Vol. 3 Ch. 45

“How does Noa have a fragment of the Black Gold War Chariot?”

Leon was baffled.

In the Silver Dragon Sanctuary, the only one who knew his true human identity was Rosvisser. And one of the key pieces of evidence proving he was human was his Black Gold War Chariot.@@novelbin@@

Back in the day, when General Leon donned the Black Gold War Chariot, no dragon was left standing in his path.

During his time serving the Dragon Slayer Corps, he was either slaying dragons or on his way to slay them. His most constant companions, besides his comrades like Rebecca, were this powerful enchanted armor.

The dragons who survived encounters with him didn’t know his name, but they all gave him the same title:

*The Man in Black Armor*.

While the title was a bit long, it sent a chill down the spine of any dragon who heard it.

During the years when Leon was at his peak dragon-slaying efficiency, he became the nightmare of all dragons. The Black Gold War Chariot left a deep impression on them.

This was why Leon had disguised his armor with paint when he fought Konstantin and Star. It wasn’t because he feared the enemy recognizing him—they already knew his identity.

Leon couldn’t afford to be recognized by the Silver Dragons. If they discovered who he really was, he wouldn’t be able to stay and gather intelligence. Most importantly, he didn’t want his daughters to find out that their father was human.

He had weighed the pros and cons many times, and hiding his human identity remained the safest option.

But now, how did Noa come to possess a fragment of the Black Gold War Chariot?

“Do you think Noa has already figured out who you are?” Rosvisser asked, her voice filled with concern.

Leon had shared his fears with her, and she fully understood and had promised to help him keep the secret. It wasn’t just about maintaining his cover as the Silver Dragon Prince to continue gathering information on the Empire’s schemes; it was also to protect the family they had worked so hard to build.

Leon stared at the fragment for a moment before shaking his head slowly.

“I don’t think Noa knows I’m human. But...”

“But?” Rosvisser prompted.

“But she’s definitely sensed that there’s something off about her old man.”

Leon’s expression grew serious as he fiddled with the fragment in his hands.

“A long time ago, when you first took me to the storage room behind the mountain and gave me the Black Gold War Chariot, I noticed a small crack in the chest plate. If I’m right, it was caused when Viktor tried to assassinate me with that enchanted dagger.”

The enchanted dagger Viktor used was crafted from the tusk of a polar mammoth, known for its incredibly high affinity for enchantment. Enchanting it could make it strong enough to pierce the chest plate of the Black Gold War Chariot at close range.

However, polar mammoth tusks were exceedingly rare, and the process of enchanting them was delicate. Any mistake could ruin the precious material. That’s why most of the time, they were used for jewelry or collectibles, not weapons.

But to assassinate the Empire’s top dragon slayer? Wasting a few tusks was worth it.

Of course, the assassination didn’t succeed.

Ironically, years later, Leon destroyed the prized heartscale of a dragon they revered, which still brought a smile to his face.

Rosvisser thought back and then said, “After that battle a few years ago, we retrieved your Black Gold War Chariot from the battlefield, and that should include this fragment. But I didn’t personally inspect it; I only... came to check on it once afterward.”

The couple glanced at each other, blushing and turning away. They both knew what she meant by *afterward*.

The *Blood Temptation*—the event that started it all.

Whenever they recalled it, the memories were a strange mix of abstract chaos and a kind of defiant legend.

“Did you notice the fragment when you went to check?” Leon asked.

Rosvisser shook her head. “No... I didn’t pay attention.”

Leon teased, “Wow, such a shiny fragment, and you didn’t notice?”

Rosvisser shot him a look. “At the time, I was too busy thinking about how I was going to torture you once you woke up. Preserving your armor for you was already generous enough! Who would care about a tiny fragment...”

She wasn’t making excuses. The fragment wasn’t that big.

A dagger made for assassination wouldn’t leave a large crack. Its purpose was depth, not width. As long as it pierced the heart, it had done its job.

“So did you bring Noa here after that?” Leon asked.

“No, I never brought her here,” Rosvisser said. “This is key evidence of your human identity—there’s no way I’d bring our daughter here.”

Leon groaned. “Can you drop the *lowly human* part?”

Rosvisser smirked. “I was just recalling my attitude toward you back then. I hated you so much.”

“I’m grateful you didn’t smother me with a pillow while I was in a coma for two years. Thank you, Your Majesty,” Leon replied with a wry smile.

“You’re welcome. It was my pleasure,” she quipped.

After some banter, they returned to the topic of the Black Gold War Chariot fragment.

“So... somehow, this fragment ended up in Noa’s hands, and she’s kept it all this time without ever mentioning it.”

Leon’s thoughts began to stir, and he continued, “In the future, Noa told me that this box contained her most cherished memories, so this fragment must have been one of them. Based on the timeline, she would have gotten it during the two years I was in a coma.”

Leon calculated, “Taking into account the ten months of pregnancy and the following three to four months of postnatal development... that means Noa got this fragment about a year before I woke up. Does that sound right?”

Rosvisser followed his reasoning and nodded. “Yes, that seems accurate.”

This deduction solidified Leon’s belief that Noa had suspected something about her father for a while.

But for four years, she had kept this knowledge to herself.

Why?

With her sharp mind, there was no way Noa wasn’t curious about the fragment.

So either she had gathered enough secrets that she didn’t need to dig any deeper into the fragment...

Or...

She was silently protecting the family’s secret alongside Rosvisser and Leon.

Without ever confronting them, without knowing the full story of their past, Noa had likely realized that uncovering the truth could change her family.

It could even affect her future and her sisters’ futures.

So she chose to guard the secret in her own way while keeping the truth close.

Between the two possibilities, Leon leaned toward the latter.

He examined the fragment again, the sunlight catching its metallic gleam.

After a moment, he placed it back in the box and pushed the box back under the bed.

“So... what do you plan to do?” Rosvisser asked quietly. “Will you test Noa, see how much she knows, or...?”

“Test her...” Leon shook his head. “There’s no need.”

“Our eldest daughter is smart, Rosvisser. The moment we try to test her, she’ll catch on.”

“And when that happens, no matter how much she knows, our relationship with her will shift... and I don’t want that.”

“For now... let’s just maintain the status quo.”

“Mm... sounds good to me.”

Rosvisser exhaled with relief, then added, “Noa cares deeply about this family, about us, and about Moon and Aurora. That kind of care can’t be faked, so there’s no doubt she loves us.”

“Maybe we’ve overthought it. Whatever way Noa got that fragment, she didn’t choose to confront us about it, Leon. She’s a good girl, isn’t she?”

Leon nodded in agreement. “Yeah. Such a good girl...”

Rosvisser raised an eyebrow, expecting him to say something like, *Good girls like her are hard to find.*

But this man never failed to surprise her.

“Such a good girl... just like me.”

Rosvisser’s lips curled up in disbelief.

“Like you? Like you who fought wild dogs at five, broke stones on your chest at seven? Or maybe like you, the clueless fool who fakes innocence?”

“Don’t be ridiculous! How could I let my precious daughter break stones on her chest? Only my shameless master would come up with such ideas.”

Leon continued with mock seriousness, “But speaking of ridiculous... I noticed something curious in what you just said.”

“What did I say?”

“You said Noa’s care for us couldn’t be faked.”

“Uh-huh.”

“So... does that mean your care for me can’t be faked either?” Leon grinned.

Rosvisser snorted and swatted his face with her tail.

“I don’t need to fake anything, Leon, because I don’t care about you at all! I’ve never—”

“Ow! Your tail really hurt!”

“Oh no! I didn’t mean to! Are you okay?”

Leon: **????**

Rosvisser: **??**