The Blue Dragon Clan’s Very Suspicious Little Chick - Chapter 30

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Chapter 30

Some are simply born with different vessels. This was the moment that phrase made perfect sense.
Uicheon could only nod in acknowledgment.
“I see. The Summoning and that long journey must have exhausted you. Rest now.”
Tae-o answered with a bright smile, showing no trace of fatigue whatsoever.
“Yes, Father.”
The last time he’d been summoned, he’d collapsed in utter exhaustion and fallen asleep—yet now, after only a few practice attempts, it seemed he’d already adapted to it.
Uicheon was grateful he’d thought to swear Tae-gyeong to silence.
Tae-o was still too young to have such extraordinary gifts become known to the world.
Uicheon felt a creeping dread—the fear that one day, as an aging father, he might not be able to protect his young son.

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A month later, Hui and Suryeon finally returned to the Blue Dragon Palace from the Imperial Capital.
The brothers had arrived a full week later than scheduled—the reason being the sudden passing of the Empress.
The young Empress had departed this life, leaving behind only the Prince, who had barely passed his second birthday.
Aran suspected this same tragedy had likely occurred in her past life too, though her memories from that distant childhood were nearly nonexistent.
Raised as she’d been in Ok-dan’s care, the news from the Imperial Capital had likely never reached her at all.
“Big brother! Little brother…!”
Aran fluttered her wings excitedly beside the returning twins.
“Chirp!”
(Brothers…!)
Still, when would she ever get a human form?
This past month had been impossibly lonely—not a single person she could truly talk to.
“Oh my, look how much Yeon and Min have grown! And Aran—let me see…!”
Hui swept the twins into his arms before releasing them, then placed Aran on his palm.
But Suryeon snatched her away in one smooth motion, holding her snugly in his grip.
“Chirpie doesn’t need to grow. She’s absolutely perfect as she is right now. Isn’t that right, Aran?”
“Chirp?”
(Brother, I’ve already been outside the palace and everything.)
Hui, who’d been pestered by the twins climbing up his back, looked startled at this revelation.
“What? You haven’t been going out alone, have you?”
“Chirp.”
(Of course not. I went with the training master.)
Hui seemed reassured by her answer, letting out a breath of relief.
He gently pried the twins away and smiled.
“Yeon, Min—let me go see your father first, then I’ll play with you.”
“Would you like to play hide-and-seek with me while the older brothers are away?”
Sorim smoothly stepped in to capture the children’s attention.
While the twins were distracted, Aran fluttered up and perched lightly on Hui’s shoulder.
This past month had taught her just how much she cherished him.
“Well, Aran. Your brothers need to greet your father first, so…”
“Chirp chirp!”
(Big brother, loyalty, loyalty! Do you know how hard this month was with no one to talk to?!)
Hui burst out laughing.
“So you’ve finally learned how precious your older brother is? But still, there’s something I need to tell Father…”
Suryeon cut in, taking Aran’s side.
“Just let it go, brother. It’s not like Chirpie’s going to spread the word anyway.”
“True, but…”
“Chirp!”
(Big brother, my lips are sealed tight as a vault!)
When Aran awkwardly mimicked Yeon’s manner of speaking and persisted in her appeal, even Hui couldn’t help but smile wryly.
“It’s not even that interesting of a story…”
“If it gets boring halfway through, I’ll just fly away, okay Chirpie?”
“Chirp!”
(Yes!)
And so Aran managed to slip into the patriarch’s chamber after all.

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Aran sat perched on Hui’s shoulder, listening to the tale of the Empress’s funeral held in the Imperial City.
The funeral itself and the gossip about other Spirit Palaces were, as Hui had said, hardly worth hearing.
Aran, who despised anything to do with the imperial court, was already beginning to regret following along and started scheming her escape.
Then Hui spoke, after a low sigh.
“The Prince’s melancholy seems to run terribly deep, Father. I confess myself worried.”
Cheongun nodded in agreement.
“How could it be otherwise? Scarcely more than two years have passed since his second birthday, and the Emperor is hardly a man of tenderness…….”
Wait—a prince born a year before Aran, then.
Oh. So that prince was…….
Aran’s ears perked up at last, and this time it was Suryeon who ventured to speak.
“At the funeral, he suddenly threw himself at the coffin and clung to it so violently the ceremony nearly had to stop. When a physician rushed over to calm him…….”
When Suryeon faltered and could not go on, Cheongun tilted his head questioningly.
“Rushed over to calm him?”
Then Hui glanced sidelong at Aran and spoke in a lower voice.
“He bit the physician’s hand so badly it bled……. While we remained in the Imperial City, weeping and screams never ceased from the Prince’s Palace.”
“To that degree?”
As Cheongun asked gravely, Hui’s expression grew even darker.
“The Imperial City imposed strict silence on the guests, but it seems impossible to truly seal every mouth…….”
“Did you observe him closely?”
“To outward appearance, he seemed merely a young Yellow Dragon. But now he channels all his sorrow into rage, making conversation nearly impossible.”
Cheongun fell silent in thought before asking again.
“Did the Western Lord attend the funeral himself?”
The reason for asking specifically about the Western Lord was surely that the spiritual power of the White Tiger Beastkin ran particularly strong.
Hui answered with a quiet affirmation.
“Yes.”
“And the Western Lord saw the Prince?”
“Yes.”
While he lost himself in silent deliberation, the years of the empire’s history spun backward in Aran’s mind.
In her past life, Aran had lived longer than anyone, yet she remembered only one Emperor.
The tyrant Je Geon-u.
Because he ascended to the throne around the time she came of age, and like her he had lived an age, and plunged the empire into an abyss of terror.
Je Geon-u had no siblings—which meant this very prince would grow into that tyrant, didn’t it?
“Chirp.”
(No, no. Stop thinking about it.)
Aran fluttered her wings without thinking and squeezed her eyes shut.
She didn’t want to do that again.
The world perished even as she flew about ceaselessly with wet feathers, tending to her people.
She had known even then that the tyrant Je Geon-u was the cause.
The emperors of the realm inherited from ages past an extraordinary power called Imperial Mandate.
So long as the Emperor wielded Imperial Mandate, the Spirit Palaces had to obey him, and thus no one could have saved the world.
Not even the Blue Dragon who summoned rain.
……Stop thinking about it.
As Aran, you’ve already done all you could do.
What else could account for why even Heaven itself opened its gates? It was a world she could not save, despite efforts that even the divine would admire.
This land is beyond redemption. Just abandon it and return to the Celestial Realm…….
At that moment, Hui burst into quiet laughter before his solemn father.
“Hmm?”
“Oh, forgive me, Father. Aran’s chirping at you to stop worrying about the Prince.”
“What’s this?”
Ha—ha—ha, Cheongun too paused in his worry and broke into laughter.
She hadn’t been telling him to stop thinking, exactly…….
Aran gazed quietly at Cheongun’s smiling face.
In her hundred years of past life, she had never met a man of such integrity.
A man who chose to become a father to her, deficient and awkward as she was.
When Je Geon-u, already mad from the age of two, eventually gained the power of Imperial Mandate, even this gentle Blue Dragon would become his puppet.
And then a thought struck her without warning.
If saving a continent kneaded by an Emperor wielding Imperial Mandate was impossible, perhaps wringing the neck of a small tyrant in his cradle was not?
That one hasn’t obtained the power of the Eonryeong yet.
Though this body will find it rather tedious…….
“Come here, my little one.”
Cheongun had no idea that his youngest harbored such troubling thoughts as he reached out his hand to Aran.
As she went to take it, his large hand stroked her tenderly.
“Are you jealous because Father worries about the Prince? Of course, you are the one I worry about most, my dear Aran.”
Oh, what idle words you speak.
Yet Aran had grown so accustomed to the lukewarm warmth of the Blue Dragon Clan that she arrived at this conclusion nonetheless.
She did not wish to see that arrogant madman use the Eonryeong and sully Cheongun’s hand.
“Chirp.”
(Don’t worry, Father. I’ll handle everything.)
Hahahaha—Hui burst out laughing, clutching his belly.
With tears pooling at the corners of his eyes, he translated Aran’s words, and Suryeon and Cheongun laughed warmly alongside him.
Aran watched them with satisfaction and let her mind wander.
I wonder if my Crimson Flame Twin Blades are still safe……?
The Curious Youngest of the Blue Dragon Clan — Episode 30
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