Vol. 5 Ch. 110

“Mom, you just said you know who Mives really is. Who is she?” Noa turned to her mother after Mevis had unleashed that overwhelming and familiar power and left. But as soon as she asked, she froze.

The other Dragon Kings also turned their attention to Rosvisser.

They didn’t know this “Mevis” woman, but the power she displayed was unmistakably primordial. Moreover, it was far purer than the kind of primordial energy Rosvisser and Isha had cultivated over the years.

Only those directly guided by the Primordial Dragon King could wield such pure energy. In other words, only a Primordial Dragon King could control power of that caliber.

Rosvisser lowered her gaze, looking at her eldest daughter. Her silence was heavy, and tears shimmered faintly in her eyes—both relief and heartache.

“Noa,” Rosvisser said softly, “Mevis is… you. She’s the future you.”

The words hit Noa like a lightning bolt. Her eyes widened in shock as she stared at her mother in disbelief.

The other Dragon Kings were equally stunned.

“What do you mean, ‘Mevis is Noa’?”

“How could we not have noticed even the slightest clue until now?”

“Does time-travel magic truly exist?”

“Her bear-shaped patch… It’s identical to the one Leon gave us years ago.”

“She always seemed to be communicating with someone divine when she prayed, and Leon once sensed that she wasn’t communing with the void, but with a presence—a future Primordial Dragon King named Noa.”

“Her background check said she came from a destroyed clan, but her behavior and manners were noble—because that’s how Noa was raised.”

“Everyone who meets her feels an inexplicable sense of familiarity, not because we’ve seen her before…”

Rosvisser knelt down, gently cupping her daughter’s face. Her voice trembled slightly as she explained, “...but because we’re family.”

Noa began to recall details about Mevis that suddenly made sense in light of her mother’s revelation.

“The ring on her hand—it’s not jewelry. It’s a fragment of Dad’s black-gold breastplate that I’ve always kept with me.”

“The chocolate cake Moon gave her—she said her sister used to make the same one. And that’s true.”

“She made fireworks with magic… Just like Dad once did for Mom. And she made them for me too…”

If Mives truly was the future Noa, then all these mysteries fell into place.

But the revelation brought forth an even bigger question: Why would Noa’s future self be so entangled in this timeline?

Before they could unravel that mystery, a more pressing issue arose.

“Didn’t Leon say after his return from the future that time couldn’t flow backward? How could Mevis, as future Noa, come back here?” Claudia asked.

Rosvisser looked toward the window where Mevis stood beside Leon.

“We’ll have to wait for her to explain it herself,” Rosvisser said quietly.

Leon glanced at the familiar figure standing beside him, his mind a whirlwind of confusion.

He couldn’t even determine whether Mevis was friend or foe.

Under his scrutinizing gaze, Mevis remained calm.

“This might be a bit complicated to explain, but—” Mevis raised her right fist, extending it toward Leon.

“You should understand what this gesture means, right?”

Leon stared at the fist in front of him.

In that moment, the storm of doubt and confusion in his heart dissipated, like clouds parting after a heavy rain to reveal the sun. The weight pressing on his chest lifted at last.

He chuckled softly, almost unable to believe it himself. Slowly, he raised his own hand, forming a fist, and lightly bumped it against Mevis’s.

This simple gesture had been a silent bond between him and his daughter countless times before.

As their fists met, Mevis’s eyes crinkled with a smile—a smile of genuine relief and joy.

Tears glimmered faintly in her eyes, though they didn’t overshadow the excitement and happiness radiating from her expression.

“I’ve waited thirty years for this moment,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “To fight alongside you again—Dad.”

“Noa…” Leon began.

“Let’s stick with Mevis for now,” she said with a playful smirk. Turning to face their enemy, she added, “Any questions can wait until we’ve taken care of this guy.”

“Can your old man keep up?” Leon teased.

“Ha! Don’t underestimate me. I can do this all day,” Mevis shot back.

Shadow hovered above them, watching the scene unfold with disinterest. “I don’t care why my subordinate has suddenly betrayed me. It’s merely another variable leading to death.”

“This battle will end with only one person dead, and that person will be you, Shadow,” Mevis declared confidently.

“Bold words. Do you even understand the kind of enemy you’re facing?” Shadow sneered.

“A mere false god who stole Tiamat’s power,” she retorted.

Mevis crossed her arms as white energy began to pour from her body. Magical waves surged, lifting her hair as the pure black strands gradually turned snow-white, a symbol of purity.

Her eyes shifted in color, and faint markings appeared around the corners of her eyes.

Leon watched her transformation, immediately recognizing it as Noa’s Primordial Mode—a state drawing on the power of the Primordial Dragon King.

“If Noa can use it now, then it’s no surprise her future self can wield it even better,” Leon thought.

Mives’s mastery over the Primordial Mode far exceeded Noa’s current capabilities.

Shadow’s brow furrowed slightly as he observed her. “Such pure primordial energy… It feels similar to that brat’s, but much stronger. Mevis—what are you?”

“I’m the one who will send this false god back to hell where he belongs,” Mevis replied.

Shadow snorted. “If you think you can, then try me.”

“Let’s go, Dad,” Mevis said.

Leon nodded. “Right.”

The two launched themselves forward simultaneously, flanking Shadow from both sides.

Their first attack came in perfect synchronization, a blend of Leon’s physical prowess and Mevis’s magical supremacy.

Leon, now unable to rely on his depleted magical reserves, focused entirely on hand-to-hand combat and sensory techniques. Even with limited options, his adaptability as a hexagonal warrior made him formidable.

Mevis, on the other hand, wielded primordial energy with ease. Every strike she unleashed carried pure elemental force.

Their teamwork was seamless, a natural synergy born from unspoken understanding.

Mevis spread her dragon wings, channeling fire and lightning magic to create a massive dual-elemental tornado—an S-class Twin Magic spell: Thunderfire Waltz.

The swirling vortex of flames and lightning surged toward Shadow, its destructive force tearing through the battlefield.

Shadow responded by unleashing a surge of violet energy, shattering the tornado in an instant.

“Is that all you’ve got? I expected more from you,” Shadow sneered.

But in that fleeting moment of distraction, Leon had closed the distance. Activating the Sixth Gate of the Nine Infernal Gates, he delivered a hammering blow to Shadow’s back, engulfing them in a cloud of smoke and debris.

When the dust cleared, Shadow stood atop a ruined building, seemingly unscathed.

“You almost got me with that sneak attack,” Shadow said, his tone casual and unbothered.

Leon and Mevis regrouped, their expressions serious.

“Did you notice?” Leon whispered. “After absorbing the Dragon God’s power, his strength increased, but his speed and reflexes have noticeably declined.”

Mevis smirked. “Fast attacks, then? Sounds like my kind of strategy.”

“No lead attacker or support this time. Just keep up with me,” she said with a grin.

Leon grinned back. “Let’s see just how strong the future has made you.”

The father-daughter duo disappeared once more, their movements perfectly synchronized as they charged toward their formidable foe.

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Autor NOTE:

I expect to finish this volume the day after tomorrow, and then we'll start the next phase.I can't even imagine how exciting it will be to write them.