I'll Stop Regressing and Raise a Baby Dragon - Chapter 6

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Episode 6
‘There are certainly more people here than I’d have expected.’
A large crowd of people stood in neat rows on either side of the Mansion’s entrance.
They all appeared to be servants employed at the estate.
“Young lady, I shall take my leave now.”
Liliana approached and spoke to me.
“Thank you for all your help. I appreciate it.”
After offering a brief farewell, Liliana and her knights saluted me.
Once I’d received their salute, I walked slowly toward the Mansion entrance.
Right on cue, a man named Ren descended from the carriage and approached me.
“Young lady, if I may—before we enter the Duke’s Residence, there’s something I must tell you.”
“What is it?”
“A moment.”
Ren gestured toward a quieter corner, noting the crowd of people around us.
At that, Liliana and Annie nearby took the hint and discreetly withdrew.
“We have not yet revealed to our household servants that Kai is a Dragon.”
“It mustn’t be discovered.”
“Correct. Until the Duke informs the Emperor, we must keep this concealed for the time being. Given the nature of the matter, we won’t be able to hide it indefinitely.”
It would certainly be an enormous scandal.
If word spread that the Duke’s Residence was raising that rare Dragon—something even the Imperial Court had never dared attempt—
it could potentially be interpreted as treason by the Crown itself.
A Dragon was that powerful a being.
‘Keeping it hidden shouldn’t be difficult.’
Kai was a young Dragon and unpredictable, but from experience, I couldn’t recall him doing anything he’d been asked not to do.
If I asked him to maintain his human form as much as possible, he would likely comply.
“Besides Miss Liliana and Annie, does anyone else know about this?”
“We intend to inform Young Master Edward and Young Master Theodore. Everyone else will be told he is your younger brother.”
“I understand.”
Edward and Theodore, then.
I recalled the Duke mentioning he had two sons—these must be their names.
‘They’ll be the hardest to handle.’
“Is there anything else you wish to tell me?”
“No.”
“Then I’ll head in now.”
After concluding our conversation, Kai and I made our way into the Mansion.
Once we arrived, Annie guided me to the room I would be using.
“This is one of our guest rooms, but from now on it will be yours, and we’re planning to redecorate it entirely to your liking.”
“I’m fine with it as it is, though.”
“Oh no, young lady. Please don’t be shy—decorate it however you wish. What color appeals to you? Pink? Sky blue?”
Annie, brimming with excitement, launched into a lengthy discourse about which bed frame to replace it with and what wallpaper design would look best.
I nodded along approvingly at everything she suggested.
She’d handle it all splendidly on her own, I was sure.
“Oh, and young lady, the Duke asked that you dine together this evening with the young masters.”
“Did the Tower Master mention that before leaving?”
“Yes. Is there anything you can’t eat?”
“No, nothing in particular.”
“Very well, I’ll inform the head cook.”
“Wait—I’m curious about something.”
I stopped Annie before she could hurry out and asked her a question.
“Where is Kai’s room?”
“Right next to yours.”
“Thank you.”
“Of course! If you need anything else, just say the word.”
As Annie smiled brightly, a charming scattering of freckles arced across her cheeks.
I smiled back and assured her I would, whereupon she bowed and quickly left the room.
‘Annie is…… quite cheerful.’
I gazed blankly at the closed door after she’d gone.
She’d done all the excited bouncing around—all I’d contributed was conversation.
Yet somehow I felt exhausted.
I settled onto the bed and rested.
Kai, who had been staring at me with his mouth firmly shut, came over and sat down beside me.
“Can you tell me now?”
“Yeah, I can tell you now.”
The moment Kai broke into a bright smile and opened his mouth to speak, a rough knock sounded at the door.
Kai’s expression darkened into a scowl, and he rose from his seat, moving toward the door.
“Who is it?”
I waited, but no answer came back.
I opened the door to see who had knocked.
A boy who looked three or four years older than me stood there with a jealous expression, leaning against the frame at an awkward angle.
‘Luke’s son, then.’
The platinum-haired, blue-eyed boy who bore his resemblance studied me with eyes even sharper and more piercing than Luke’s.
Despite his youth—his cheeks still soft with childhood—his features held a cutting, cold edge.
‘When he grows up, he’ll have the young ladies in tears.’
Not that it was any concern of mine.
“So you’re the one who came this time?”
Watching his expression—as if it contained every grievance in the world—I replied with perfect composure.
“How do you do.”
“I don’t.”
“How should I address you?”
“Don’t.”
What a prickly temperament.
Still, he was nothing but a child.
He turned his head away sharply, glaring at me.
It was like a small dog barking louder than it had any right to.
Given how much he resembled Luke, he was almost certainly his son.
Either Edward or Theodore—one of the two.
“Young Master Edward?”
“No! That’s my brother’s name. I’m Theodore.”
Theodore burst out in indignation, glowering at me.
“Did you already dig up my background?”
It wasn’t digging—the secretary over there simply told me.
I let out a silent sigh as I studied him.
His golden hair, so like Luke’s, was thoroughly disheveled, and his clothes were covered in dirt in a way entirely unbefitting a nobleman’s son.
He either enjoyed rough play, or had just come from physical training like sword practice.
Another distinctive feature caught my eye: a modest silver locket pendant hung around his neck.
By his temperament and appearance, he seemed like the type who wouldn’t spare a glance at such ornaments.
“Stop looking. It’ll wear away.”
Even as I was observing Theodore, he must have felt my gaze, for his brow furrowed.
Theodore tucked the locket pendant beneath his clothes.
Clearly he treasured it greatly.
It made no sense—necklaces were meant to be seen, yet he claimed looking at it would wear it away.
This irritable young master evidently disliked me a great deal.
I wondered whether I should play frightened to match his mood, or whether I ought to push back instead.
In the meantime, Theodore passed by me, entered the room, caught sight of Kai, and pointed at him as he demanded an answer.
“Is that the ‘thing’?”
Kai’s eyes flashed dangerously at the sight of Theodore.
I quickly stepped between them both.
“Young Master Theodore, how terribly rude to enter a lady’s chamber without permission.”
“What, what did you—”
“Young Master Theodore, how terribly rude to enter a lady’s chamber without permis—”
“I heard you the first time!”
“Then I trust you’ll be leaving my room now.”
At my words, Theodore wore the expression of someone who’d taken a blow, then made his complaint with less vigor than before.
“I don’t want to. I’m staying.”
“Then I shall call Annie.”
“…Ugh, what exactly are you doing that you won’t say a single word about it!”
“And why, Young Master, have you not yet left the room?”
“Because I’m curious!”
“About what?”
“You and that one!”
Theodore’s face flushed a deep crimson as he spoke.
Was he really angry enough to turn that shade of red? Over this?
I hadn’t done anything since arriving.
How much must he despise me to work himself up like this?
I glanced back at Kai.
The moment Theodore raised his voice, gesturing between himself and me, Kai stiffened entirely, his guard fully raised.
Then wings and a tail burst from Kai’s back.
For a newly hatched young Dragon, it was the maximum threat display he could muster.
Though the effect was considerably more adorable than menacing.
Kai bared his tiny fangs and extended his claws.
Theodore’s eyes went wide at the sight of Kai’s Half-Human Half-Beast Form, and he began to stammer.
“I—it’s real. It’s a real Dragon?”
As if he’d only just realized he was facing an actual Dragon before his eyes.
Theodore wore an expression of pure shock as he turned to ask me quietly.
“……So, is he actually that strong? Does he beat our father? Even though he’s so young?”
I stared at Theodore, momentarily lost for words at the absurdity of the question.
Why on earth was he asking something so pointless?
As I stood there considering whether even bothering to answer such a ridiculous question would make me stupider in real time—
“Theodore, you mustn’t be rude.”
A gentle voice drifted from behind Theodore, soft but firm in correction.
I turned toward the sound.
Standing a pace away from the doorway was a boy with his golden hair neatly pinned up.
‘Edward Croyman?’
“Brother—yes, Brother.”
Theodore flinched, his body tensing as if drawing inward.

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