Noa felt like something was wrong with her body.

Lately, her increased appetite could tentatively be explained away as "still growing" or "increased training intensity."

But as the days went by, Noa found herself waking up every morning feeling utterly exhausted.

This had never happened before. Even during her most grueling training period, she would start each morning full of energy and motivation—

Never doubt the recovery ability of an Involuted Queen; becoming an Involuted Queen requires a robust physique as a prerequisite.

So... was this fatigue caused by that strange dream?

Noa rarely ever dreamed in the past. Her sleep quality had always been excellent, only occasionally responding to Muen when she cuddled up to her at night.

But could dreaming really affect physical recovery?

Noa had no clue.

If it were just a simple illness, her constitution should have allowed her to recover in two or three days. But nearly half a month had passed, and her condition had only worsened.

Eventually, the Involuted Queen decided to seek help from her father.

Her dad always had a way of solving any problem.

Of course, in order not to worry her parents, Noa didn't directly say that her body was unwell.

She had her own suspicions—her recent physical changes and that strange dream might be connected to the events at the Primordial Dragon King ruins half a month ago.

So why not let her dad start investigating from there?

Noa found Leon in Roswitha’s private library.

He was helping Muen and Aurora prepare for the next semester's studies.

"Good morning, big sister."

Aurora was the first to notice Noa's arrival and looked up to greet her.

"Good morning, sister! You finally got up~"

Muen put down her book, leapt off her chair, wagged her little tail, and ran to Noa, grabbing her hand.

Noa smiled and nodded before walking over to the desk where her family was studying.

"Good morning, Dad," Noa greeted Leon.

Her title for Leon had shifted from the more formal "Father" to the more affectionate "Dad."

Thanks to Aurora's influence, "Dad" just rolled off the tongue better.

"Good morning," Leon replied warmly. He was just about to invite Noa to join their "study group" when he noticed Noa's slightly pale face and the fatigue written between her brows.

He opened his mouth to ask, but after glancing at his other two daughters, he changed his approach:

"Noa, why don’t you come pick out some books with Dad?"

"Sure."

"Muen, Aurora, you two keep at it. If you have questions, wait for me to come back and ask."

"Yes, Dad!"

After giving his instructions, Leon stood up and walked toward the shelves with Noa.

The father and daughter casually browsed the books on the shelves, seemingly absorbed in their search.

But the book selection was just a pretense. Leon simply didn’t want Noa discussing any health issues in front of her younger sisters.

Noa, perceptive as ever, easily saw through her dad's intent. Coincidentally, her own questions were things she preferred to ask him in private.

Before long, Noa stopped pretending to browse, lowered herself off her tiptoes, and turned to Leon.

"Thanks, Dad."

Leon put down the book in his hand and looked at his daughter. "It's nothing. Now that it's just the two of us, can you tell me what's going on?"

Noa scratched her head, thought for a moment, then said,

"Lately, I’ve been having the same dream over and over."

"The same dream? What’s it about?"

"It seems to be about a war—a war that took place a long, long time ago."

As they spoke, they casually strolled through the rows of bookshelves, eventually arriving at the side of the library with large floor-to-ceiling windows.

The warm, soothing sunlight spilling onto Noa made her feel a bit better, but her small face remained serious.

"In that war, the Dragon Clans fought tooth and nail over resources and territory, causing their population to dwindle drastically."

"At the end of the dream, a white dragon always appears, perched atop the highest mountain of the ice plain. With absolute authority and power, it puts an end to the brutal war."

"I want to look up information about the white dragon, but its image in my dream is so blurry that I don’t even know where to start."

Leon listened quietly and didn’t rush to offer his thoughts or speculations.

For now, Noa was simply describing her dream and hadn’t gotten to the crucial part, so he decided to let her continue.

"And ever since I started having this dream so frequently, I’ve been waking up every morning feeling tired, so exhausted."

Noa frowned slightly, lifting her eyes to look at Leon, her gaze seemingly carrying a plea for help.

"I’ve been debating for days and finally decided to tell you about it, Dad. Do you have any way to stop me from having this dream again?"

Leon’s expression grew serious. Stroking his chin with one hand, he fell into thought.

The battlefield Noa had described in her dream was likely the Dragon Clan civil war from ten thousand years ago.

And the "white dragon" that ended the war was none other than the Primordial Dragon King, Noa.

Leon knew about this because when Roswitha began practicing Primordial Power, he had helped her gather a significant amount of ancient texts on the subject.

Among those records were the tales of Noa, the bygone king.

Noa was the ancestor of the Dragon Clan, the hero that put an end to their civil war, and the first Dragon King in Dragon Clan history.

Its power enriched the lands of the Dragon Clan and continued to influence its descendants for countless generations, even to the present day.

A figure so monumental would be akin to legendary rulers in human history, deserving recognition across all eras. No matter how many times school textbooks might be rewritten, such immense legacies would always hold a place.

But why would this piece of history appear in Noa's dream?

Leon had some theories but thought Noa might have her own suspicions too. Soon, he said,

"Controlling dreams can be quite dangerous. Once you’ve experienced the thrill of manipulating everything in a dream, it can be hard to stop. Over time, the dreamer might lose the ability to distinguish between dreams and reality."

"So before finding a way to prevent you from having this dream, perhaps we should try to uncover why you’re having it in the first place."

Noa blinked, a bit puzzled. "But a dream is just a dream, right? It doesn’t really have logic or reasons behind it. Can we really figure out why I’m having this one?"

Leon shook his head. "This isn’t just a dream, Noa. This is a piece of real history."

He had no intention of keeping this from her.

He knew his eldest daughter well—she was sharp. Having this dream repeatedly must have already made her sense that something was off.

So rather than being cryptic, it was better to just be straightforward.

"Real... history?"

As expected, Noa only looked mildly surprised.

"Yes."

Leon briefly explained the Primordial Dragon King and the history of the Dragon Clan's civil war.

After listening, Noa nodded thoughtfully. "So, the white dragon in my dream is the Primordial Dragon King?"

After a pause, she added, "And Mom gave me the same name as that Dragon King..."

"Yes. After all, Noa is a hero of the Dragon Clan, and your mom wanted you to become an exceptional warrior like that as well."

As a dad, that was all he could say.

Though, in truth, the situation was probably this:

Fake Hero of the Dragon Clan: Noa.

True Hero of the Dragon Clan: Leon Casmode!

Traveling through time, rescuing his wife and daughters, and even casually saving the Dragon Clan—General Leon had simply completed the job and then quietly left, his deeds unsung.

Noa scratched her head, pouted a little, and mumbled under her breath,

"But compared to that Primordial Dragon King, I think I’d rather be like you, Dad—ouch! Oww..."

Leon panicked and quickly steadied her. "What’s wrong? Does your head hurt?"

Noa gently rubbed her temples. "I don’t know why, but my head suddenly hurt for a moment... Maybe I really haven’t been resting well lately."

Leon kindly rubbed her little head for her. "Feeling better now?"

"Yeah, it just hurt for a second. I’m okay."

"Good."

(A certain ancient King: Using my name but aspiring to become someone else? You little whelps need a good lesson!)