Noah stared at the couple in front of him, who were perfect in both appearance and aura, the epitome of a young ideal couple. They exchanged glances, big eyes looking at small eyes, speechless.
Of course, Noah, who hadn’t used the Transformation Technique, had the big eyes, while the couple had the small eyes. An indescribable atmosphere enveloped this family of three.
The main reason was disbelief on one side, leading to a lack of confidence and uncertainty on how to begin the conversation, while the other side was at a loss for words.
From Noah’s perspective, his Dragon Father and Dragon Mother were too ordinary, nothing noteworthy, completely failing to surprise him because they didn’t exceed his expectations.
Whether it was their revealed Golden Dragon forms or their humanoid forms now, nothing went beyond Noah’s expectations.
Very typical Golden Dragons!
Not to mention anything else, the humanoid form that his tasteless Golden Dragon parents transformed into was that of a High Elf, or more precisely, a Sun Elf.
With brilliant golden hair, slender pointed ears, facial features so perfect they seemed unreal, the male was tall and slender, with a handsome, gentlemanly grace, while the female was serene and delicate, exuding a dignified and majestic beauty.
Although anyone in the human world would be moved by such appearances, in Noah’s eyes, there was nothing to be praised. What dragon doesn’t look when transformed into a human? It’s so unoriginal!
Mundane! Superficial!
Noah muttered in his mind, feeling his last bit of expectation and fantasy about his parents completely shattered. His gaze changed along with his thoughts, and it was in this mood that Noah heard his Dragon Father speak,
"Are you really my son?"
It was evident that this tall, handsome, sunlit man, who could easily stir a young maiden’s heart and make mature women swoon, found it incredibly hard to believe, asking this kind of question.
Noah’s eyes widened in disbelief, shock clearly written on his face. This sentence completely exceeded his expectations. He never imagined that after over twenty years of absence, the first thing his father would say upon returning was such a puzzled question.
"What nonsense are you asking!"
The man’s words not only stunned Noah but also shocked the woman beside him. She raised her foot and kicked him in the shin,
"This is our son. Can’t you feel the bloodline resonance?"
Orsya still felt unsatisfied, giving her partner a slap, then turned to Noah with a model motherly smile,
"Noah, don’t listen to his nonsense. During the last battle, he got hit on the head by a Balrog Demon, and it’s still a jumble in there, not fully recovered."
"You’re the one talking nonsense to the child. Yes, I was hit by a Balrog Demon, but not on the head, and afterward, I smashed that Balrog Demon’s head to bits, okay? My head isn’t mashed; my thoughts are very clear now."
Angelis reacted quite vigorously, unable to accept his partner tarnishing his radiant image in front of their child.
"Several Judgement Archangels saw it. Why don’t you admit it? It was just being hit on the head by a Balrog Demon, not a shameful thing."
"It didn’t happen. Why should I admit to it? How could that lowly, dumb Balrog Demon wound my head?"
Angelis argued fiercely with his wife, while Noah remained silent on the side.
"Angelis, I may not know if you were hit on the head by a Balrog Demon, but you truly seem unusually muddled now. Such a big son in front of you, and you don’t even plan on acknowledging him."
Selena manifested herself. Even in front of Golden Dragons, the Mage’s stature, aura, and emitted magic power did not fall behind at all.
Noah watched as his mother brightened upon seeing his adoptive mother, her smile becoming more genuine, showing a hint of girlishness.
The two women, appearing to be of similar age, embraced each other, their smiles joyful and warm, indeed two close friends reunited after a long separation.
"It’s not that I don’t recognize him, but how do you explain those wings?"
Seeing the female mage embrace his wife, Angelis looked helpless, pointing at the beautiful Dragon Wings on Noah’s back, questioning.
"Bloodline Ancestor, you fool! So what if he grows wings different from yours? Wait until he grows Dragon Horns like the Dragon King’s one day, then you can gawk stupidly in awe."
Selena scolded without restraint.
At this moment, Noah just wanted to cover his face, couldn’t bear to watch anymore. Although from this series of actions, it was clear that his adoptive mother had a very close relationship with his parents. Even an ordinary Mage, though acknowledged by a Golden Dragon, wouldn’t dare to act so wantonly.
"I know it’s Ancestor Return, but how did it turn out ? In my lineage, none of the ancestors I remember had Dragon Wings ."
At this point, Noah finally understood. Was his biological father picking on him because he thought his new wings were off? So he didn’t want to acknowledge him?