The Blue Dragon Clan’s Very Suspicious Little Chick - Chapter 6

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Episode 6

In the warm room where two people who couldn’t seem to understand each other were lounging about, a soft knock sounded at the door.
Tap, tap.
Then Hwi’s voice followed.
“Teacher, are you there? It’s Hwi. I’ve brought Yeon.”
“Hm?”
(Yeon?)
Aran’s eyes widened at the name of the Cheongryong Clan’s youngest member, whom she had only heard about in rumor.
Now that she thought about it, those dragon folk were hopelessly uncouth from childhood on. If that one suddenly came at her, would she be able to dodge?
Well, this body can ascend to heaven whenever it pleases, so there’s no real harm done. But the little one does pique my curiosity.
With an eager gaze fixed on the door, Hwi entered carrying a young dragon and set it down before Aran.
“Hello, Aran.”
Following Hwi, the young dragon greeted her.
“Squeee…….”
(Hello……)
Aran gazed at the dragon, which was only very slightly larger than herself, with fascination.
Dragon folk had a particularly short Infancy Period among their kind.
Moreover, once they passed through that Infancy Period and obtained a human form, they seldom took on a dragon’s shape at all.
This meant Aran had not encountered a young dragon in a hundred years.
The baby dragon before her was small as an adult man’s hands spread wide; its skin was a beautiful sky blue, and its eyes were a tender brown like Cheong Woon’s.
Its hairless, smooth wings were tiny but appeared sturdy, and each time it opened its mouth, she could see a surprisingly large number of small teeth.
“Chirp.”
(Oh, you can speak.)
Hwi interjected softly at Aran’s words.
“Yes, Aran. Yeon has learned to speak a little, so I brought her along. Min is still too busy running around to have learned anything at all.”
At that, the baby dragon made a small sound.
“Squee……, whine.”
(Can’t run…… not yet.)
Was it embarrassed about that?
Near its sky-blue rear, a blunt tail was coiled like a grape vine.
The spikes at the tip of the tail that would eventually grow fierce and jagged were still underdeveloped, round as dewdrops.
What, this little one? She’s far too cute.
Aran’s heart thundered.
She suddenly understood a little of what Seong Sorim had felt when he’d gotten a nosebleed in her presence.
“Peep.”
(You’re cute so it’s okay.)
Yeon tilted her head as if she didn’t quite understand Aran’s words.
The dewdrop-like tail tilted in the same direction as well.
I’m done for…….
I never knew a baby dragon could be this cute. These hundred years of life have been wasted…….
Aran placed one wing over her chest and took a deep breath, worried her fragile body might succumb to heart failure.
Then Yeon’s eyes widened and she spoke haltingly.
“Kuroo…….”
(So you’re the prettiest……)
“Peep?”
(What do you mean?)
“Squee, whine……?”
(Because you’re… the cutest……?)
How could that be?
Even if this body has become somewhat cute, surely not more than you……?
Just as their slow conversation had barely progressed that far, Hwi suddenly burst in and embraced them both.
“Just kill me now, you two…….”
Why are you like this?
Hwi’s face had gone red, and he was breathing heavily—it was alarming.
“Squee…….”
(Oh……)
Aran sighed.
There were only two of them who could speak the same language, and yet communication still wasn’t flowing smoothly.
Turning her gaze, Seong Sorim stood pressed against the wall, and for some reason, blood was trickling from his nose again.
Again?
That one’s just hopelessly frail, that’s all.

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Several days later.
Aran had abandoned her cozy quarters and was now floundering about in the early-summer garden.
“Pant, pant…….”
The Phoenix, being a winged creature, found walking difficult.
Her legs were thin and her neck was long, making it hard to keep her balance.
Here she was, a dragon herself, and yet she had no idea how to walk properly!
Seong Sorim, who bore the title of instructor in name only, called out again.
“One, two!”
Waddle, waddle.
Aran flapped her short wings and barely managed to steady herself enough to take a single step, when…….
“Squeak-squawk.”
(Oh, I’m dying.)
She promptly sat her rump on the ground and wailed miserably.
But Aran was not alone in her suffering.
“Two, two!”
At the command that followed, a baby dragon with oversized wings flapped awkwardly in pursuit.
“Croo……rooo.”
(Big sister, this is so hard…….)
Wait—dragons didn’t need nursemaids, did they?
Cheong Yeon was so exhausted that the sky-blue sheen had nearly vanished from her face, leaving her looking almost like a White Dragon.
Yet Aran’s turn came around again in no time.
“Three, two!”
Aran shrieked in exasperation.
“Screech-!”
(Hey, that’s not how a nursemaid is supposed to act! You’ve got this all wrong—!)
But Seong Sorim pressed on, urging the baby dragon who was barely keeping her feet on the ground.
“Four, two!”
Well, that was because, like everyone else in this palace, Sorim couldn’t understand Sign Language.
“Huff, huff…….”
Yeon followed along with another step, her small blue tongue lolling out, her teardrop tail wagging limply from side to side.
“Croon…….”
(Big brother is watching…….)
So what the two of them really needed right now was Cheong Hwui.
But the only dragon who could understand speech was so capable and so busy as the eldest that she was rarely available…….
“Whiiing…….”
(Sister…… I’m so tired…….)
Tsk, poor thing.
Aran clucked her tongue in sympathy for Yeon, even as she herself struggled and stumbled.
Because the fact that she had regressed often slipped her mind, the fourth dragon as she saw her was simply adorable.
Moreover, unlike Cheong Hwui, who was renowned in Aran’s memory as a magnificent dragon, Yeon’s name was unfamiliar to her.
Cheong Yeon, Cheong Yeon……..
She seemed like nothing special—just an ordinary sort of dragon.
So why shouldn’t a great Phoenix like herself look after a young dragon?
She had nothing else to do anyway.
In any case, the two of them had spent the last several days practicing their steps with an unnecessarily harsh nursemaid.
“Now, focus!”
Wait, that’s not how a nursemaid is supposed to be—!
“Miss and young master, do your best! How will you ever learn to run at this pace?”
Yet Seong Sorim, (former) instructor that he was, seemed to be laboring under a serious misunderstanding.
“Come now—whoever reaches that Private Gate first is excused from afternoon training!”
What? Training?
Did you just misspeak?
Aran’s coal-black eyes and Yeon’s brown eyes both went wide at the same moment.
But while Aran froze from the shock, Yeon had already taken the first step forward.
Thump! Thump, thump!
What is this?
She still had this much strength left?
Is this what it means to be a dragon even if you’re not famous?
“Squawk!”
(Oh no!)
Aran had no choice but to strain her toes and stretch her legs forward.
Thump! Thump!
This is ridiculous training, but doing it alone would be even worse!
Seong Sorim, standing guard at the Private Gate ahead, watched the struggling chicks with satisfaction in his eyes.
“Observe! These infants have no limits! Limits are a word used only when counting dragon eggs!”
“Chirp……!”
(You madman, we’ve only been alive for a month……!)
Yeon had steeled his resolve so thoroughly that he kept his beak clamped shut and didn’t make a sound.
After such an intense (?) exchange of a few steps.
Thud!
The last step was taken almost like a collapse.
“Hooray! Victory to Lord Yeon! Truly the pride of our Cheongryong Clan!”
“Squawk-!”
(I hate you! I don’t like you-!)
Aran, arriving at the Private Gate a step late, shot a glare at Seong Sorim.
Yeon was sitting on his rear, panting so hard he couldn’t speak.
Just then, a tall shadow appeared beside the Private Gate.
“Hmm? Instructor, do the children look a little tired to you, or am I mistaken?”
Aran brightened at the sight of Cheong Woon and chirped as loudly as she could.
“Chirp-chirp-!”
(Nice to see you, Lord Cheong Woon! This man has lost his mind! This isn’t a caretaker—bring me a real one-!)
Cheong Woon then reached out with the most blissful expression on his face and scooped Aran into his arms.
“Oh my, our youngest. You’re happy to see Mother?”
Aran had no strength left to argue against Cheong Woon’s unwavering claim.
“Chirp……!”
(Mother! I’m so tired……!)
As Aran cried out urgently, Yeon, sprawled across the gate, turned his head sideways.
“Whimper…….”
(Dad, Yeon is tired too…….)
But Seong Sorim, in his relentless optimism, cut in and instantly drowned out the chicks’ cries.
“My, tired? Look at how spirited they are!”
Aran gave up on everything and shook her head slowly.
“Chirp.”
(Mother, that man has no eyes. Those are just holes.)
A hundred-year-old chick was certainly quick to surrender.
Cheongryong Clan’s Suspiciously Unusual Chirping – Episode 6
E-book Release Date | 2026.08.05

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