Chapter 436

"Unfortunately, your host, that is, me, is a viviparous dragon."

The White Dragon lay quietly on the water's surface, its enormous eyes reflecting Noa's small figure. After listening to her explanation, the ancestor replied leisurely,

"I don't see any indication that you, a viviparous dragon, are 'less powerful than those born from cocoons.' With your skill level, you could easily take on three cocoon-born dragons."

Having spent so long in Noa's consciousness space, the ancestor had gained a thorough understanding of his host.

This young girl, who possesses both talent and hard work, is not only unrivaled among her peers, but also stands out among younger generations.

"Level does not represent the degree of physical development."

Noa shrugged. "I can't possibly have a body like Daddy's or Mom's overnight, like you say."

The ancestor naturally understood this principle. She sighed softly and spoke slowly.

"Since you've given me a lesson in biology, I'll give you a lesson in history too."

Noa nodded with a cold expression, then sat cross-legged on the water and listened attentively.

"In fact, at the very beginning, the Dragon Race did not have the concept of 'cocoon birth'; all young dragons were born naturally from their mothers."

"But later, with the outbreak of the Dragon civil war, the conflict intensified. The various tribes did not have enough troops, so they could only send some young Dragon Race to the battlefield."

"But gradually, they realized that this was still not enough. Most of the young dragons were just cannon fodder on the battlefield and had no impact on the overall situation."

"Thus... a method of gestation that directly inherits the mother's power was developed. Dragons gestated in this way grow very quickly and have a strong learning ability."

"And it doesn't require conventional reproduction methods; even a dragon can accomplish it."

"This method of gestation is what you modern Dragon Race call... 'cocoon birth'."

Noa listened quietly.

Although her little face remained expressionless, a slight ripple stirred within her heart.

It turns out that in the distant past, all Dragon Race were conceived by both parents.

But was 'Cocoon' developed in order to gain an advantage in the civil war...?

In fact, the conflict regarding viviparity and cocoon birth had already occurred to Noa.

When she first enrolled at the Saint Hiss Academy, she almost faced bullying because of her status as a dragon born from a womb.

Fortunately, the Dragon Queen in the Melkwy family are all good at taking on three at once. Noa taught those three guys a lesson and became the anti-bullying ambassador for the Young Dragon Department.

Noa's ability to survive the bullying of live-born dragons by cocooned ones does not mean that other live-born dragons can do the same.

It's no longer important when this conflict started; what's important is that it has indeed affected many generations of Dragon Race.

The identity conflict established from childhood will accompany a dragon throughout its life, and even a hundred years later, it will still be impossible to let go of.

"Later I ended the Dragon Race's civil war, but the method of 'cocooning' has been passed down."

The old ancestor continued speaking...

"Because Dragon Race really like this kind of inheritance method that doesn't require too much complicated growth process to gain powerful strength."

"Noa".

The King of Scrolls looked up at the giant dragon before him. "What?"

"If you could choose how you were born, would you choose to be born from a cocoon or from a live birth?"

Noa blinked, thought for a moment, and replied,

"Viviparous."

Upon hearing this, the ancestor's eyes lit up, and he even seemed somewhat excited. "Why? Dragons born from cocoons have more advantages than those born from the womb from the moment they are born. Isn't your hard work to become stronger precisely for the pursuit of power?"

Noa lowered her head, looked at her right hand, and said softly.

"I like that process of accumulating little by little, because it allows me to intuitively feel myself slowly getting stronger."

"Instead of inheriting power directly from my Mom. If that were the case, I would just feel like something very important is missing from my life."

Hearing the brat's answer, Noah felt that he shouldn't use "curly" to describe her.

She strives to become stronger not only to gain greater power and her parents' approval, but also because she wants to make her life more fulfilling and exciting.

It's truly rare to see a five-year-old child with such awareness, the old ancestor thought with a slight sigh.

"And you?" Noa suddenly asked.

"What?"

"If you had to choose, would you choose to be born viviparously or born from a cocoon?"

This time, the ancestor did not answer immediately. She simply stared at Noa silently for a while, then her gaze gradually shifted downwards to the calm surface of the water.

She seemed to be reminiscing about the past, so Noa didn't urge her.

After a long silence, the ancestor finally spoke.

"I wouldn't choose cocoon birth or viviparous birth."

Noa raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"Because... my birth was a mistake."

In the Sanctuary Hall, Losweiser was handling her work for the day.

Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a small figure peeking at her furtively from behind a pillar in the hall.

The Queen glanced at it, then smiled faintly, pretending not to see it, and continued working at her desk.

Noa quickly pulled her head back behind the cylinder.

"What exactly do you want from me to find my Mom?"

"I've already said that your body is too slow to gather Primal Power right now, and your mother is just the one who can help us solve this problem."

"What do you mean? Are you going to confront my mom? Then my parents will do anything to drag you out of my head."

"No, no, no, I mean, the pendant she's wearing can help us."

Upon hearing this, Noa cautiously peeked out again to look at her Mom on the throne.

Because of her posture while hunched over her desk, the milky-white pendant on her chest was suspended in mid-air.

Noa remembered that her Mom said the pendant was a belated wedding gift from Veronica 'great-grandmother.

Although the material is very rare, as far as Noa knows, that thing should have nothing to do with the Primal Power, right?

"No, that was a wedding gift from my great-grandmother to my Mom. Don't even think about taking it."

Noa immediately refused, then paused and asked again,

"And how can you be so sure that pendant can help you accumulate Primal Power?"

"I can sense it."

The ancestor said, "That pendant is made of Primal Crystal. Although I don't know where your mother got it, the most important thing right now is to get it to help us increase the speed at which we accumulate Primal Power."

"No, no! I already said it was my Mom's wedding gift, it's very important to her."

Noa will not back down on this point.

My Mom valued her marriage to my Dad very much, so naturally she also valued wedding gifts.

To speed up the old man, they wanted to take his Mom's pendant, which Noa naturally wouldn't agree to.

"Ugh, you stubborn brat, I just can't do anything with you!"

"Whispering sound."

Noa hummed softly and peeked out again, trying to see if her Mom hadn't noticed her, so she could take the opportunity to slip away.

However, when she looked at the throne, her Mom was no longer there.

Noa was taken aback. "It's not nap time yet, where's Mom— "

"Noa".

"Ah!--"

A cool and gentle female voice suddenly rang out from behind, almost scaring the old ancestor out of Noa's mind.

Noa was so frightened that she wagged her little tail, still shaken.

"Mom... when did you get here...?"

"I heard some noise over here, so I came to check it out."

Losweiser smiled, leaned forward slightly, and looked at Noa's face with doting eyes, asking her, "What are you doing here?"

Noa leaned back slightly, her eyes fixed on the pendant on her Mom's chest.

The pendant shimmered and sparkled in the sunlight, crystal clear.

"I'm... um... I'm—"

"They're waiting for us!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a tuft of pink hair entered the center of the mother and daughter's line of sight.

Immediately afterwards, Mu En took Noa's left arm, and Xiao Guang took Noa's right arm, then looked at Losweiser.

"Mom, my eldest sister was waiting for my second sister and me, right, eldest sister?"

Noa blinked blankly, but Xiao Guang frantically gave her signals, and Noa immediately understood.

"Oh right, I'm waiting for Xiaoguang. We made plans to play in the backyard together."

Mu En scratched her head. "Huh? Did we have this agreement—"

Yes! Of course!

Xiao Guang quickly interrupted his adorable second sister, and pulled the two of them towards the back door.

"Mom, you go ahead with your work, we're going to play!"

Losweiser hesitated, then finally waved her hand and gave a few words of advice.

"Be safe."

"Okay, Mom!"

The daughters ran playfully towards the backyard, their voices fading into the distance.

Losweiser scratched her forehead.

"Something feels off about Noa..."

8 Oh no, we don't have enough relatives!

On the grass of the training ground, the Dragon girl sat on the ground.

Noa and Xiaoguang stared at each other silently, the air seemingly filled with a serious atmosphere that didn't belong between children.

Mu En looked at her older sister, then at her younger sister, blinked, shook the ahoge (cowlick) on her head, and asked seriously,

"Is the game we're going to play today called 'Open Your Eyes, Don't Speak'?"

Xiao Guang raised his hand, interrupting his second sister's question, while his eyes remained fixed on his eldest sister.

"I just saved you," the Little Pink Hair said, emphasizing each word.

"What do you mean, Xiaoguang?"

"I wasn't talking to my older sister; I was talking to the ghost hiding inside her body."

"Ah~ It's ghosts again? Xiao Guang, you've been talking about catching ghosts in your sleep lately." Mu En lay down on the grass like a coward, her little tail spread out beneath her.

She now has some PTSD about the word 'ghost'. Xiao Guang always excitedly drags her to catch ghosts, but without exception, they always end up coming up empty-handed.

After a while, Mu En seriously suspected that his little sister was so bored at home during the summer vacation that she couldn't find anything fun to do and drove herself crazy.

Noa covered her face helplessly. "There are no ghosts, Xiaoguang. You've been catching ghosts for a whole month. If you keep doing that, summer vacation will be over. Why don't we use the remaining time to play more games or practice some of the magic we'll be learning next semester?"

It's not scary that your own little sister is a funny person;

What's scary is that this guy is both clever and stubborn.

The Little Pink Hair only believes what she sees, hears, and analyzes. No matter what others say, unless she provides conclusive evidence, she won't change Hikaru's mind.