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

“Of course... of course, I can still hold on... I won’t go down before you do, Leon.”

Leon froze for a moment before letting out a bitter laugh. “At a time like this, you’re still trying to act tough?”

The truth was, they both knew each other’s condition all too well.

Including Poseidon and the other Dragon Kings, none of them could last much longer.

They didn’t even have enough power to transform into their dragon forms and escape by air.

In half an hour, at most, the Void army would completely engulf them.

“Prince, Silver Dragon Queen... I know this isn’t the right time, but I have a request.”

Poseidon staggered over, his steps heavy. He was clearly injured.

“What is it, Senior?”

“Claudia and Charlotte...” Poseidon said, his voice hoarse. “I’ve been away all these years, always fighting, always running. I never got the chance to see them. So, if any of you make it out of here alive, please tell them something for me. Tell them that I love them and that I’m sorry... for not being a better father.”

Rosvisser and Leon both fell silent, their pupils trembling slightly.

Another father, burdened with guilt.

Leon wanted to say something encouraging, like, “You should tell them yourself,” but in the face of such overwhelming odds, even he couldn’t maintain a hopeful outlook.

Before he could respond, they heard another anguished shout from a distance.

“Lokiah! Lokiah, you bastard! Answer me! Don’t die!!”

...Damn it!!

Another Dragon King had fallen.

Another shadow of despair loomed over the battlefield.

Now, including Leon, Rosvisser, and Poseidon, only five of them remained.

Five utterly exhausted fighters against a huge army Void creatures...

How could they possibly win?

But before they could come up with a plan, the Void army surged forward again.

Leon and the others braced themselves, adjusting their stances, ready to fight to the death.

But they were already running on empty. They were no match for the relentless tide of enemies.

Leon and Rosvisser stood shoulder to shoulder, feeling each other’s body heat.

But then, Rosvisser’s tense expression suddenly softened.

She closed her eyes and let out a resigned, helpless laugh.

“You should have proposed to me sooner, Leon.”

Leon’s chest tightened.

“...Sorry. I wanted to wait for a more meaningful day...”

“What’s more meaningful? A birthday? An anniversary? Or... this moment of life and death?”

She said it half-jokingly, but the bitterness in her voice was unmistakable.

Leon silently repeated her words to himself.

A moment of life and death, huh...

Well, it was certainly... meaningful.

“In that case... Rosvisser.”

“Hm?”

The Void creatures surged around them, their shadows casting a pall over the battlefield. There was nowhere to run.

But they didn’t intend to run anymore.

If they could survive this final attack, then good.

If not, then... this was the end.

Leon gripped Rosvisser’s wrist with one hand, raising his blade in the other.

“Will you...”

“Leon...”

The roar of the monsters echoed in their ears as the tide of insectoids surged forward, swallowing them whole.

“...marry me...?”

But just as the swarm was about to engulf them, a piercing eagle’s cry echoed through the sky.

Six massive wings blotted out the sun, diving fearlessly into the heart of the monstrous tide.