But not long after, in the depths of her slumbering consciousness, she seemed to arrive at a strange and tranquil space.
The surroundings were ethereal; as far as the eye could see, dark golden walls, and beneath her feet was a calm water surface.
Noah was standing on the water surface, the clear water beneath her feet rippling outward in circles centered around her, in sync with the rhythm of her breathing.
It was extremely quiet here,bso quiet that Noah could only hear her own heartbeat and the sound of dripping water echoing from the darkness.
"Is this... a dream again?"
But she had never seen such a scene in previous dreams.
And Noah knew how dreams felt.
Empty, ethereal, powerless, everything seemed close at hand, as if within reach, yet so illusory it felt as distant as the edge of the world.
But the sense of reality in this moment far exceeded that of a dream.
She walked deeper along the dark golden corridor.
But after walking for a long while, the surrounding scenery had not changed in the slightest.
This forced Noah to stop. She stood in place, closed her eyes, held her breath and focused, trying to escape this dreamlike place through sheer concentration.
Yet when she opened her eyes again, she was still standing in the same spot.
"Where... exactly is this..."
Noah murmured softly, then slowly crouched down.
She extended her hand, lightly touched the surface of the water with her fingertips, then brought it to her nose to sniff.
No smell, it should just be ordinary water.
But she had never learned any technique for standing on water, that kind of magic required very fine control over magical power and wasn't easy to use.
Just as Noah was pondering this, the previously calm water surface suddenly trembled.
She abruptly stood up, alertly scanning her surroundings.
But all around her remained dark golden walls and the darkness stretching deeper in.
Noah furrowed her brows. In that instant, she seemed to realize something.
"The tremor came from... beneath the water?"
Just as Noah reacted, the water surface suddenly broke open, and a towering torrent of water surged into the air.
Noah quickly retreated, putting some distance between herself and the disturbance. Once she stabilized her stance, her right hand gathered thunder magic.
She stared fixedly at the water curtain in front of her, patiently waiting for the other party to appear.
A few seconds later, the water flow dispersed, and the "creature" that had burst out from beneath the water revealed its figure.
Noah's eyes widened slightly, because the opponent was, the white giant dragon from her dreams.
"The Primordial Dragon King... Noah."
However, the Primordial Dragon King before her was much smaller in size than in her dreams.
Noah didn't dare to let down her guard. The Chidori in her hand continued emitting explosive bird-like chirps.
The white dragon looked down from above at the little one before her.
A moment of eye contact from high and low, and then a majestic, ethereal voice came from the dragon's mouth:
"Noah K. Melkvei, we finally meet."
Noah's heart wavered slightly; she was a bit surprised.
The legendary dragon hero was actually... a female dragon?
But what concerned Noah even more was, "You know me?"
"Having hidden in your consciousness space for half a month, of course I know you."
"My... consciousness space?"
"That's right. Look around, this tranquil and shadowy golden palace hiding countless dangers is your consciousness space."
The white dragon paused for a moment, then added, "Although I don't know what others' consciousness spaces are like, yours... truly surprised me."
'Surprised?'
Noah carefully pondered the dragon's earlier words—
'This tranquil and shadowy golden palace hiding countless dangers.'
Tranquil and shadowy, Noah could see that.
But what did 'hiding countless dangers' mean?
However, before Noah could ask, the dragon continued, "Back when I chose you in the Far North Ruins, perhaps it really was the right decision."
"You chose me at the Far North Ruins?"
That sentence did jog Noah's memory.
Now wasn't the time to chitchat with this cryptic old fortune teller. Noah hurried to ask the question she cared about most, "Why are you in my consciousness? The dreams I had the past few days, were you messing with me?"
"Watch your tone when speaking to me, little one. Do you know who stands before you? The ancestor of the dragon race, the first Dragon King in history, the hero who ended the dragon clan civil war, and—"
"And an old bastard who snuck into someone's mind without permission and keeps spouting nonsense."
"...Impudent! Don't think that just because I haven't regained my strength, I can't do anything to you. If I wanted to, I could still control your body."
Upon hearing this, Noah seemed to catch a key clue, "Control my body? Does that mean the reason I always feel exhausted upon waking is related to you?"
The white dragon snorted disdainfully, "Scared now, little brat."
"Don't call me little brat. Also, answer my question. Why are you in my head?"
"This is not your head, it's your consciousness space. Please be precise with your terminology when addressing me."
'What a grammar-obsessed old fortune teller.'
Noah spread her hands, deliberately playing the unreasonable act, "Whether it's a brain or consciousness space, it's mine. So I'll call it whatever I want."
Her Daddy had taught her some negotiation and debate techniques.
The most important rule: never let the other side lead the conversation. You must grasp the initiative and control the flow of the conversation yourself.
Even if you have to joke, mess around, or act shamelessly, don't follow their logic, or you'll only get more off track.
"You! Hmph! Very well. I won't stoop to argue with a little brat like you, it would lower my status."
"Answer the question, fortune teller," Noah pressed further, her tone already devoid of the patience from her previous two attempts.
Without a doubt, if this cryptic creature in front of her didn't answer seriously, she was going to use force.
After all, the old fortune teller had already said its power hadn't returned yet.
"Why I appeared in your consciousness space..."
The white dragon slowly lowered her head, bringing her dragon face close to Noah. The vertical pupils reflected the young yet determined face before her.
"I believe that compared to that red fire-breathing lunatic, you're more suited to be my emissary."
"Emissary?"
"Yes. I need to use your body to accomplish a great feat, you are my emissary."
"What great feat?"
"No comment."
Noah hated riddlers. Chatting with Daddy was still more straightforward.
But Noah didn't continue pursuing that question. Since the old fortune teller wasn't planning to talk, digging further would yield nothing.
So she changed direction, "Since you've been hiding in my consciousness space for so long, why show yourself now?"
"Because of your parents."
"My parents?"
"Your father is very clever, and highly alert. If I continued secretly using your body, he might have discovered it."
The dragon said slowly, "Your mother even more so, she has mastered the Primordial Energy. No matter how much energy I condense in your body, if she notices, she can draw it out from you, making all my efforts in vain."
"So instead of sneaking around, I figured it's better to meet you directly, maybe we can reach a cooperation agreement."
Noah was very aware of her parents' abilities.
And from the dragon's words, she picked up on one critical piece of information, "You were using my body to condense Primordial Energy?"
"Yes. It's a crucial step in helping me regain my body and strength."
Noah's thoughts stirred, and she sneered coldly, "Hmph. You think I'd agree to such an unfair cooperation?"
"Little brat, it is your honor to be my emissary, how dare you refuse."
"Old fortune teller, it's your honor to live in this princess's mind. Don't try to bargain with me."
"You little brat—"
'Daddy is right. Sometimes, mixing jokes and shamelessness can let you completely control a conversation.'
It really worked.
'But wait, how does Daddy know this stuff?'
'Hiss~'
'Could it be... this very reliable married man was once a cocky slacker in his youth?'
"You're not afraid I'll take over your body right now?"
"Heh."
"Why are you laughing?"
Noah crossed her arms, her demeanor calm, even slightly disdainful.
"If you could easily take my body, you'd have done it already. No need to waste time negotiating with me."
"Also, I won't feel honored just because the Primordial Dragon King resides in my consciousness space."
"This is my body, my consciousness. Only I have the final say. I'm not anyone's puppet."
"I don't care about your so-called 'great feat.' I just want you out of my head."
The King of Old froze.
After a moment, she slowly raised her dragon head, proudly looking down at the small figure below.
"It's too late, little one. We are already an inseparable whole."
"W-What..."
"Constantine stole all of my power. You stopped him at the last moment, allowing me to attach the last remnant of my soul to your consciousness space."
As she said this, the dragon changed her self-address from "this king" to "I."
"You saved me. For that, I am deeply grateful."
"But you must also understand, if the Primordial Energy falls into the hands of the wicked, then the continent of Samael will soon be engulfed in blood and chaos once more."
"Worse still... the 'Ultimate Terror' that existed since the dawn of chaos will return again."
"At that time, you, your sisters, your mother, and your father will all die by its hand."
"And the only ones who can stop it... are me and you—"
Noah stepped forward, water splashing beneath her feet, interrupting the white dragon's words.
"You're saying all this just to get me to hand over my body."
"But I still stand by what I said, my will and body are mine alone. I am not anyone's puppet."
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