Sensing Silva’s unusual gaze and Noah’s suddenly cold demeanor, the white dragon realized his slip of the tongue. He instinctively reached out a claw to adjust imaginary glasses, only to remember he had none.
“Oh dear, how rude of me! But a lovely girl is quite wonderful too. Mammalian features blooming like flowers are key to fine offspring.”
The white dragon possessed an “all-knowing” magic eye. Seeing the intertwined souls in Noah’s mind, he instantly grasped the situation and laughed it off.
“Still, such uniquely beautiful human features are rare. Their geometric perfection is remarkable. If possible, I’d love to study them properly.”
He stared intently at Noah’s ample bosom, eyes burning with pure curiosity—like a mathematician or artist craving answers.
“Get lost, you perverted bastard!”
Noah’s smiling face tightened, a trace of anger flickering beneath the grin.
Perhaps his innocent delivery of such offensive words fueled her fury.
“Wait—what do you mean ‘became a cute girl’?”
Silva spoke up, flustered at being ignored. Her simple mind couldn’t process his words.
Whenever she leaned toward forbidden interpretations, Noah’s alluring curves and elegant poise screamed “stunning human woman,” deepening Silva’s confusion.
“Ah, my apologies, miss. I mistook you for someone else. Please disregard my earlier remarks.”
His sincere apology felt oddly unsettling.
“My name is Archimedes. A scaleless white dragon—an imperfect, mortal breed. Once a researcher driven mad by knowledge, I’m now merely Miss Noah’s familiar.”
“Here. Glasses.”
Noah pulled square-framed glasses from her system backpack and handed them over. Archimedes slipped them on with a claw, the lenses radiating wisdom.
“My apologies. My magic eye shows me things I shouldn’t see. This worsened with age, driving me mad with obsession.”
Glasses in place, Archimedes looked every bit a dragon sage. His clear eyes swept to the blonde flat-chested loli nearby.
“But devouring so many dragon hearts yet staying sane? Even demons would call that suicidal. Surviving such toxins is an incomprehensible miracle.”
He spoke without malice, admiration in his tone. Noah nodded beside him: “Mm-hmm.”
“You two… are you geniuses who just love pissing people off?”
A vein throbbed on Silva’s forehead. Her survival method called a “miracle”? Anger was all she felt.
“Huh? But I was complimenting you!”
Archimedes gaped, genuinely confused.
“Mm-hmm, it was a compliment~.”
Noah nodded firmly, her ample bosom bouncing slightly as a dangerous smile spread.
“…Fine…”
Facing these naive, wide-eyed dragons, Silva slumped in her chair—a loli with an old man’s weary resignation.
Still, seeing a real dragon fascinated her. Archimedes didn’t match her Dragonkind image, but curiosity won out.
“Curious about me? I understand. Everyone is.”
Archimedes smiled warmly, like a wise elder ready to enlighten.
“The magic eye cost me immortal scales and perfect vitality. My lifespan is short; I can’t bear offspring.”
“But it granted me unique perspectives and insatiable curiosity. My dragon life has been fulfilling—no pity needed.”
“Ahahaha!” His hearty laugh echoed reconciliation with the world.
“Archimedes, when I was Baitong, I asked what the adventurer system means to you. You refused to answer.”
Noah paused, then pressed the white dragon before her.
Back then, he’d said: “Per my agreement with the system, I cannot answer.”
“Now, in your current role—what is the system to you?”
“Ah, that question. Well…”
Archimedes adjusted his glasses to explain—but Silva shot up, flustered.
“I—I have errands! I’ll leave you two to chat…”
She realized she shouldn’t hear this. Though familiar with adventurers, words from this Holy Maiden and dragon sage would drag her onto their ship.
“Nope~. Little Silva’s mine now~. Trying to bail~ isn’t an option~.”
Noah winked, her ample bosom resting on the table, a seductive threat in her smile.
Her message was clear: Your choice doesn’t matter anymore.
“Ugh!”
Bound by hospitality, Silva’s face flushed crimson. She froze mid-stand, then sank back down under Noah’s tyranny.
“Then I’ll start with the conclusion.”
Noah’s smile softened; she lifted her bosom off the table.
Archimedes pushed up his glasses, unruffled. “The adventurer system—the ‘player system’ to otherworlders—is a planetary shield. A protective layer guarding against foreign gods’ gaze and invasion.”
