Chapter 0018-Shut Up Dragon I Don’t Want To Have Any More Kids With You

Instead, it’s a dragon riding a rider.

Well.

A little ride is a little ride. You spoil your own daughter.

Could he expect that foul-faced she-dragon Roseweather to play this kind of parent-child game with Mourne?

Dream on.

“Papa, Papa, go to Head Maid Anna, she is now the guard of the People! Let’s defeat her and take back the territory!”

The comment barely flashed Leon’s old back.

Boy, girl, you’re really sticking it to your daddy’s heart.

Do you have any idea who you’re riding now?

You’re riding the (former) strongest dragonslayer of the human race, okay?

Who wouldn’t you have that maid play but a human.

Wouldn’t it be fine to play an orc, an elf, a werewolf?

Leon muttered inwardly, damn dragon education, it must all be Los Vesper’s fault!

But since he had promised Moune that he would play the game with her, Leon had to keep his word.

He answered Moune and trotted toward the maids in front of him.

The maids were also quite cooperative and acted every bit as well.

As soon as Moune swung the branch in his hand, they fell in response.

Some of them also add drama to themselves, for example:

“Ah~ what a strong little dragon princess~ defeated me with one move~”

Or maybe:

“My human race has finally lost to the noble and powerful dragon race? I’m not willing to do it~ I’m not willing to do it~”

Leon: You’re not willing to cow demon it ==

Even though there were a million grooves in his heart that he wanted to spit, Leon held back.

A little patience goes a long way, and he now had to bring the waifs up so that Loseweather would let her guard down before he could wait for an opportunity to escape.

And so it was that after an hour of Dragon Rider gameplay, Leon’s body was a little too supportive.

No.

It’s not just as simple as not being able to support it anymore.

His newly awakened body hadn’t fully recovered to its normal level, and slight movements would make him dizzy.

He half-squatted down and Moune jumped off his shoulders, asking with concern, “Is Daddy tired?”

“Well, kind of–“

“Daddy’s not tired.”

The voice came from the direction of the sanctuary.

Leon and Mourne looked for the sound, and it was Lois Visser.

She was standing on the balcony, watching them leisurely.

“Moune, Daddy isn’t tired at all oh, he’s full of energy now, you can continue to play any game with him.” Lois Visser said languidly.

“Really? Great~ I thought Daddy was tired.”

Mourne turned back to Leon, “That