Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 742 - 419

"Wait a minute!"

Noah saw the angel opposite about to lower their palm and quickly stopped them,

"I’m here to apologize to you. Can you give me a chance?"

"Apologize?"

Ophelia halted her descending hand in mid-air, looking at the Golden Dragon opposite her, who had been bothering her countless times, with a gaze full of doubt and inquiry,

"Do you know how bad the temper of the guy you’re impersonating is? Do you know the kind of end you’ll face if he finds out you’re pretending to be him to deceive me?"

"What kind of end?"

Noah couldn’t help but reply.

"Falling into the abyss, landing in the devil’s hands would be a mercy for you."

"It’s not that exaggerated, you’re slandering me, I’m a Holy Dragon, how could I be so cruel?"

"Are you really Noah?"

"I am Noah, the genuine Ancestral Golden Dragon!"

Noah couldn’t help but laugh at the angel’s reaction, as the other party clearly took him for some daring fraudster.

"No, you aren’t. Your impersonation is too terrible. That guy would never bow his head to apologize, even if he were in the wrong."

"When have I ever been wrong and not apologized?"

The Golden Dragon was immediately displeased, adding a sarcastic comment,

"Moreover, with your acting skills, what right do you have to criticize others for poor impersonations?"

"I believe you are indeed that terrible guy."

Ophelia’s eyes reverted to their original indifference,

"So, you specifically came to provoke me rather than apologize."

"Of course not, I truly came to apologize. I’ve deeply reflected on the inappropriate comments I made during our last interaction, so I’ve been wanting to express my apologies to you."

"You never said anything inappropriate; whatever you say is right, so you don’t need to apologize, either."

The angel responded with a cold attitude.

"No, I feel that my words that day were very inappropriate."

"Oh, then why don’t you tell me, what was inappropriate?"

The angel, who had just claimed that Noah was always right, immediately questioned.

"I didn’t consider your feelings as a mother; later, I shouldn’t have mocked you for it."

Noah spoke with sincerity, full of apology.

"Hmm! Good that you know."

Ophelia’s expression softened slightly.

"So you have no objection to letting Iliad stay in Heaven for a while."

"What if I want him to stay in Heaven forever?"

"If he wants to stay in Heaven forever, of course, he can. He is my eldest son, and naturally, he can do whatever he wishes; I won’t interfere with any of his decisions."

Noah displayed the magnanimity befitting a qualified father.

"Sounds good."

Unfortunately, the angel didn’t buy it because she knew that no matter what, Iliad would only stay in Heaven temporarily and would eventually return to his father to help him continue to fight the Divine, expanding and occupying more material planes.

"Ahem, although I won’t interfere with his decisions, as his father, I still have to care about his lifelong affairs. I heard there’s a Six-winged Great Angel named Hela by his side."

Noah, reaching the limit of his patience, revealed his true purpose,

"From what I understand, isn’t this angel arranged by you? What is her identity and background?"

"Ha, an apology? This is the real reason you’ve been trying to contact me, isn’t it? If it weren’t for wanting to know Hela’s identity, you wouldn’t have reached out to me."

Ophelia, whose expression had softened earlier, coldly laughed upon hearing Noah’s words. Scarlet flames burned in her eyes, devoid of warmth, like glaciers in the extreme polar regions, frozen for millions of years, icy and chilling.

"You are my partner, how could I not contact you?"

"Partner? You still consider me your partner?"

"Of course, when did I claim to sever our relationship?"

"Not claiming doesn’t make a difference, does it? It’s fine if you admit it. In fact, being favored by the esteemed Holy Dragon Emperor would be my honor."

"Stop making such jokes, Ophelia. My feelings for you are genuine, and I could never abandon our relationship. Even if you unilaterally sever it, I will use every possible means to reestablish it with you."

"Every means? I’m curious. I do want to see the measures of a Holy Dragon."

"I’m sorry, I truly am. I’m sincerely here to apologize, but at the same time, I also wish to care about our child’s feelings. Can’t these two matters coexist?"

"Of course, they can. You want to know Hela’s identity and background?"

"Yes."

"Then don’t have high expectations; she’s just a regular Six-winged Angel, falling short of your expectations and requirements for Divine offspring."

"Whether she’s Divine offspring doesn’t matter. It was just a joke. As long as Iliad finds a partner with a compatible temperament and personality, I would be very gratified."

His second son only found an ordinary Dragon species; Noah didn’t say a word back then. When the eldest finds a Six-winged Angel, purely in terms of racial lineage, that is far superior.

"Their relationship hasn’t reached that stage yet; they’re just getting to know each other."

"Just getting to know each other slowly, but what Terramus reports to me is not like that."

Noah recalled his second son’s exasperated expression, revealing a subtle smile in his eyes.