Tale of the Red Dragon Without Dragon's Might-Chapter 454 - 446: Little Genius

Even though he had mastered the powerful divine skill of Nine Breath Qi, making up for the last missing piece, being invincible in the world wasn’t a big deal; as for enemies from the heavens, that was a matter for later. Leon was not in a rush to realize grand ambitions.

The Talia Alliance would submit sooner or later, and the declining Empire was not a concern. However, his daughter’s childhood only occurs once; if missed, it cannot be repeated... He currently had three spouses and would certainly have more in the future, resulting in many children, but that’s a matter for later.

"My little Sharon."

"Daddy loves you."

"Let me give you a kiss."

Leon truly wanted to personally educate his daughter Sharon, but unfortunately, ideals and reality often differ. He had no idea where to start, unlike Tassera, who often flipped through parenting manuals, armed with theories that left him speechless in three main points, leaving him no choice but to hand over education to her.

Next, regardless of whether Sharon was a Nether Dragon or why she turned out like this, it was because Tassera wore the Karsus Crown every day during the dragon egg’s gestation, or after the dragon egg hatched that Tassera placed it in the Mage Tower for daily prenatal education. Regardless, her talent in spells was undeniable.

In fact, even if Sharon didn’t have such talent, Tassera still wanted to nurture her daughter into a mage like herself.

As a result, with her already astonishing talent combined with Tassera’s expert guidance, Sharon mastered most of the first-level spells before turning one and learned transformation before two, turning into a dark purple-skirted young girl, running around the Mage Tower.

"Enough already."

"She’s a dragon, not a human; wasting a little time is okay."

"What do they mean by a kind father spoiling the child? Explain that to me clearly."

"No matter, I’m taking her out to play today."

Leon often took Sharon for rides everywhere, soaring in the sky, swimming in the sea, or digging holes on the beach... Though everyone found it childish, men remain youthful in spirit until they die. He enjoyed himself immensely, insisting on demolishing the sand castle Sharon painstakingly built, causing his daughter to bare her teeth in frustration.

It was another sunny day, and Leon, as usual, took his daughter for a stroll at Watchtower Port.

"Daddy, let’s go over there and have a look," Sharon suddenly slipped away from Leon’s hand, pointing at the bustling plaza. "I want to visit the circus."

Leon naturally wouldn’t refuse his daughter, crossing his arms while following her to the circus, unexpectedly coming across a planar circus at Watchtower Port. If not for this particular circus, ordinary ones wouldn’t travel from afar to the overseas Watchtower Port unless invited.

Ordinary visitors wouldn’t notice anything strange, but it didn’t prevent Leon from immediately spotting that the boss running the planar circus was a Rakshasa disguised as a mortal, albeit with clearly lesser strength than the Rakshasa managing Hell Bliss City in the Wandering Mall at Aphnas.

Rakshasas originated in the Nine Layers of Hell long ago when powerful devils created a dark ritual to release their essence from their Evil Demon bodies and escape the binding of the Lower Plane, classifying as a type of devil.

No matter if they were devils or demons, Watchtower Port always had many cultists lurking around, and as long as they obediently followed Watchtower Port’s rules, Leon couldn’t care less. Otherwise, their heads would roll, declaring all great devils, demon lords, and Evil Gods behind them as unwelcome.

"That’s an Imp, right?" Sharon pointed at the red-skinned humanoid creatures flying around the circus, eyes gleaming with curiosity. She had inherited practical knowledge from her parents, especially from Tassera, allowing her to easily recognize those bizarre creatures.

"Correct." Leon followed his daughter’s gaze, noticing a chubby humanoid figure formed from molten lava encased in a black shell, grinning maliciously. "That’s a Fire Child."

"I know. I also know Fire Child is the physical form of a Fire Elemental Essence constrained by magic, appearing on the Material Plane only when summoned." Sharon hopped cheerfully, pointing at the humanoid frog holding a lute by the roadside. "Boling Frog, Half-Sheepman, Delor Dwarf, Flash Dog, Shark Lizard..."

She listed them like treasures, with her eyes glowing a notch brighter with each name she spoke.

"Amazing, my daughter’s amazing." Leon smiled, rubbing Sharon’s head gently, affectionately mussing up her soft hair, his eyes full of adoration.

"I want popcorn." Sharon tilted her little face up.

Red Dragons love meat, Blue Dragons favor meat too, and as a mixed-blood of Red and Blue Dragons, she prefers meat as well. But unexpectedly, she was open to other foods—Leon often suspected whether his daughter was influenced by his human soul from the Otherworld. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

Indeed, in such a time of swords and magic, genetic inheritance is clearly not the only factor.

"Then you can’t have ice cream after popcorn." Leon looked around, spotting a snack stall in the corner.

"If you won’t buy it for me, I’ll buy it myself." Sharon fished out a gold coin from her pocket. "I have money."

"You guys have it so good these days," Leon mused nostalgically like all adults. "Back in my day, before turning one, I was exiled by your grandmother, and throughout my childhood, I never even touched a gold coin..."

Leon bought popcorn for Sharon, holding the little girl’s hand as they headed towards the merry-go-round... Its power source wasn’t magic but a sweating giant.

The line for the merry-go-round was long, and Sharon, holding a popcorn bucket, took a glance, furrowing her brow and complaining, "Daddy, the tax you collect is still too low. Raise it, and they won’t have money to come and play."

"It’s already quite a lot, can’t go any higher," Leon replied casually. "If taxes are too high, people will struggle to make ends meet despite working hard all year, unable to have money for consumption, not giving birth; it’s bad for us without any benefits."

"Why?" Sharon blinked curiously at Leon.

Leon squatted down, lifting his daughter up. After thinking for a moment, he answered, "Consumption is the starting point of economic circulation. When common people have money to spend, merchants can sell goods, enterprises can profit, and more people can find jobs. As income rises, consumption further increases, forming a positive cycle, allowing us to collect more taxes."

"Conversely, if people don’t have money to spend, merchants can’t sell their products, enterprises will halt production..." Leon paused, "In a vicious cycle, we’ll also collect no taxes."

Ultimately, Sharon was still less than two years old, limited despite her intelligence, not understanding anything Leon explained, just nodding thoughtfully.

"You don’t need to think too much right now," Leon said. "It’s not your time to rule this nation yet."

Leon had little interest in ruling; he pursued a life driven by interest, intending to relinquish the nation he arduously established one day, but not now.

Hearing Leon’s words, Sharon wrinkled her little nose.

Leon had a sudden thought; Tassera was a Storage Dragon, preferring to nest in the Mage Tower over managing a country, unlike his daughter... having one’s own child work for the family wouldn’t be considered child labor, right?

Sharon noticed Leon’s gaze, feeling an inexplicable worry, and asked, "Daddy, what’s wrong?"

"Nothing." Leon laughed heartily; he wasn’t that unreliable.

And so, happy days flew by quickly, turning into several years in a blink of an eye.

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