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

"M-Mevis-sensei, what are you doing here?"

Noa was both shocked and delighted.

It had been a long time since they last parted. Future Noa had already returned to her rightful timeline, while Mevis, under Rosvisser’s arrangement, had gone into seclusion—hiding from her family.

At the time, Mevis had used the excuse of "continuing her journey to become a complete dragon" to say ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ goodbye to the young dragon girls. But only Noa knew that wasn’t the truth.

After fifty years apart from her family, Mevis-sensei surely would’ve stayed to be with her sister and their mother.

Yet now, here she was—on the battlefield against an external invasion. Noa couldn’t help being surprised.

"The prince sent me."

Mevis crouched down just like she used to, bringing her gaze to level with Noa’s—
a habit inherited from future Noa, now naturally part of Mevis’s mannerisms.

"A few days ago, the prince came to me personally and said the Silver Dragon Clan might face an attack soon. The enemy would be strong, and he wanted all available combat forces to prepare in advance—including me."

"Dad, huh…"

No wonder he’d been so calm about leaving Rosvisser, Noa, and her sisters at home, even knowing how powerful the Void Realm enemies could be.

Turns out… he had already prepared for this.

And not only that—since he anticipated the Void would come for them directly, he had even arranged for Isha to stay behind.

The facts proved that the prince’s foresight wasn’t baseless or excessive.

They had barely been gone for two weeks before the Void Realm attacked.

"But sensei, you don’t have your Primordial Power anymore—"

Mevis smiled and reassured her. "That’s nothing to worry about, Noa."

She lowered her gaze to her right hand, flexed it into a fist, and continued,

"During the fifty years you borrowed my body, you kept training diligently. So now, even though I can’t use Primordial Power, my strength is still basically the same as when you possessed me.

A true overachiever stays an overachiever, no matter the timeline…"

Whether it was her own body or someone else’s, present or future—Mevis had always been tirelessly grinding.

And besides, she’d always been an elite warrior of the Black Moon Dragon Clan.

Even without future Noa’s cheat-like hacks, she still more than deserved to stand on this battlefield.

"Thank you for coming, sensei."

Noa paused for a moment, then asked,
"You said earlier that Dad called other people too? Who are—"

Mevis looked past Noa’s shoulder.

"They’re here."

Noa turned around—and saw, descending onto what had moments ago been an empty high-level battlefield, several massive dragons.

Overwhelming draconic pressure swept across the Silver Dragon lord’s border, sending violent gusts that whipped Noa’s hair around her face.