"Noah, where did you find this human cub? It looks so green and tender, is this an activity to add fun for us?"
A woman with a stunning and tall figure, even taller than Noah in his Dragon-man form, walked over, naturally hooking the boy’s arm, her tone intimate and amiable.
Standing next to Noah, facing the crisscrossed Dragon Power, Gwen with a proud demeanor like a princess, widened her eyes, watching the woman hooking Noah’s arm, her gaze gradually becoming dazed.
"This is my eldest daughter’s classmate, not a toy for you to find amusement with. Please restrain yourselves a bit, don’t play them to the point of breaking."
Noah advised with slight unease.
For the genius from the Caster’s Holy Land, the Gold and Silver Dragons might not care at all and might not even bother with them, but to the extremely ill-tempered Red Copper and Brass Dragons, this was simply a toy delivered to their door.
Although the banquet had just started for a short while, Noah noticed that several tag-alongs returning with Little Gwen already showed signs of collapse.
"Your daughter? Don’t you not even have a partner? Where did you get a daughter from?"
"I was raised by Dragon Dad since I was little, of course, I’m a daughter!"
Coming to her senses, Gwendolin unyieldingly hugged the other side of Noah’s arm, side-eyeing the woman who was a head taller than her.
Although from the aura exuding from the other, it could also be judged that the other was undoubtedly from the Dragon Species, but precisely because of this, it made the girl more vigilant, with an unprecedented strong sense of crisis in her heart.
"Raised daughter, huh? I thought..."
Gwendolin knew she shouldn’t lose composure , but she found it difficult to control her emotions.
"Thought your Dragon Dad was unfaithful."
Agnes looked at the clawing-and-snapping girl in front, only finding her cute and said with a chuckle.
"What nonsense are you spouting?"
Noah exasperatedly withdrew his arm from Agnes’s embrace.
He naturally sensed something was off, but he had been mentally prepared for this kind of thing. After all, his foster mother had told him, some troubles he couldn’t avoid, couldn’t shake off, must be faced,
"Ah, sorry, Mr. President, I forgot, your purity should still be intact now!"
The female dragon apologized while re-hooking Noah’s arm, completely unbothered by the fact that Noah had just shaken her off.
"What about your purity? Is it still intact?"
Seeing the female dragon that her Dragon Dad couldn’t even shake off, Little Gwen felt like she was about to explode, and angrily questioned.
"Of course, it is, I’m just waiting for your Dragon Dad to take it."
In her human form, Agnes, standing at a height of 1.9 meters, gazed boldly with fervent eyes, her golden eyes shone brilliantly, her well-defined features had a sculptural beauty, her chiseled aura was extremely sharp, merely her presence suppressed the clawing-and-snapping Little Gwen like a tiny chick, unable to lift her head.
"Honestly, I also want to have a cute daughter like you, I wonder if you can grant my wish, can I call me Dragon Mother?"
Gwendolin gritted her teeth as she responded, wanting to loudly curse this woman before her, but seeing the relationship between her and Noah, it was obviously not simple, so she held back to the greatest extent.
"Heard that, Agnes? Noah’s daughter’s calling you wishful thinking."
Upon hearing this mocking voice, Gwendolin looked over, but not feeling any relief, she hugged the arm in her embrace even tighter.
The enemy of my enemy is not a friend in every situation.
The girl vigilantly observed the woman with a noble and cold temperament like ice and snow, her courtly dress revealing those long, straight legs that left a strong impression on the girl.
"Good evening, Miss Gwen! You can call me Anna, I am your Dragon Dad’s most relied-upon assistant and the dragon who has helped him the most."
"Good evening, Miss Anna."
Gwen’s vigilance did not change at all due to the other’s friendly greeting because she keenly noticed the other’s cold silver eyes sweeping over her Dragon Dad, almost like a volcano about to erupt, hot and surging.
"Such a way of addressing ’Miss,’ is slightly too young for me, not matching my age, but calling me ’Aunt’ makes me seem too old.
I think our appearances seem quite similar, our temperaments match well, I think I’m suitable to be your godmother. How about calling me Dragon Mother?"
Having a noble and elegant Silver Dragon as your godmother is a grace that many great Nobles cannot wish for.
But faced with such temptation, Gwendolin’s face completely cooled down, her premonition was indeed not wrong, so she refused without hesitation,
"Please allow me to decline, Miss Anna, I have an excellent mother, and do not need an additional godmother."
"But you also have your own father, yet you have a Dragon Dad, don’t you think you need a Dragon Mother as well?"
"Dragon Mother, that title sounds quite nice, may I have a chance to compete for it?"