Shut Up, Malevolent Dragon! I Don't Want to Have Any More Children With You-Chapter 83Vol 4. : Are You Out of Your Mind?!

The best friend date was set within the Silver Dragon Clan’s territory.

Although the word "clan" might conjure images of ancient, traditional tribes, the reality of the Silver Dragon Clan was quite the opposite—everyone lived comfortably, with a high standard of living.

Thanks to their small population and ample resources, the Silver Dragons thrived in a society that could easily be called "prosperous."

Their residential and recreational areas offered nearly everything one could need. For broader horizons or more varied entertainment, one might visit Sky City, but Noa and Helena didn’t feel the need to go that far.

A simple stroll through the clan grounds was enough for them, with Helena getting a glimpse of the Silver Dragons’ unique culture and lifestyle.

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“Alright, they’re on the move. Let’s go, Aurora! Gogogo!”

Thus, the Dragonette Special Ops Team sprang into action!

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The first stop on Noa and Helena’s date was the clan square to feed pigeons.

The weather was perfect, with warm sunlight and a gentle breeze. The square was bustling with activity—some were exercising, while others simply passed the time.

At a grain stall, the vendor, upon recognizing the eldest princess, naturally offered the feed for free.

But Noa insisted on paying the full price.

With their feed bag secured, the two friends headed to the square’s center, where a flock of pigeons eagerly awaited their breakfast.

“These pigeons won’t peck your hand, right?” Helena asked nervously.

“No, they won’t.”

Noa crouched down, pouring a bit of grain into her palm before extending it toward the birds. They swarmed her hand eagerly, but even in their haste, they didn’t hurt her soft palm.

“The pigeons here are very gentle,” Noa explained softly.

“Have you never fed pigeons before, Helena?”

Helena shook her head, then mimicked Noa’s posture, tentatively stretching [N O V E L I G H T] out her hand.

“I’ve never raised pigeons before,” Helena admitted, pausing briefly before adding, “but I do feed doves often.”

“Doves?”

Noa blinked in curiosity. She knew of doves—her father had occasionally mentioned them in passing during conversations with her mother.

Though Noa didn’t understand the significance, her curiosity had led her to research the species in the library.

Doves were an ancient domesticated bird species raised by various races, though not by dragons.

But why did Helena often feed doves?

Helena reached into her satchel, pulling out a small, dove-shaped pouch.

“See? Isn’t it cute?”

Noa smiled, lightly tugging on the pouch’s zipper—designed like a tiny dove’s tail. “Was this made by Claudia?”

Helena shook her head. “No, my aunt made it for me.”

“Aunt? You never mentioned you had an aunt.” ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Helena hesitated, glancing around before pointing to another corner of the square.

“Let’s go feed those pigeons over there!”

“Okay.”

She deftly changed the subject. Her mother had told her not to bring up her aunt in public.

The two walked to another section of the square, hand in hand, their figures merging like shadows.

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Meanwhile, a pigeon, mistaking Moon for someone with food, approached expectantly.

Crouching down, Moon hugged one knee and slowly extended a hand toward the bird.

The pigeon chirped excitedly, expecting a delicious breakfast—only to squawk in surprise as Moon pinched its beak.

“Spit out the grain Helena fed you!”

The pigeon blinked in confusion. **What? Are you crazy?!**

“Second Sister, why are you picking a fight with a pigeon? Hurry up and follow Helena before they disappear!”

Reluctantly, Moon released the pigeon, tossing it a handful of high-quality grain as compensation. “Silver Dragon pigeons can only eat food provided by Silver Dragons, understand?”

The pigeon: *What is wrong with you?!*

“Coo-coo...”

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The next stop on the best friend date was an ice cream stand.

“I’ll have an orange-flavored one. What about you, Helena?”

“I’ll have orange too.”

“Alright.”

The vendor handed them two orange ice creams. Once again, he refused payment, but Noa insisted on paying the full price.

Walking away from the stand, Noa grumbled softly, “I should’ve worn a shirt that says, ‘I’m a princess.’”

Helena giggled, licking her ice cream. “This is delicious.”

“Right? Orange flavor is the best.”

“I never used to like fruity ice creams, but this is surprisingly good. Do you really love oranges, Noa?”

Noa thought for a moment before replying, “Sort of. I didn’t care for them much before, but my dad used to buy orange-flavored treats for my mom all the time. One day, I tried some and realized they’re actually delicious.”

“Oh? It seems your family’s taste preferences run deep!” Helena teased.

Noa chuckled. “Come on, let’s check out the fountain.”

“Sure.”

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Once Noa and Helena left, Moon and Aurora approached the ice cream stand.

“Ten orange ice creams, please!” Moon declared.

“Calm down, Second Sister!” Aurora intervened. “Do you remember last time? You ate three ice creams in one go and had diarrhea all day!”

“Today is different, Aurora.” Moon’s expression grew solemn.

Aurora scratched her head, puzzled. “What’s different?”

“Before, I ate them out of greed. Today, I eat them out of vengeance. Ten ice creams won’t defeat me!”

“Are you sure you can eat all that? It’s *ten* ice creams.”

“Don’t underestimate me. Ten ice creams are nothing—”

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Five minutes later.

“Aurora, help me. I can’t finish these.”

Aurora sighed, staring at the three remaining ice creams in Moon’s hands.

“I thought three was your limit, but you managed seven. What’s your secret?”

“Helena could only share one ice cream with Big Sister, but I shared seven! My love for Big Sister is seven times greater than Helena’s!”

“We’ve produced a math prodigy in the Silver Dragon Clan!” Aurora quipped.

“Now you eat the rest, Aurora. Show your love for Big Sister!”

Aurora shook her head vigorously. “My love for Big Sister is evident as the sun and moon. I don’t need ice cream to prove it.”

“So what do we do?”

Aurora pondered briefly before an idea struck.

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Moments later, the pigeon from earlier prepared to return to its nest for a nap. Just as it flapped its wings, it was grabbed by the two dragonettes, who loomed over it with menacing grins (from the pigeon’s perspective).

They held out the remaining three ice creams, their intentions clear.

The pigeon: *I just wanted some food! Spare me!*