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

"Complicated?...”

Leon suddenly ran a hand through his hair, pausing for a moment as he quickly realized why Rosvisser was saying this.

"What did you see in my memory world?"

"For example—when Miss Caroline picked you up that day."

Rosvisser blinked, her voice serious. "That was the beginning of everything for you. Before that day, you had no experiences, no past. I tried to go back to the day you were born—but I found that it was impossible."

Her explanation wasn’t long, nor was it difficult to understand.

But even after hearing it, Leon remained stunned for a long time.

Slowly, he lowered his head, staring at his right hand, as if questioning himself:

"Who am I, really?"

And more than just confusion over his origins, this revelation would strike at the very core of one of his most deeply held beliefs.

Why would gods be interested in human bodies?

From the beginning, when Rosvisser raised him, to the years of love and conflict between them, to these past ten years—
Leon had always been proud of his identity as a human.

He had lived his life as one, fulfilled his role as one.

But now, to hear that he might not be human at all…

Leon’s emotions grew even more complicated.

Slowly, he lowered his hand, yet still didn’t look up at Rosvisser.

His eyes remained unfocused, staring at the floor, his mind an absolute mess.

At that moment Rosvisser reached out, gently taking his hand.

Her palms were rough with old battle scars, hardened from years of wielding a blade.

She looked down at their hands, her voice low and steady: