The Blue Dragon Clan’s Very Suspicious Little Chick - Chapter 19

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Episode 19

Huirim read aloud with clear, measured words, but Aran, who could read, had already finished the letter and was marveling at something else entirely.
“Chirp?!”
(Good heavens, what is this? Look how much her handwriting has improved!)
Huirim, oblivious to Aran’s comment, smiled and folded the letter away into the chest.
“Would there truly be anyone among the direct Spirit Beings of Hyeonmu who feels the cold? Yet I’ve never once heard that any of them yielded their Black Fleece.”
As Aran descended to the floor and drew near the wool, Sorim carefully picked it up and draped it over her.
“How is it, young lady? Warm, isn’t it?”
“Chirrup.”
(Wonderfully warm…. So Hyeonmu Palace had such a treasure all along?)
Now, that rascal Tae-o—he must have learned from the god that she’d look after me.
The little schemer is already offering bribes?
“Chirp chirp.”
(Well, I was freezing anyway, so it worked out nicely.)
Hyeonmu Palace, which monopolized Ice Jade and Ice Crystal, was wealthy enough that surrendering a single fleece hardly mattered.
Aran, satisfied, buried her face in the Black Fleece.
“Chirrup.”
(Tae-o, I’ll have to wait a bit longer. I won’t be able to fly far until spring comes.)

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The following spring.
The twins brought necklaces they’d received as birthday gifts to Aran’s room to show them off.
“Aran, look at this. Mine is sky blue, and theirs is jade green.”
“Chirp?!”
(They’re both beautiful! Leaf-shaped, aren’t they?)
At Aran’s response, Yeon Nakyeong’s expression darkened briefly before returning to normal before anyone could notice.
Then she lifted the necklace high and blew gently at it.
The leaf-shaped pendants hanging from the string swayed and struck each other, producing a soft, delicate sound.
Ting, ting.
“Chirp chirp!”
(Wow, what a beautiful sound!)
“You can hear it too, Aran? They say new Spirit Beings hear sounds better than we do.”
Aran stifled a laugh to herself.
For some time now, Yeon Nakyeong’s Beast Speech ability had been fading. It was only natural—nearly a year had passed since she’d gained a human body.
Yet whether from frustration or worry about saddening Aran, Yeon Nakyeong had been struggling to hide the fact ever since.
No matter how hard she tried, it was no use.
“Chirrup.”
(Yeon, it’s not your fault that you can’t understand my voice anymore.)
Aran spoke as if to comfort her, but Yeon Nakyeong’s expression only grew more rigid.
The longer sentence had apparently made it even harder to comprehend.
Just then, servants entered carrying refreshments.
“Young lady, young masters! Delicious peach blossom Hwajeon, served fresh!”
On a large plate sat abundant Hwajeon for the twins, while on a small saucer lay modest portions, cut to bean-size, for Aran.
Sweet Honey Water was also prepared for them to share.
“Ooh, looks delicious!”
Simple-hearted Min rushed at it first, but Yeon Nakyeong’s expression remained unmoved.
Sorim, watching, smiled with a sigh and spoke.
“It’s all right, young master. If you don’t possess a Special Ability, it’s only natural you can’t understand Beast Speech. The fact that you’ve understood the young lady’s words all this time is already remarkable.”
“Chirp.”
(The instructor is right.)
Aran quickly agreed, but Yeon Nakyeong’s eyes reddened as if caught in a fault, and she began to tremble with tears.
“I’m so frustrated and helpless. I wish I could just go back to my dragon form.”
“You mustn’t ever say such things, young master.”
Sorim shook her head with gravity.
“You know that dragon Spirit Beings and Hyeonmu Spirit Beings cannot live in their true forms. Resorting carelessly to True Form Transformation cuts away years from your life.”
It was sound wisdom, as always.
Unless life itself hung in the balance, there was no reason to assume that form at all.
Expending one’s vital force in that state for prolonged periods could mean death.
Sorim patted Yeon Nakyeong’s downturned face and smiled faintly.
“What’s troubling you? You only have to wait a little longer. You did remember that the young lady’s birthday is next week, didn’t you?”
Min, who until then had barely listened to Yeon Nakyeong’s worries and instead swallowed hwajeon after hwajeon, clapped her hands and broke in.
“I can’t wait for Aran to get a body! Will her hair be white, or red?”
Only then did Yeon Nakyeong’s face brighten, and she turned to Sorim with a question.
“Aran, will you really get a body next week? Then we can talk again, can’t we?”
“Of course!”
Unaware of Aran’s own anxieties, Sorim simply affirmed everything to soothe Yeon Nakyeong.
“In all my years of knowing her, I have never once seen the lady’s words prove false!”
Aran found herself in considerable distress.
There were always warning signs before a spirit being obtained a human body, yet now there were no hints whatsoever.
The expectation that she would suddenly gain a human form within a week was entirely unfounded.
“Chirp……?”
(These people… they’re going to be so disappointed. What do I do?)
Part of her wanted to hide away in some mountain hermitage until the day she finally obtained a human body, but such escape was not possible.
Yet her birthday drew ever nearer.

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In the north, Hyeonmu Palace.
Tae-o, dressed in charcoal-grey silk robes and sitting with perfect posture, had grown by the height of his head in the half year since before, and was beautiful as the finest ceramic a master potter had ever shaped with utmost devotion in his lifetime.
The child already spoke like a fully grown boy, wrote in perfect script, and could run little differently from an adult.
And Hyeonmu, who commanded beasts and water, had manifested a power beyond his ordinary abilities—a special ability he had only recently awakened.
“Huh.”
As he breathed gently over the teacup, his one jade-green eye gleamed distinctly.
Where Tae-o’s breath touched the water, a thin film of ice formed, then scattered.
“Huh.”
This time, thicker still.
It was said that Hyeonmu Palace had once possessed the Ice Freezing ability, yet the actual ancestors who held this power were exceedingly rare—almost relegated to legend.
Yet just recently, the youngest child, not even a year old, had awakened that very power.
Among the astonished family members, only Hyeon Uicheon, the eldest, beamed with satisfaction, while Tae-o showed little joy despite the flood of praise that descended upon him.
Still, from that day onward, he did amuse himself by freezing water as a pastime.
“Huh!”
Then, suddenly, came a sharp crack.
His concentration had wavered, and the teacup froze solid, shattering into three jagged pieces.
Tae-o showed no alarm, merely furrowing his brow.
As the ceramic shards rolled across the table, a maidservant who had been tidying a nearby room started in fright and rushed over.
“Young master, are you all right? You haven’t been hurt?”
Tae-o glanced up at her briefly, then shook his head.
“I’m fine.”
“Even so, let me have a look.”
The moment the maidservant reached for the child’s hand.
Tae-o irritably jerked his hand away from hers.
It was merely a reflexive recoil against the warmth of another’s body heat, which he found repellent—nothing deliberate.
“Ahhh!”
The maidservant cried out in agony and collapsed where she stood.
It seemed he had unleashed his power without knowing it.
In an instant, her lips had split and cracked; frost gathered on the eyelashes of the prostrate maidservant.
Hearing the commotion, guards came running.
As Tae-o stared down at the collapsed maidservant with a bewildered expression, someone checked her pulse.
“Her breathing is shallow, though her life has not fled. Send for a physician at once—!”
Several servants entered and carried the maidservant away; Tae-o sat motionless before the broken cup.

***

Moments later, Lady Yeon Nakyeong, the lord’s wife, entered in place of the terrified maidservants.
She rarely left her chambers due to lingering complications from childbirth, yet for her to appear now meant the situation was grave indeed.
“…Child, are you hurt?”
This was already the third time she’d asked a similar question.
Tae-o, thoroughly irritated, answered in a cold voice.
“No.”
Yeon Nakyeong closed her mouth briefly, then spoke again.
“Then, do you know about injuring the maid of your palace?”
Tae-o looked up at his mother with eyes that were green on one side only.
“That girl had the audacity to lay her clammy hands on me.”
His tone was confident, as though he bore no fault whatsoever.
The Blue Dragon House’s Questionable Little Bird — Chapter 19
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