After days of observing this little girl who shared her name, Noah had come 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 accomplish 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 to command such respect.

She lowered herself slowly, resting her dragon head on her forepaws, assuming a relaxed, almost …