After listening to the old ancestor's words, Noah pondered for a moment and asked, "The prophecy mentioned that the one who wields thunder will save the world?"
"Yes. Later generations referred to them as the 'Child of Thunder' as a convenient alias."
"Then has this Child of Thunder appeared?"
"Up until I performed my self-sealing, the Child of Thunder mentioned in the prophecy had not appeared."
The old ancestor still maintained the 'little cat with tucked paws' pose, lying curled up in front of Noah. In the inverted dragon pupils, the little brat's figure was reflected, "Of course, the end of the world hasn't come either. According to the priest, the Child of Thunder should appear at the same moment as the catastrophe."
"Only at the moment when the 'Fear of All Things' descends can they truly become the Child of Thunder in the prophecy."
Noah thoughtfully nodded, then asked again, "Just now you said that even you had to refer to this prophecy what does that... mean?"
"It means that back when we were in my ruins, I chose to have my soul dwell inside your body. Besides the reason that Constantine is a mad dragon unfit to be a host, there's also... your lightning magic really did shine before my eyes."
All this time, the old ancestor rarely praised Noah. Of course, Noah wasn't the kind of kid who expected compliments for every little thing she did. She didn't care whether the old ancestor praised her or not.
But this line, "your lightning magic really did shine before my eyes," was truly spoken from the heart.
"At only five years old, you could use such powerful lightning magic, and even used it to defeat the Gigantic Guardian of the ruins. Truly remarkable."
The old ancestor spoke slowly, "So I think, you little brat might be the Child of Thunder in the prophecy."
Noah froze, blinking her eyes.
Though a ripple stirred in her heart, she wasn't someone who really believed in fate, coincidences, or things like that.
She waved her arms, "If that's really the case, then your mission to save the world would be way too easy, right?"
After a pause, Noah added, "And you also just said, only when the doomsday truly arrives will the Child of Thunder from the prophecy appear."
"Sigh, that's all uncertain stuff. I also said, prophecies can only be taken as reference."
"Oh, when you put it that way, it does make some sense."
"So, little brat, want to become the savior Child of Thunder? I can help you, just hand over your body to me~"
"If you were a creepy old man, I would've already told my Daddy what you just said."
Noah replied coldly, "So, as an old auntie, can you please stop saying you want to take over someone else's body?"
Although the pair were still exchanging snipes, the relationship between the two was clearly much more relaxed than when they first met.
After all, back then Noah had bluntly called her "old fart."
So now this "old auntie," to someone who keeps obsessing over her body's control rights, was already quite an endearing nickname.
"It's all because you only give me two hours of usage time every day."
The old ancestor also replied self-righteously, raising her dragon head as she spoke, "Two hours, I can only accumulate a tiny bit of Primordial Energy. When will I ever fully recover?"
"Recover whenever you like. Keep nagging and I'll cut the usage time to one hour."
"..."
'Sigh, living under someone else's roof, there's no way around it.'
The old ancestor obediently lay back down again, then let out a helpless dragon sigh.
But she also knew, Noah's attitude toward her had already softened a lot.
This little girl wasn't actually as fierce as she looked. She just treated her interactions with the old ancestor as a kind of "confrontation" or "game of strategy."
Her father was very outstanding and had taught her many tactics and strategies.
And Noah applied those lessons well, using all the skills on this "negotiation table" about control over her body.
As for everything else, the old ancestor could clearly feel that this Silver Dragon Princess was a very decent little brat.
When she couldn't control Noah's body, the old ancestor could still, within her consciousness space, see what she saw, hear what she heard.
Lately, Noah had found a lot of historical documents about the ancient Dragon Clan civil war and had come to understand how great the Primal Dragon King who ended the war truly was.
As a well-behaved child who admired heroes and wanted to grow stronger, there's no way Noah felt no reverence toward this old ancestor.
It's just that most of that respect was expressed internally.
Out loud, it turned into things like "Old auntie, can you stop always thinking about my body?"
After all, Noah didn't want to lose in this "negotiation."
"Let's go back to the earlier topic."
The old ancestor said, "That amazing lightning magic, was it all taught by your father?"
Noah nodded, "My Daddy started teaching me when I was two."
"You're five now. In just three short years you've become so proficient in lightning magic... and you're still saying you're not the Child of Thunder."
The old woman had now learned how to crack modern jokes.
But Noah just gave a symbolic twitch of the corners of her mouth, a smile that didn't reach her eyes.
"Just knowing lightning magic makes me the Child of Thunder? Then there are tons of Children of Thunder on the Samael continent, enough to form a whole army."
The old ancestor let out a soft snort-laugh, then said solemnly, "That's not correct. You're not just an ordinary lightning magic user."
Noah blinked, curiously asking, "Then what am I?"
"You're a lightning magic user possessed by me."
"..."
'Here she goes again, this old hag!'
'Being possessed by you, is that something to be proud of?'
'Can it give me a perfect GPA at the academy?'
Noah curled her lip, crossed her arms, and ignored her, turning to walk toward the other end of the waterway.
"Leaving already?", the old ancestor called from behind.
Without turning her head, Noah said, "My little sister's back. I don't have time to chat with you."
The small figure gradually disappeared into the golden darkness, and the ripples on the water's surface slowly faded.
Noah gazed in the direction the little girl had gone, half-lowered her eyes, and murmured softly, "Will it be you, Noah?"
———
The door was pushed open, followed by a burst of quiet footsteps.
Not long after, a tuft of light pink hair peeked sneakily in from the bedroom door, with only a pair of big eyes exposed, observing the interior of the room.
Noah exited from the consciousness space, slowly opened her eyes, and then turned her head toward the door.
"Little Light? What are you doing over there?"
Seeing that big sister had noticed her, Little Light didn't continue hiding behind the door. She stepped inside with a big grin, "Morning, big sis. What are you up to?"
She automatically ignored Noah's question, clearly intending to flip the host-guest dynamic.
"Reading."
'No way I'm telling you I was getting a history lecture from a relic from tens of thousands of years ago.'
Upon hearing this, Little Light glanced at the desk in front of Noah. Sure enough, there was a book placed there.
But the pages weren't open, it was just lying flat on the desk, showing no signs of being read.
And based on Little Light's observation, that book had already been sitting on the desk for at least a week.
Given her big sister's reading speed, a book of that thickness should've been finished in at most three days.
So... reading was just a cover. She was sitting there doing something else entirely.
Was it still related to big sister's strange behavior a while ago?
Aurora hadn't forgotten about that at all.
After thinking it over, Little Light decided to carry out the new "ghost hunt" plan she had been brewing for several days.
"Where's Luna?", Noah asked.
"Oh, second sis is playing in the backyard with Daddy."
Noah gave a slight nod and didn't ask anything further. She turned her head and picked up the book on the desk to flip through it.
Little Light's guess was right. That book really was just a prop. Noah had already finished it long ago and had simply forgotten to swap it out.
But unexpectedly, this small oversight was precisely what Little Light had caught onto.
While Noah distractedly stared at the book pages, she heard the sound of chair legs scraping against the floor.
She looked over and saw Little Light pushing a chair taller than herself over, scooting it beside her, and then climbing up using both hands and feet.
"What are you doing, Little Light?"
"Studying with you, big sis. Didn't you find me a bunch of prep books for next semester? I'm doing some previewing."
"Oh... okay."
Noah didn't think much of it and kept pretending to read.
Little Light obediently pulled out one of the prep books her big sister had given her and started flipping through it on her own.
But those clever pink eyes kept stealing glances at Noah now and then.
After a while, Little Light felt the time was right. Time to make her move.
Plop!
The book in Little Light's hand suddenly fell to the floor.
Her whole body also wobbled and tumbled down from the chair.
Seeing this, Noah rushed to hold Little Light's shoulder, worriedly asking, "Are you okay, Little Light? Did you get hurt?"
But Little Light leaned against her big sister's chest, frowning deeply, clutching her temple with one hand, and wearing an expression full of pain.
"Ugh!... S-So uncomfortable... so much pain!"
"Where does it hurt? Did you fall on your back?"
"No! Don't! Don't come out!"
Just as Noah was about to inspect her, she suddenly heard that line.
The curl-head girl looked completely confused.
'What... don't come out?'
"Little Light?"
"Big sis... ugh! Leave now! I can't hold it back! My second personality! It's coming out!"
"Huh?"
"She's coming out! Coming out!"
Little Light kicked her legs twice, smacked her tail, and then 'passed out' in Noah's arms.
Noah panicked, quickly shaking Little Light, "Hey! Hey, Little Light, don't scare me! I'll take you to—"
"HAHAHAHAHA!"
Before Noah could finish, Little Light, who had been 'unconscious' a second ago, suddenly sprang up from her embrace like a carp flipping out of water.
The little pink-haired girl stood in front of Noah, hands on her hips, her face full of smug satisfaction.
Noah looked even more dumbfounded.
What kind of performance was this?
Did she lose a dare?
"Little... Light?", Noah tentatively called her sister's name.
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