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

What Old Constantine referred to as "mooching off a meal" was actually the victory celebration banquet hosted by the Silver Dragon Clan.

He, along with Odin and the other Dragon Kings, had been invited by General Leon to assist in the battle, so it was quite necessary for them to make an appearance at the celebration.

Firstly, it showed respect for General Leon; secondly, it allowed them to gain favor with the Silver Dragons in front of their own ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ people. This way, should they need the Silver Dragons' help in the future, they would be more inclined to offer their full support.

After all, with the destruction of the major troublemaker that had caused so much turmoil, the internal conflicts within the Dragon Clan had lessened significantly. It was only natural for every strong tribe to want to forge closer relationships with others.

At the banquet, General Leon, holding a glass of orange juice, appeared somewhat out of place among the other Dragon Kings.

“Aren’t you going to drink something to celebrate, Prince? Come on, what's with you?”

“Morgan couldn’t help but comment.”

General Leon chuckled twice. “I don’t drink much. One glass is plenty.”

“One glass is plenty? Prince, you’re exaggerating a bit,” Morgan teased.

“However, I really shouldn’t drink too much tonight,” Leon added.

As for the reason...

He glanced at Rosvisser, who was chatting with Isha, Vida, and Cecily not far away.

If he drank too much, the “homework” he had to deal with later would be much harder to complete.

Though the homework wasn’t a big deal for him, he was worried that Rosvisser would be upset.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Leon thought to himself.

Noticing Leon’s gaze, Morgan spoke up, “Prince, you don’t have to stay here with us the whole time. We’ll be leaving soon, go spend time with your family.”