The position of the Lord of a Billion Undead sounds rather tempting, but to Terramus, the Holy Dragon's Son, it doesn't hold much allure. He chose to leave this decision for his future self to resolve.
"Alright, I'll ask you for an answer when you become an adult."
Wayne was surprised by the response from the dragon uncle before him, but he added a sentence,
"If by then, I still haven't found an inheritor."
"That's fine, but I want to go back now."
When Noah saw his own child again, the youngster seemed to be in much higher spirits and appeared to get along very well with his grandnephew.
"Father, can we go home now?"
"Of course."
Just like when Noah came, he led his child back smoothly.
"Oh, by the way, I need to remind you of something."
Upon reaching the surface, a polar storm happened to sweep by with a howl, as Noah looked seriously at Terramus, who was a bit unaccustomed to the extreme cold.
"What is it?"
