The Blue Dragon Clan’s Very Suspicious Little Chick - Chapter 15

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Chapter 15

The moment the small chick’s body tilted sharply to one side, a sudden gust swept through—whoosh!
Wind from nowhere caught Aran’s balance and righted her before she tumbled.
“Peep…?”
(Hmm…?)
Aran steadied herself after the sudden loss of momentum and tilted her head in confusion.
Was there another Cheongun here somewhere?
The question lingered, but there were far too many spectators.
It was then that Sorim continued cheering without a care.
“Our young mistress is doing wonderfully!”
She appeared not to have noticed that Aran had nearly fallen.
Or perhaps she chose to overlook it.
“Chirp, chirp.”
(Lucky. I nearly got dragged off to the physician again.)
Aran pressed on with her training, assured.
But the same thing happened several more times after that.
“Peep, peep…”
(Something’s odd…)
In truth, even in her past life, Aran had often felt as though the heavens were watching over her.
It usually happened when biting wind howled or snow fell.
Then she had not understood why, but after she heard the voice of the divine, she could infer that he had been observing her for quite some time.
But the wind blowing now was only gentle, and it confused her.
“Chirp?”
(Is Cheongun here again, truly?)
It was then that Aran’s gaze caught on a distant, flickering crown.
“Peep-yah!”
(The crown!)
It meant Cheongun was here.
Because of her excessively keen hearing, she normally wore the crown to block out noise.
“Chirp, peep-squawk.”
(Then that’s settled—Daijoo is here.)
With Cheongun present, it was entirely possible for her to summon wind so skillfully that no one would suspect a thing, all to aid Aran.
Only then could Aran let go of the thought of training.
“Peep-squawk.”
(Thank you, Mother.)
After that, she threw herself into her practice until one edge of the sky burned crimson.

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“Wow!”
A month later, when Aran finally managed to fly a short distance, Yeon clapped her hands with delight.
“You’re doing so well, Arani! It’s absolutely amazing!”
Having taken a human form, she rarely used Human Transformation, yet even if she became a dragon, Yeon could fly just as easily—and still she spoke this way.
“Peep, peep.”
(See? When this body sets its mind to it, I can do this much.)
As Aran preened at Yeon’s side, the latter glanced toward Sorim.
“Master Sorim, since she can fly, surely Arani isn’t completely a baby anymore, yes?”
“Chirp?”
(Hmm?)
While Aran cocked her head, bewildered, Yeon clasped her cute little hands together before her chest and pressed on.
“Please, please! I promise I’ll be perfectly well-behaved!”
Spirited Sorim let out a sigh, uncharacteristically.
“Young Master Yeon would certainly be well-behaved! But Young Master Min would not be!”
“But Min’s older brother is supposed to take care of him. So that’s fine, right? Yes?”
“Chirp?”
(Where are you trying to go, Yeon?)
Aran asked belatedly, and Yeon answered at once.
“Hey, Aran! There’s a festival happening outside the palace today!”
“A festival?”
(A festival?)
“Yeah! The Twin Dragon Festival, I think? Anyway, it sounds amazing! There’s a Rain Calling Ritual, theater performances, so much to see! And they’re selling all kinds of food!”
Aran had heard of the Twin Dragon Festival in Cheongyong Territory before.
It was a festival born from a rather romantic legend—two lovers who never found each other in life became dragons and ascended to heaven together.
“Please, Mother! We’ve never once left the palace!”
Aran simply blinked as she watched Yeon whine for once.
It made perfect sense that a Phoenix, who could only gain a human form after the First Year of Life, spent her infancy confined within the palace walls—yet dragons found such things curious.
Sorim sighed again, looking down into Yeon’s gleaming eyes.
“The clan leader will be busy with the Rain Calling Ritual. We shouldn’t go and get in the way…”
Just then, Hui appeared, holding Min’s hand.
“I’ve already received Father’s permission, Sorim.”
“Wow, brother…!”
As Yeon threw herself into his embrace, Hui effortlessly lifted his youngest sister while still keeping a firm grip on Min’s hand.
“It’s a perfect opportunity for a first outing.”
Sorim nodded at Hui’s words, resigned.
“Well then, there’s nothing for it. Let’s prepare quickly. We’ll be late for the Rain Calling Ritual if we dawdle.”

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That same afternoon.
Aran stood at the front of the dense crowd and heard the solemn sound of a drum.
Boom, boom.
On the riverside, which seemed oddly silent save for that sound, Cheongun standing in the distance looked like a different person altogether.
Over her long, flowing robes of deep blue, her hair—which held a greenish sheen—moved like willow leaves in the wind.
In her pale, earthy eyes, there was none of her usual hint of warmth.
“As a descendant of the Blue Dragon, I declare:”
As he spoke, his voice—strange and resonant—rang out sharply across the waters.
“Let the river’s breath caress this land.”
The annual Rain Calling Ritual of Cheongyong Territory had begun.
Aran could not help but recall the final day of her past life.
Had the clan leader of that time failed to summon rain? Or had he summoned it, only for the flames to prove stronger?
While Aran sat on Sorim’s lap and remembered that day, the ritual continued.
Beneath the clear sky, the umbrellas held aloft by the crowd stood in neat rows, like pearls, making the scene appear like a painting.
Finally, Cheongun raised both arms.
“Great Dragon, I beseech you—answer us.”
The deep-colored sleeves that had flowed like ripples began to lift slowly as the wind caught them.
A whistling sound grew louder.
The Phoenix’s sensitive body felt the thickening weight of the air and shuddered slightly.
The robes of those standing before the altar fluttered in different directions.
As all eyes naturally turned skyward, clouds began to gather slowly.
One piece, two pieces…
As the lightly layered white clouds gradually took on depth, the sky slowly darkened.
In the now-dark sky, a faint crackle of electricity sparked for a moment.
Whoooosh.
A sudden downpour began to fall.
“Waaaaah!”
Cheers erupted from all sides.
The faith of the people, standing with umbrellas raised beneath what had been a cloudless sky, had been proven real.
In the cooling air, Sorim’s hand drew Aran close.
Yet in this moment, Aran felt no cold at all. She gazed, entranced, at the Blue Dragon Ability she was witnessing up close for the first time.
With eyes fixed upon Cheongun, who stood with her eyes closed beneath the dark sky, Aran thought once more of why the heavens had returned her to Cheongyong Palace.
That this land would desperately need a Blue Dragon.

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Boom!
A large drum sounded, and as smoke erupted, mist spread across the stage.
As the tall poles on both sides were lifted simultaneously, a dragon’s head rose up. The small lanterns embedded like eyes glowed brilliantly as they swayed.
“Ascension!”
The play had reached its crescendo.
As the long dragon’s body rose into view, blue silk and golden cloth swept through the air in wild gusts of wind.
The drums thundered like madness, and the gong clashed through the gathering dusk.
As spectators threw their hats and cloaks into the fray, the whole crowd seemed to transform into performers, creating a sight to behold.
Among them, the twin dragons were having the most spectacular time of all.
“Brother, let me throw things too!”
The mischievous one whined, and Hui tossed the child high into the air before catching them firmly.
A bright blue head of hair flew upward, then came down with an adorable little bounce.
Then the usually quiet one stretched both arms out as well.
“Throw me!”
When Hui tossed them up, Aran got excited too and soared alongside.
“Chirp-chirp.”
(My, the Cheongyong Territory certainly knows how to have fun.)
Hui was too caught up keeping the younger ones entertained to hear Aran’s elderly-sounding remark.
Just as Sorim reached out her hand warmly, watching Aran revel in the joy, the blue silk swept low across the audience section.
“Whooooaaa!”
Aran flapped her wings among the cheering crowd, but the heavy silk dragged her backward into the back rows.
“Little mistress!”
As Sorim called out in alarm, the wind suddenly shifted direction.
Light-bodied as she was, Aran naturally drifted back to the front.
“Oh dear, we must be careful. Stay still and don’t fly about.”
Sorim steadied Aran and carefully placed her on her shoulder.
“Chirp.”
(Fair enough.)
She was far too old a chick to cause mischief just because she was having a bit of fun.
Aran settled down to watch the rest of the show.
The stagecraft moving the dragon was fascinating, and watching the twins play with such abandon was delightful.
Through the chaos of the festival, the play rushed toward its finale.
Fireworks exploded, and the roaring cheers grew louder.
The percussion instruments wailed so fiercely it seemed to split the ears.
Aran’s attention was briefly stolen by the paper flowers raining down from the sky like heavy snow, then she startled back to awareness when someone jostled Sorim.
“Chirp-chirp.”
(Goodness, what a whirlwind. It’s been so long since I’ve been to a festival like this.)
The actors on stage bowed to signal the play’s end.
As the applause poured down and everyone began to leave the outdoor stage, it happened.
“Mother, who’s that?”
Aran looked down at the unfamiliar voice.
A small child with hair as pale as a kite string was gazing up at her.
“Chirp?”
(And who might you be?)
Aran was about to chirp back with amusement when she turned to look at Sorim—and froze.
She’d been certain it was Sorim—!
But when she came to her senses, she was perched on the shoulder of a stranger.
The Blue Dragon Clan’s Peculiar Chick — Episode 15
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