Chapter 508

"So your injuries are all healed?"

"Yes, everything is ready."

Xiao Guang nodded, "That's good. As expected of my eldest sister, she fought the Dragon King three times and still managed to escape unscathed!"

"Come on, it's not that exaggerated."

Noa smiled.

As the two sisters were chatting, Leon, carrying Mu En, walked over with Losweiser.

"Daddy and Mom ~"

After confirming that his older sister was alright, Xiao Guang finally nestled into his Mom's arms.

The Queen bent down slightly, hugged her youngest daughter, and nuzzled her cheek. "Did you miss your Mom?"

Yes~

Squeak

Xiao Guang kissed Losweiser on the cheek, then looked at Leon and asked, "When did Daddy come back?"

For the past few months, Leon has been returning to the Empire to track down Lord Shadow. Losweiser gave the children the reason that he was going to participate in the Dragon Kings' secret operation.

That's why Xiaoguang asked.

She did manage to find out about the Nightmare Moon Forest through the Lezi Intelligence Network she had established, but she had no way of knowing the specific details.

Why did my father, who was participating in a secret mission, suddenly appear in the Nightmare Moon Forest?

And it just so happens that it coincides with the most dangerous moment for the eldest sister?

These are all top-secret messages that our intelligence network can't get through.

So Xiao Guang only asked the question symbolically, not expecting her mysterious father to tell her the truth.

"You just got back a short while ago. What's wrong, missing your Daddy?"

"Yes, I want to!"

"Do you miss Daddy more or Mom more?"

Father, it seems like you've been struggling with this kind of thing ever since I was in my mother's womb, right?

Xiao Guang was slightly speechless, but still gave a standard answer.

I miss my Daddy just as much as I miss my Mom!

Ugh, I'm so tired.

Having such a competitive dad is really tiring.

Fortunately, my Mom isn't that kind of person.

"I have one more kiss from Xiao Guang than you, so I win."

"So what happened?"

Xiao Guang:...

This time, I had no choice but to stay with my Aunt Ischa.

The family chatted for a while, and then it was almost time for class.

Mu En and Xiao Guang walked back to the classroom hand in hand.

Noa also needs to go to class to register and prepare for today's promotion exam.

The baby dragons on the playground gradually dispersed, leaving only the couple.

"Then you and Shirley can go and wander around for a bit. I need to get ready to sneak in."

"Okay. Don't force things if you encounter trouble, or it will cause misunderstandings."

Leon nodded and waved. "See you at the school gate at noon."

The Queen waved in response, "Yes, I'll be waiting for you."

Watching Leon's retreating figure, Losweiser's lips curled into a slight smile.

"What a silly fool."

Fools love to fool around;

She loves idiots.

That's perfectly reasonable.

The promotion assessment for the Young Dragon Department is about to begin.

Inside the vast training hall, the students had not yet entered, but dozens of black armored figures were already prepared.

"I didn't expect we'd have to use the old methods again."

In the stands, Vice Principal Wilson sighed softly, "This matter cannot be spread, otherwise it will be detrimental to the current peaceful situation between the two races."

Principal Olet smiled faintly, "No, don't worry, old friend."

Looking at the black armored figures below the stage, Vice Principal Wilson narrowed his eyes slightly and sighed.

"Many years ago, even I was intimidated by this armor. But it seems like we haven't heard from that guy in a long time."

"He probably died on some battlefield."

"How could that be? Someone that strong wouldn't die so easily."

Principal Olet shook her head and said with a smile, "Or perhaps they have already settled down, married, had children, and are living a secluded life in the countryside?"

Vice Principal Wilson agreed with this guess, saying, "That's possible."

The two principals were chatting, and the black-armored cosplayers below were also chatting.

"I really didn't expect to play this guy again. I feel a little nostalgic for it."

"Do you miss the day when he broke your dad's tail with a single Lightning Rush Strike?"

"How dare you!"

"It's been a long time since I've seen Lightning magic as powerful as his, and it's also been a long time since I've seen someone like him."

"Why so sentimental, bro? Cheer up, at least the Human-Dragon War is over."

"Oh, right. Hey, what's your assessment number this time?"

"3365. What about yours?"

"3456, a straight!"

"Tch~~"

"Hey buddy, your armor looks brand new, it's really well-maintained."

Silence.

"Oh, trying to be aloof. Don't be so cool, relax, we'll just spar with the kids for a bit and then we're done~"

"Um."

What is your number?

The aloof Jiu Jiu, clad in new armor, glanced down and replied in a low voice,

"9527".

"What an unremarkable numbering system."

9527 shrugs, indicating indifference.

"Hey hey hey! Big Brother!"

At this moment, a Dragon teacher with a slight accent walked over and tapped on 9527's breastplate.

The sound is crisp and clear; it's obviously a good nail.

The face under the 9527 helmet was a little tense, and he unconsciously took a step back.

Could it be that they've figured out something fishy...?

"Big Brother! Your armor..."

Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!

"Your armor... is no match for my majesty!"

77 9527, step forward!

Noa and Helena waited anxiously outside the practice venue.

The teacher just announced the assessment rules:

Each sparring session involves one-on-one, closed-door simulated combat against a practice partner dressed as 'black armor' within the arena, with no restrictions on the use of magic. Principal Olet and Vice Principal Wilson will observe each sparring session from the stands, and the final score will be determined by a combination of evaluations from the 'black armor' and the grade-level teachers.

Meanwhile, to ensure the fairness of the assessment, each 'Black Armor' will participate in a maximum of 1-3 assessments.

The young dragons then draw lots to select their simulated combat opponents.

Helena looked down at the numbered slip in her hand; the number was '1309'.

The number 1309 represents the 'black armor' that will be used in the simulated combat with her later.

"It's a number that starts with 1, so I must be very high up."

Helena frowned slightly, her expression revealing her tension and anxiety.

This was much more stressful than when she was in Nightmare Moon Forest.

After all, it was a two-person team back then, with Noa by her side. No matter what she did, she would have a good friend with her, and that sense of security was self-evident.

However, the re-held promotion exam adopted the old format, one-on-one battles, which inevitably made Helena nervous.

Just as she was feeling a little lost, a small hand gently covered the back of her hand, which had become cold from nervousness.

Helena paused, then glanced to the side.

Noa was smiling at her.

Helena could tell that Noa was trying hard to put a smile on her cold little face.

"Just be yourself, don't be nervous, you'll definitely pass the test."

Noa reassured her, "We can struggle for a long time against monsters like the Warhammer Dragon King, so why would we be afraid of the teachers dressed as 'black armor'?"

Helena smiled wryly, turned her palm over to face Noa's, their fingers gently intertwined, feeling the warmth of her best friend's palm.

This put her at ease.

"But when we encountered the Warhammer Dragon King the other day, I was the one who was holding you back the whole time..."

"What do you mean by dragging someone down? If you keep saying that, I'm going to get angry, you idiot Helena."

Noa never felt that Helena was the one who held her back that day.

Noa's inability to protect her friends in a life-or-death situation was due to her own inadequacy.

In the days since her brush with death, Noa has been reflecting on herself and questioning herself:

If I were stronger, could I have escaped with Helena before my Dad and the others arrived?

Juan Wang has always been like this, his standards for himself have reached an extreme level.

Besides, Helena was her best friend, so how could she possibly think that this silly Sea Dragon girl was a burden to her?

"Hmm... I understand."

Helena felt a little better. She clutched the number slip in her hand. "1309... I will definitely pass the test."

Seeing that her best friend was feeling better, Noa finally smiled with relief.

"Oh, by the way, Noa, what number did you draw?"

"I haven't seen it yet."