"Sinbad? Is that your child's real name? Not bad."
The enchanting fragrance of flowers, warm and comforting, filled the air. A gentle breeze blew by, carrying delicate petals dancing in the wind. Pink petals fell, and Noah reached out to catch them, then looked down at the little one playing with a group of little fairies in the Sky Garden.
He was a standard little dragon-man with golden hair and blue eyes, a round and lovely face. Two sharp little dragon horns peeked out from his forehead, and a small tail trailed behind him. His custom-made robe also had two droopy little wings.
"Great Uncle, although Sinbad's talent is the best among all my children, I still feel he can't compare to the most outstanding descendant in the family."
The Golden Dragon Lord, attending beside Noah, looked at his young son playing happily with numerous little fairies below, but his eyes were filled with worry and concern.
"As you say, that's just what you feel."
