"You're not coming over?"
When Selena contacted the Golden Dragon again and heard his unequivocal refusal to join the excitement, she was somewhat surprised and asked.
"I don't have time right now."
Noah showed his foster mother Selena his offspring, which was the large white ball still radiating brilliant holy light.
"Isn't Gwen helping you guard?"
"I still don't feel reassured."
"...Who would dare attack your palace?"
Selena was silent for a while, then couldn't help but retort.
Even she found it difficult to determine how many Legends resided in Noah's territory. Some of the old fellows even made her feel extremely apprehensive, unclear about their origins, unwilling to provoke them.
"Just in case."
Noah's tone was unusually sincere,
"I only have this one child, perhaps the only one I'll have in this lifetime. I have to be careful, I don't want any accidents."
"I really can't stand you. What could possibly go wrong?"
