The Blue Dragon Clan’s Very Suspicious Little Chick - Chapter 69

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Chapter 69

In that instant, Hwa Gyeom felt a chill crawl down his spine—an omen he couldn’t name.
The creature had borrowed his body all this time, yet it had never shown greed or expressed a desire to keep it for itself.
It had always wanted only the Crown Prince’s body, as though Hwa Gyeom’s own were beneath its notice.
His limbs trembled. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead as fear seized him.
No. It didn’t matter what the creature wanted.
He had accepted it only because he needed to—a choice born of necessity, nothing more.
“Lies! Filthy lies! This body is mine……!”
But Hwa Gyeom’s true voice was far too fragile against the creature’s roar.
“You wretched thing……! Get out of me!”
With that guttural cry, the creature’s voice swallowed his own—and Hwa Gyeom’s true self vanished like water down a drain.
Silence flooded the room.
In the mirror, Hwa Gyeom’s lips stretched into a smile that split nearly ear to ear.
Just then, a sound came from beyond the door.
“Young master? I heard a loud noise and came to see if all is well…….”
“Mm. Mm.”
The thing wearing Hwa Gyeom’s skin cleared its throat.
When the answer proved unsatisfying, the shadow outside drew nearer.
“Young master? May I step inside for a moment?”
The grotesque smile in the mirror faded naturally away.
Then, it adopted a voice far gentler than Hwa Gyeom’s ever was.
“Forgive me for troubling you. I had a nightmare. I am well now, so please don’t worry—go rest.”
It had worn Hwa Gyeom’s body for fifteen years now; mastering such crude human mimicry posed no challenge whatsoever.
The voice differed somewhat, but in the middle of the night, after waking from sleep, what harm in a throat gone hoarse?
Indeed, the shadow beyond the door wavered and withdrew.
“Yes, young master! Sleep well……!”
The creature settled back into bed, flexing Hwa Gyeom’s limbs with satisfaction.
They moved well enough at its command, but the body was old, weak, and heavy.
After all the effort it had poured into the Crown Prince’s body—so fresh and vital……!
Even a whelp born of blood and flesh, and yet it had resisted so fiercely!
This pitiful form wasn’t worth the decade of toil…….
Then a plan suddenly bloomed in its mind.
“Hmm, if I cannot kill her, why not take the girl instead?”
Possess the girl, and the Crown Prince who depends on her would crumble of his own accord……!
The girl—no Azure Dragon, no Yellow Dragon—had become such a thorn that the Dragon King himself now ranked second.
She had interfered this much; it was time she paid the price.
“Ha ha ha ha ha! Aha ha ha ha ha!”
The creature’s laughter burst forth again, uncontainable.
Let this be the last Ceremony of the year—it mattered not. Now that it had changed its target, it would not fail this time……!

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“You’ve all come a long way. I appreciate the effort.”
Geon-u appeared in person from the moment the Ceremony began, needing no reason to absent himself from the gathering of old friends.
A year apart meant little now—there were few among them whose eyes would blur or whose memory would fail to recognize a face.
Aran watched the Crown Prince, grown so well despite hardship, with quiet pride, then bowed her head.
“Your Highness. I trust you have been in good health.”
“Yes, Aran, you’ve grown quite tall.”
Was he teasing an elder out of sheer rudeness?
Aran gazed up at the Crown Prince, now a full head taller than herself, and managed a reluctant smile.
“So have you, Your Highness.”
But the most remarkable growth over the past year belonged, without question, to Baek Sa-heum.
At the Ceremony, the moment they all gathered, everyone remarked on Sa-heum’s height.
Last year he had been noticeably shorter than Hyeon Tae-o, yet now they were nearly of a height.
More precisely, though slightly shorter, his frame had broadened considerably—worthy of a White Tiger.
As expected, Geon-u laughed and asked.
“Sa-heum, what have you been eating to grow so much?”
“Oh, that’s…”
But no matter how much taller Baek Sa-heum grew, he remained fundamentally himself.
With a naturally gentle disposition, his face still flushed whenever attention turned his way—especially at the Crown Prince’s praise, he seemed unsure what to do with himself.
He understood well how eagerly Geon-u anticipated his growth.
Waiting for him to mature into a true White Tiger.
Yet the truth was, Baek Sa-heum had been a true White Tiger from birth, and standing before the Crown Prince who regarded him as a friend, he could not feel honest for even a moment.
Just as the Crown Prince was greeting his most cherished companions with delight, Ju Hong-u interjected.
“Already the final Ceremony, Your Highness? I truly cannot express my disappointment.”
Ju Hong-u seemed not to realize it, but the one who needed this Ceremony most was Geon-u himself.
Should his body ever fail him, the Four Celestial Ceremony was the only thing he could rely upon.
“I know what you mean—I’m disappointed too.”
Geon-u offered comfort with a bittersweet smile.
“I wish the Four Celestial Ceremony could be held more often. Or perhaps you all will come of age soon and join the festival celebrations.”
Ju Hong-u, the eldest among them at sixteen, straightened his shoulders confidently.
“Just wait a little longer, Your Highness! I’ll come of age in two years.”
At those words, Geon-u counted the years until Baek Sa-heum and Aran reached their own adulthood.
Four and five years remained respectively—an eternity away.
Still, he answered Ju Hong-u as brightly as he could manage.
“Yes, I’ll wait.”
Whether he lacked perception or was merely pretending, it wasn’t clear.
Having finished his greeting with the Crown Prince, Ju Hong-u beamed as he attempted to link arms with the twins.
“So, you two—let’s make this year fun as well.”
It was merely an attempt.
The twins had grown considerably in the intervening years and now stood taller than Ju Hong-u himself.
Only Aran and Hong Bi remained smaller than him now, so the fact that Ju Hong-u was the eldest among this group was easily forgotten.
The gentle one quickly bent his knees slightly, allowing Ju Hong-u to drape an arm across his shoulders.
“That sounds good to me. Let’s make this year even more enjoyable!”
Ju Hong-u laughed sheepishly, as if relieved.
But the moment they arrived, seeing Ju Hong-u push Hong Bi around, Aran let out a snort of disdain.
‘Brother’—as if. Bullying someone no bigger than a dwarf’s sack of waste.
Yet it was undeniable to anyone’s eye that Aran was even smaller than Ju Hong-u.

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“Nan-yeong will be sleeping in our room again this year?”
Hong Bi asked this as they reached the Northern Pavilion where they stayed each year.
“Yes, that’s right.”
Aran answered without hesitation.
Four years ago, if memory served, a violent storm had descended during the Four Celestial Ceremony period by sheer misfortune.
In a single night, dozens of bolts of lightning struck the Imperial Capital into chaos, and in the Northern Pavilion where Aran and Hong Bi stayed, an ancient tree had toppled.
A massive tree that must have stood for centuries—it collapsed onto the pavilion, crushing one wall entirely.
Directly above the bed where Aran slept.
Yet Aran emerged unscathed, while Hong Bi, sleeping on the opposite side, was struck by falling stones and broke her arm.
They said Aran was called the “Beloved of God” at Azure Dragon Palace—was it truly so?
Aran had been so furious and worried that day that Hong Bi was actually moved by it.
While the Vermilion Bird family head made not a sound despite her granddaughter being injured, the Azure Dragon family head expressed great outrage at the accident.
Thanks to his vigorous protest, Vermilion Bird Palace and Hong Bi were able to receive generous compensation.
Not that it made her broken arm hurt any less.
After that, Aran was granted the privilege of sleeping in the same pavilion as an honor guard during the Ceremony period.
Otherwise, Azure Dragon Palace had insisted forcefully that Aran would not participate in the Ceremony at all.
Had there not been several accidents along the road between Azure Dragon Ridge and the Imperial Capital before that?
Bridges had collapsed; landslides had occurred.
Hong Bi, already over ten years old at the time, had not particularly opposed it as an unfair arrangement.
Though she harbored no expectation that her own family head would have protested to the Emperor on her behalf, had she been Aran’s age.
Hong Bi actually preferred having Nan-yeong in the same pavilion.
Nan-yeong had an engaging personality and a kind heart. If danger arose, she would not save only Aran and abandon Hong Bi.
Yet Nan-yeong’s expression seemed somehow troubled.
Now that she thought of it, Nan-yeong hadn’t greeted Hong Bi with her usual warmth.
Aran, too, finally sensed something amiss and took Nan-yeong’s hand, looking up at her.
“Nan-yeong? Are you all right?”
The Suspiciously Eventful Saga of the Azure Dragon Clan — Episode 69
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