"As for what you just mentioned, that so-called Ultimate Terror from the beginning of chaos...", Noah slowly raised her head, staring straight into those majestic white dragon pupils, speaking word by word, firm and powerful, "No matter how strong it is, my father will always be above it."
After many days of observation, Noah had come to understand a few things about this little one who shared her name.
She was a diligent and hardworking child, not one to show emotions easily, nor someone who boasted or exaggerated.
But whenever she mentioned her father, that man called Leon Casmodeous, the child always wore a proud expression, and firmly believed that her father could do anything.
Noah didn't quite understand whether this was simply a child's admiration for her father or if that man was truly strong enough to make everyone lift their heads in awe.
She once again slowly lowered herself, resting her dragon head on her front claws, assuming a lazy lying posture similar to a humanoid while still in dragon form.
"You believe in your father that much?"
"Of course."
"But if I show you what the 'Ultimate Terror' really is, you might not think the same."
Noah frowned slightly, "I already said, no matter how strong your so-called Ultimate Terror is, my father—"
"All~ right~ let's say it's just as you claim."
The big and the small locked eyes. On the surface it seemed calm, but their internal thoughts were lively.
Noah's inner monologue: 'This kid has no concept of Ultimate Terror. Not worth arguing.'
Noah's inner monologue: 'This old thing has no concept of my Daddy. Not worth arguing.'
After a brief exchange of looks, the old ancestor returned to the earlier topic, "No matter what, I need to use your body to condense the Primordial Energy. This will benefit you too."
Noah raised an eyebrow, "How will it benefit me?"
"From my observations these days, you seem to be a very typical dragon descendant, no, even more than typical. Your desire to grow stronger surpasses that of most young dragons, even many adult dragons, doesn't it?"
Noah said nothing, which was tacit approval.
"And condensing the Primordial Energy isn't solely beneficial to me. You could also come into contact with another kind of power, a stronger, older power. Why not?"
"The price being, I'll eventually become your puppet, right?"
The old ancestor shook her head, "If the process goes smoothly, I hope to resolve the final crisis with your hands, not mine."
Noah blinked and asked, "Why? Isn't this a great opportunity to restore your reputation as the Primordial Dragon King? You could become the dragon race's hero again, tens of thousands of years later, not just someone who lives in myth and legend."
"As you said, little one, I was hailed as the dragon race's hero tens of thousands of years ago. But this era belongs to you. You should enjoy its beauty, and you should also deal with its crises. At most, I'll just do as I'm doing now, use your body to complete a few critical..."
Pausing to find the right word, the old ancestor slowly said, "...shoves in the right direction."
This time, Noah didn't immediately respond.
She lowered her eyes, staring at the water beneath her feet.
In a trance, the previously calm water surface suddenly started rippling without warning.
Ripples spread rapidly outward, even creating gentle waves.
The white giant dragon in front of her also noticed this.
"You're wavering, little one. Think about what I've said, we have plenty of time."
Noah lifted her head, looked into the dragon's pupils, and after a moment, said, "I want to leave here."
Having her little thoughts guessed by the old fortune teller, Noah saw no need to keep talking with her.
She needed some time to digest and consider what Noah (the dragon) had said.
So, she decided to leave this place and find a quieter spot to brainstorm.
"No," Just one word, the old ancestor spoke it with firm finality.
Noah froze, "Why not?"
"Because I haven't gotten any fresh air in days."
"So?"
"So I want to temporarily borrow your body to go for a walk."
"..."
"Relax, at most I can only control your body for two hours right now."
Slightly backing down, and seeing that Noah was still hesitant, the old ancestor pulled out her next move, moral coercion.
"As the dignified Silver Dragon Princess, surely you understand respect for elders and care for the young? I've been sealed for tens of thousands of years, and it's hard enough just to get a breath of air or stretch my legs. Sigh... kids these days, really—"
A giant "?" popped up on Noah's forehead.
She really couldn't take this old thing anymore.
If she had known it would be like this, she should've just let Constantine take the dragon entirely back at the ruins, then it'd be Uncle Con getting tormented instead.
"Princess I've been so stifled these days I'm heartbroken, cough cough~"
"Alright alright! Just two hours, not a minute more."
"Mm, no problem. I'm the most punctual dragon. Back in the day, I said I'd end the civil war in three days and didn't delay by a single second."
"Don't celebrate yet. If you want to use my body for a walk, you have to follow my rules. If you don't agree, I won't lend it."
"Alright, you say."
Noah raised one finger, "First, no condensing Primordial Energy. You secretly used my body for that at night recently, and I felt exhausted every morning."
She raised a second finger. "Second, don't leave the Silver Dragon Sanctuary. There's a barrier outside the sanctuary, if you touch it, my Daddy and Mommy will be here in thirty seconds to drag me back, and you'll be discovered too."
Third finger, "Lastly, when getting up, do it gently. Don't wake up Luna and Little Light."
"Can you do that?"
The old ancestor puffed out her chest, patted it with a dragon claw, and said, "Such small requests, of course I can."
"Alright. Two-hour countdown, start."
The moment Noah agreed to lend her body, the consciousness space trembled sharply.
Then, the surrounding scenery shifted, the dark golden walls faded into darkness, and the water surface beneath her feet rapidly receded, as if draining away somewhere.
Replacing this space was a dazzling white palace, noble, luxurious, radiating a sacred aura everywhere.
Looking ahead, there was a high staircase.
Atop the stairs, a majestic throne.
"This is..."
"Welcome to my consciousness space, little one. Shocked speechless?"
Noah withdrew her gaze and snorted coldly, "Meh."
"Meh? Isn't my grand, magnificent consciousness space way better than your dark sewer?"
"Who are you calling a sewer?"
"You, little one."
"I'm taking my body back."
"Mine, mine is the sewer, Your Highness the Princess."
"..."
As expected of someone who chose to inhabit the body of a young Melkvei dragon, this ability to flip moods was on par with the whole family.
The consciousness controlling the body had changed, so naturally the space they were in also shifted.
Noah could understand that much.
"To make the next two hours less boring for you, I'll graciously share sensory input with you."
"Thanks sooo much for generously sharing my own eyes, nose, and ears."
As she finished speaking, a magical projection appeared in front of Noah.
In the projection was a dim room, moonlight streaming in through the window, and two sleeping sisters beside her.
["Don't forget what I said, don't wake them,"] Noah reminded.
'Got it, got it.'
After many days, the old ancestor finally felt what it was like to have four functioning limbs again.
'So satisfying!'
She gently lifted the covers, tiptoed out of bed, walked to the entrance, put on shoes, opened the door, and stepped out quietly.
There weren't many people in the corridor, perfect for a carefree stroll.
But just as she passed the room next door, she suddenly heard familiar voices from inside.
"Where's the rope? Why is the rope gone?"
"How would I know? Mother dragon, do you really need the rope?"
"How can it be called capture play without a rope?"
"Childish!"
The sudden voices startled Noah slightly, and she quickly ducked into a corner.
But no further sounds followed.
False alarm.
"Your parents are up in the middle of the night playing... what kind of capture... play? What is that?", The relic from ten thousand years ago clearly didn't understand the tastes of modern youth.
But her host was just a five-year-old pure little girl, so pure she used to think kissing led to pregnancy.
"I don't know, but we need to get out of here quickly before they find us," Noah said.
"Okay."
A tiny figure darted down the corridor, running toward the outside world filled with fresh, free air.
———
The old one kept her word, for once, and brought Noah's body back to the sisters' room ten minutes before the two-hour deadline.
"See? I'm a dragon of my word."
"Heh... How do I know you're not just doing this to trick me?"
Noah wasn't buying it, "It's like borrowing money, you borrow 100 gold coins the first time and return them; 200 the second time, returned; then borrow 1,000, and because you have a good track record, they lend it to you, and then you run off with the 1,000."
"Outrageous! How dare you compare me to some lying scoundrel! I always keep my word and never owe a cent!"
Noah snorted and kept bickering with the old fortune teller.
Back in the sisters' room, they gently pressed down the door handle, stepped inside, and carefully closed the door.
They didn't want to wake the two sisters still sound asleep.
After closing the door, the old ancestor said, "Then I'll return control of the body to you."
"Mm."
While taking off her shoes, Noah took back control of her body.
But just as she turned around, everything suddenly went black before her eyes.
As if someone had pulled a black cloth bag over her head.
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