After days of observing this little girl who shared her name, Noah hade to understand a bit about her.


    She was diligent, hardworking, not prone to showing her emotions, and never boasted or exaggerated. Yet, every time she mentioned her father, that man named Leon Cosmod, her face lit up with pride, firmly believing he could aplish anything.


    Noah couldn’t quite understand if this was merely a child’s admiration for her father or if the man truly was exceptional enough tomand such respect.


    She lowered herself slowly, resting her dragon head on her forepaws, assuming a rxed, almost human-like posture.


    “You really believe in your father that much?”


    “Of course.”


    “But if I showed you what ‘Ultimate Terror’ truly is, I doubt you’d still think that.”


    Noa frowned slightly. “I’ve already told you, no matter how powerful this ‘Ultimate Terror’ is, my father—”


    “Alright, alright. Let’s just go with what you said.”


    They locked eyes—a small girl and a massive dragon—both calm on the outside but brimming with hidden thoughts.


    Noah''s thoughts: This child has no concept of the Ultimate Terror; I’ll let it go.


    Noa''s thoughts: This old spirit has no concept of my dad Leon; I’ll let it go.@@novelbin@@


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