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

The dwarves presented Leon with several possible methods to repair Thundercloud Blade.

After considering his options, Leon made his choice.

Chieftain Yaki then personally led the top divination craftsmen of the dwarves and traveled several kilometers with Leon to a distant snowy mountain.

The damage Thundercloud Blade had sustained was so severe that even the best tools within the tribe were not sufficient for the repairs.

However, hidden deep within the mountain, there lay a set of legendary forging tools—passed down through generations of silver dwarven ancestors—the only instruments capable of restoring Thundercloud Blade.

The problem was that the snow mountain’s conditions were extremely harsh—food, shelter, and warmth were all difficult to maintain.

Building temporary housing would waste time, so Leon chose not to bring Rosvisser along.

Besides, Aju had to stay behind—the dwarves had already begun preparations to build a shrine and statue in its honor.

With Rosvisser staying behind, she could also supervise the process, ensuring that no one with ill intentions attempted anything suspicious toward Aju.

Before departing, Chieftain Yaki specifically assigned two dwarven attendants to personally assist Rosvisser.

The only issue… was the huge difference in size between them and her.

In her sanctuary, Rosvisser was accustomed to being surrounded by women who were roughly her height. Conversations were easy, interactions were natural.

But here, every time she wanted to speak to the dwarven attendants, she had to look up—way up.

It wasn’t that she expected servants to bow and kneel before her—she was a queen, not a pampered princess.

But having to constantly tilt her head back was starting to make her neck sore.

And that was just one of many inconveniences.@@novelbin@@

Everything in the dwarven settlement was designed for much larger beings—

The kitchenware, the furniture, even the houses themselves all made Rosvisser feel as if she had shrunk.

Yet the dwarves did not question her presence.

Once they realized that the Sacred Beast’s envoy was struggling to adapt, some even offered a solution.

“Lady Envoy! You’re not a dwarf, right? So why don’t you just transform into a dragon?”