"Bored? Do you have nothing to do? Then you can join..."
The angel's eyes lit up.
"Please allow me to refuse, thank you!"
Noah interrupted before she could finish speaking.
"You haven't heard me finish my sentence yet."
"You don't need to say it; I know what you're thinking."
The angel, with her mind rigidly stuck on the idea that a sword in hand could solve all problems, could propose something that was easily predictable.
"I think I'm still too young at my age to enter your battlefield. I'll consider your proposal after I become an Ancient Dragon."
"In what way are you young?"
Ophelia, having been rejected, was both annoyed and unwilling, yet found it slightly amusing.
"An Ancient Dragon? How much longer do you need to become an Ancient Dragon?"
"A thousand years isn't enough, two thousand should be about right."