Chapter 0015-Shut Up Dragon I Don’t Want to Have Kids With You Anymore

It was a wound from last night when he and Loseweather had met a group of dragon slayers in the woods, and he had gone up to stop Loseweather and been burned by her magical energies.

It’s actually bandaged up now ……

“I bandaged this for Dad! It’s me!”

Seeing that Leon had been staring at the bandage on his right hand, little Mourne couldn’t wait to take credit for it.

She puffed out her chest proudly, her little tail tucked higher behind her.

Leon gave a tired smile and raised his hand to rub Murn’s head, “Well, Murn is awesome.”

After being petted on the head by Leon, Moune was even happier, and she actively rubbed against Leon’s wide palm like a kitten.

Moune narrowed his eyes and smiled, seeming to enjoy the feeling.

She had no animosity towards Leon, and thought of him entirely as a father.

So even though she had obvious dragon characteristics, Leon couldn’t be hostile to her, let alone “incompatible” kind of disgust.

Not to mention.

She’s also a bubbly, cute little dragon lady.

If we just talk about “pretty” and “cute”, the dragon cubs do have an advantage over humans.

They grow faster, open their minds earlier, and their bodies and appearance change very early compared to humans.

Thinking about this, Leon couldn’t help but ponder a question:

How in the world did Roseweather, a bitter, crazy batch mother dragon with a foul face all day long, give birth to such a sweet and docile daughter?

Despite the inherent advantages of dragon cubs in terms of appearance, in terms of personality, they will display the ferocity and strength of the dragon race from a young age.

Leon had also read a number of papers published by dragonologists, and they all agreed that a dragon’s entire life was spent in violence and bloodshed, including as a hatchling.

But Mourne’s appearance is not related to “violence” at all.

Can it be that …… is the reason for the human-dragon hybrid ……

Leon mused, and within a few moments, the door to the room was opened.

Not even knocking on the door, no need to think, it must be that crazy batch mother dragon coming.

Leon immediately pulled his hand back from Mourne’s head and leaned toward the bed again.

The sound of heels hitting the ground came slowly.

Dressed in her regular clothes, Loseweather walked slowly into the bedroom.

Her long silver hair, which she usually combed up carefully, was now casually draped behind her like a silver cloak.

The makeup on her face was lighter as well, but there was no doubt that even without intentional dressing, Loseweather was still a top-notch beauty.

The silver-colored dragon pupils were devoid of last night’s hostility and ferocity, leaving only the laziness that belonged solely to the queen.

“Good morning, Mother Superior.” Mourne jumped out of the queen-sized bed and looked up to greet Losweather.

“Good morning, Moon, how long has Dad been awake?”

“Just woke up, I bandaged dad’s wounds before he woke up, like mother-sama said.”