to this state. Without another word, he walked away, leaving Konstantin alone with his thoughts.
As the door sealed shut behind Leon, Konstantin’s whispered words lingered in the air:
“I’m so… tired.”