The Blue Dragon Clan’s Very Suspicious Little Chick - Chapter 14

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Episode 14

“What are you doing?”
Aran found herself stammering, unable to offer any response to the boy’s cold words.
Of course, even if she had answered, he wouldn’t have understood her anyway.
Cheong Suryeon began his assault unilaterally.
“Isn’t it enough that you’ve crawled into someone else’s home and play the youngest for free? Do you need to break a leg or something to get more attention?”
Well, now that he mentioned it like that.
“Chirp!”
(Hey!)
The moment Aran let out a sharp cry, one of Suryeon’s perfectly straight brows arched upward.
“What is it, you? What right do you have to be angry? Heard you were going on about Flight Training or some nonsense with that tiny body of yours — so why in the world would you practice on a stone path? Are you made of stone?”
Made of stone?
In all fifty years of Aran’s memory, she had never been spoken to like this!
Aran froze in shock, but Suryeon pressed on without regard for her reaction.
“Don’t tell me you were experimenting — seeing whether you’d break or the ground would when you collided with stone?”
This is infuriating.
Aran trembled with exasperation, her whole body quaking.
At that, Suryeon — who had been scowling moments before — suddenly stepped back in alarm.
“Wait, what? You’re not hurt from that fall, are you? I thought I’d kept you from getting hurt, but…….”
Kept her from getting hurt?
Now that she thought about it, the descent just now had been absurdly slow.
Had Cheong Suryeon used his Special Ability?
Why? He’d been protesting for half a year that he couldn’t accept a bird as the youngest member.
Just as Aran was trying to fathom the inscrutable mood of the second Azure Dragon, Sorim came rushing up in a flurry.
“Young lady! You’ve ventured all the way out here on your own?”
As expected, the servants Aran had passed earlier must have reported her whereabouts.
Sorim caught sight of Suryeon beside Aran and bowed respectfully.
“Young master, I see you’ve encountered the young lady.”
“Encountered?”
Suryeon’s expression hardened as though he’d received a grave misunderstanding.
“You have a peculiar way with words, don’t you. I merely ‘discovered’ this bird by chance. More precisely, I witnessed this foolish creature about to bash her head into stone.”
What kind of dreadful mouth was this?
How on earth did such a dragon end up in Mother’s Eastern Azure Dragon Palace?
Unlike Aran, whose mind had gone blank at his outrageous words, Sorim focused solely on the information Suryeon provided.
“Oh my, truly? Goodness, our Aran, young lady — are you hurt?”
“Aran…….”
(No.)
Without the strength to say more, Aran simply shook her head.
Even if she explained how Cheong Suryeon had stopped her fall with his Wind Ability, Sorim wouldn’t believe her anyway.
Aran herself wasn’t entirely certain it hadn’t been her imagination.
Or was it really just a mistake on her part?
Standing before the confused Aran, Suryeon replied irritably.
“Have her see the Physician. It’s true that this creature seems overly fragile, but she shouldn’t be seeking others’ attention through weakness, should she?”
“Ah…… Young master, you see…….”
Sorim had just begun to come to Aran’s defense when—
Suryeon cut her off and spun around sharply.
“I was heading to the Training Ground anyway. I’ll take my leave.”
With that, he strode away, his footfalls so heavy it seemed he meant to shatter every stone beneath him.
“Chirp-chirp.”
(The ground’s going to split clean open if he keeps walking like that.)
As Aran shook her head in disapproval, Sorim gently lifted her into her arms and spoke softly.
“It’s only because of his adolescence, you see. Our kind and good young lady should forgive him with patience.”
Adolescence?
That’s really all it was — just adolescence?
“Chirp-chirp-chirp.”
(Sorim, your words are pretty harsh yourself.)
But Aran knew the truth.
Beyond adolescence, that child had lost her mother just half a year ago.
Aran watched Suryeon’s retreating figure fade into the distance, her blue hair drifting on the wind, her expression tinged with bitterness.

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“Young miss, do you have any pain anywhere?”
Aran, who had come for another examination thanks to the unexpected interference, shook her head firmly at the Physician’s question.
“Chirp.”
(Not at all.)
The Physician carefully felt along Aran’s legs, then gently spread her two wings to inspect them.
He peeled back both of her eyelids in turn, and even pried open her beak to examine inside her mouth.
Finding no trace of illness or injury despite all this, the Physician finally reached his conclusion.
“Well, you appear quite healthy to me today.”
“Is that so?”
Sorim tilted her head in confusion.
“But the second young master said he distinctly saw the young miss strike her head on the stone path.”
More accurately, he said he saw the moment she was about to strike it.
Somehow the message had gotten garbled in Sorim’s retelling.
“Strike her head?”
The bewildered Physician examined Aran’s round head once more.
No matter how he looked, it was perfectly fine.
“From what I can see, you seem quite well. Perhaps the young master was mistaken.”
“I suppose…”
Sorim concluded that Suryeon must have been mistaken, seeing Aran’s flight training from a distance.
Suryeon still disliked Aran so much that he didn’t hesitate to take a long detour to avoid the tiny chick.
“In any case, since you’re here, why don’t we do a poultice treatment once more?”
“Chirp?”
(A poultice?)
A hundred-year-old Phoenix would never refuse such a good treatment. The Azure Dragon Palace had everything—except hot springs.
“Tweet.”
(Ah, yes-please.)
Aran nestled herself into the warm towel and thought about Suryeon.
The boy born alongside his twin siblings, yet unable to accept as family a chick of an entirely different species.
Of course, being born within the Azure Dragon Palace was an extraordinary stroke of fortune for Aran.
That all the palace servants silently accepted her according to the Household Head’s will was a gift she had never dared hope for.
So even knowing that Suryeon refused to acknowledge her as family, she had done her best to pretend otherwise.
Because she had to survive.
A young Phoenix who couldn’t yet fly and had not yet gained a human form desperately needed a home and protection.
“Cheep.”
(So don’t interfere, Cheong Suryeon.)
Aran recalled the earth-brown eyes that had glared at her, and her resolve for flight training hardened even further.
“Chirp-chirp.”
(The faster I fly, the sooner I can leave this palace—or stay, as needed.)
The guilt she felt toward the thirteen-year-old boy, she pushed down deep into her chest.
There was no point in awkwardly trying to ease his heart.
If she truly meant her apology to Suryeon, the best course was to grow quickly and leave this place. It was the natural way of things.
If she could no longer see Cheong Un and Hui, the twins who had given her a heart and a name, it would certainly be sorrowful—but this was the Azure Dragon Palace, and she was a Phoenix.
Aran understood this truth very well.
There was no need for anyone to teach her something she didn’t already know.

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Had her resolve finally reached someone?
The next day, following Sorim to the stone path from before, Aran found several quilted blankets laid out in a row on the ground.
“How is it, young miss? You won’t hurt yourself practicing here now, will you?”
The thought of running across the soft blankets made her sigh, but Aran couldn’t bring herself to shake her head.
Sorim’s brown eyes were sparkling with the unmistakable pride of someone who thought she’d done well.
“Cheep.”
(Good, you tried hard.)
Aran nodded, and so the practice began again.
But gaining enough speed on the soft quilted blanket to run for long enough proved far too difficult.
“Chirp! Chirp!”
(Huff! Huff! This is hard!)
After several failed attempts, Aran devised a new training method: launching herself from the Stone Path and crashing down onto the blanket.
Sorim seemed to think this approach was worth trying, and rather than obstruct her, encouraged enthusiastically.
“Come on, come on! Our little Aran, you can do it! One, two—!”
The loud cheering drew as many palace attendants as had gathered for her first steps long ago, all coming to watch Aran’s flight training.
“Peep…….”
(Honestly, how embarrassing…….)
Aran straightened her posture, grumbling despite herself.
Worried that Cheong Un might appear from somewhere to scold her, she kept the preparatory scraping motion against the ground minimal.
She gave her feathers a quick shake, then—pitter-patter-pitter!
A refreshing autumn breeze swept pleasantly across her face.
Aran kicked off hard with her feet and launched skyward.
“Wow……!”
Despite the cheers from the crowd around her, she had risen only a tiny bit from the ground.
“Chirp.”
(Ahem.)
Aran crashed directly into the blanket Sorim had laid out, then rose with an embarrassed expression and pattered back to the starting point.
“Peep.”
(Okay, this time a bit higher.)
To gain greater thrust, she simply had to run faster.
Pitter-patter-pitter-patter-pitter!
Aran ran faster.
Her feathers swept back and her wings naturally began to rise.
Just as the flapping was about to continue, she stumbled—!
Her delicate feet couldn’t match the increased speed, and for a moment she lost her balance.
The Azure Dragon Clan’s Peculiar Young Phoenix — Episode 14
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