The Blue Dragon Clan’s Very Suspicious Little Chick - Chapter 7

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Chapter 7

By the time evening finally arrived, Aran had finished licking clean every last drop of egg porridge before whimpering timidly.
“Kee-ing…….”
(Aran, I’m sorry I missed training today.)
Here she was, the one who’d slunk off alone without a word, and now she had the nerve to complain?
Aran turned to scold her, but the moment she saw those innocent, round eyes, her resolve crumbled.
It’s not because she’s cute. Absolutely not.
I’m a mighty phoenix, and she’s just a baby dragon—that’s the only reason I’m being lenient. Hmph.
“Chirp-chirp.”
(Fine, fine. But you know it doesn’t make my training any easier when you’re not there with me.)
“Kyuu-ohhh…….”
(I’m sorry. Your little legs move so fast I can never keep up, and I just wanted to come in first for once……)
Aran’s eyes widened as she heard Yon’s halting explanation.
She’d heard that Yon was born only a day after Min.
Yet Min had walked on her first day of life, run the next day, and had already developed enough strength to skim low above the ground.
What kind of monster could grow that fast?
Even if they were different species, for one dragon to fall so far behind her twin would be heartbreaking—Aran knew that much.
Born in Phoenix Palace and compared to her older cousins from day one, cast aside and neglected, how could Aran not understand that feeling?
“Chirp.”
(Come on, chin up.)
Aran bumped her small head gently against Yon’s sagging shoulders as she spoke.
In fact, from the future Aran remembered, the Eastern Great Lord Cheong Hwi had a remarkable ally at his side—a great dragon known as the Long-living Dragon.
An Out-of-Specification Hybrid Being with the power of Life Acceleration.
And right now, Aran had a hunch it would be Min. That girl was already so clearly extraordinary.
Which made Yon all the more pitiful to Aran. To spend a lifetime being compared to such an exceptional twin—how could that not be agonizing?
So she’d decided: even when Min wasn’t around, she would do whatever it took to lift Yon’s spirits and raise her to be a healthy, robust dragon.
Min, who barely understood what anyone said anyway, would surely be nurtured well enough by the others.
“Chirp-chirp-cheep.”
(Min’s just dull, after all. The world is always ruled by the clever ones, anyway.)
But had that last part been too complicated?
Yon didn’t grasp it all at once and tilted her head in confusion.
“Mew?”
(Does that mean she goes away?)
“Chirp-chirp.”
(No! Rules over. Like your father does.)
“Kyuu-ohhh…….”
(Rules over…… But wait, it’s not just you—it’s all of us. Did you call me Mother, Aran?)
Not only did she fail to grasp the proper meaning, but now she was correcting her?
While Aran sat in exasperation, Yon continued with a dejected tone.
“Kuru-ruru……, kee-ing.”
(I heard someone talking before—they said I’m the first slow dragon ever born into our family.)
When Cheong Min and Cheong Yon were first born, the physician had naturally assumed they wouldn’t understand, and had made such remarks.
More precisely, it had been a joke: “Well, well, it seems the Cheong Family can produce dragons that can’t walk even in one day. Haha.”
But to Aran, who didn’t know the truth, those words had sounded something like this:

“Look at her. She can’t even walk—what a disgrace to the Cheong Family!”

Of course, this was nothing but a projection born from her own painful memories……
Yet the moment those words echoed in her mind, Aran felt flames of fury ignite behind her eyes.
“Screech!”
(How dare anyone say such a thing?)
It had only been a handful of days since they’d been together. When had she grown so attached?
“Kee-ee-ee-ik-!”
(What’s wrong with being slow? Min’s that one still can’t speak a single word—pathetic-!)
It was all because this Yon creature was so incredibly adorable. Not to mention those clever little movements.
And especially that droplet-shaped tail—that was the real problem……!
“Kee-ing……?”
(Mini… are you actually going to talk now?)
“Squeak-squeak-squeak……!”
(That’s not the point right now! From this moment on, you stay right next to me, always within reach! If anyone locks you away, starves you, insults you, abandons you in the north wing, or leaves you out in the blazing sun all day, you come straight to me and tell me, do you hear me?!)
Having lost her powers, failed to gain a human body, and not even sprouted a single feather, Aran nonetheless had a habit of making grand pronouncements with unwarranted authority.
But the oblivious young dragon asked again.
“Chirp-chirp?”
(The north wing is bad?)
In truth, young dragons have poor thermoregulation and need to be kept in cool conditions.
Yet even a hundred-year-old phoenix didn’t know everything—and dragon rearing was precisely that blind spot.
“Screech!”
(What are you saying? Where’s your room! Let’s go right now! Lead the way!)
With that, Aran actually waddled out of the chamber, her movements clumsy with urgency.
Remembering the hardships she’d endured growing up in Phoenix Palace, the thought of Yeon suffering anything similar drove her half-mad.
As the unknowing Yeon scrambled after her, even Sorim—unable to comprehend the plotting of the young ones—tilted his head in confusion and followed behind.
“Miss Aran, Young Master. It’s nearly bedtime—where are you two going?”
The excited Aran huffed indignantly.
“Chirp!”
(You mind your own business!)

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But the young ones made it only a few steps before stopping dead in the middle of the garden.
Aran’s legs began to tremble as she asked.
“Chirp-squeak?!”
(Is it far?!)
She was panting hard.
Even during her days of abuse in Phoenix Palace, she’d never trembled like this from exertion.
Yeon, slightly better after resting in the afternoon, nodded apologetically.
“Croon-croon……”
(Yeah… it’s pretty far from here……)
Come to think of it, Sorim had always brought Yeon here early each morning.
Did this creature actually know the way?
Growing suspicious, Aran stretched out one small wing and pointed to a direction.
“Chirp?”
(Is that the way?)
Yeon answered far more decisively than expected.
“Squeal.”
(Yeah, but that’s not it. That’s the Training Ground……)
There, you see.
Born weak though he is, the boy’s got a sharp mind.
Just then, Sorim, who had been trailing behind the entire time, finally grasped their scheme and crouched down to ask.
“Ah? Young Aran, Young Yeon—surely you want to go to the Nursery Room?”
“Chirp!”
(Yes, that’s right! If you understand, then carry me at once!)
Aran nodded eagerly, then suddenly spread both wings and made her demand with supreme confidence.
Yeon quickly mimicked her.
“Squeak!”
(Yeah! Carry both of us! Be strong about it!)
“Ah……”
Deeply moved, Sorim carefully lifted both babies and settled them in the crooks of his elbows, then proclaimed cheerfully.
“You should have said you wanted to go to the Nursery Room sooner……”
Aran snorted derisively.
“Chirp.”
(Fat lot of good that would’ve done.)
But since Sorim couldn’t possibly understand Aran’s meaning, he continued on toward the Nursery Room, his heart still swelling with emotion.
As Sorim began to walk with long strides, the surrounding landscape finally shifted.
While Aran eagerly took in the blur of the Azure Dragon Palace rushing past, Sorim’s voice came again.
“I do wonder if Min is being calm and well. Just to be safe, the both of you must stay pressed close to my chest.”
“Squawk.”
(Let’s go see first. I’ll decide what to do once I find out which cold dungeon that fool locked him in.)
At Aran’s cold remark, Yeon tilted her head again.
“Chirp?”
(A damp place?)
“Screech.”
(I’m going to show you just how cold and dreadful a place I’ve left you in.)
Yeon actually found the cold refreshing.
If anything, the Medicinal Chamber felt suffocatingly hot, but she didn’t dare say so—not with Aran’s ferocity radiating through the air.
Yeon was, after all, a dragon of exacting sensitivity, timidity, and fear.
“Whimper…….”
(Don’t be angry with me, Aran……)
But Yeon’s response only inflamed Aran’s anger further.
The poor, pathetic thing!
Not even able to protest whatever treatment she receives……!
In Aran’s mind, unbidden images of her own childhood surfaced, overlapping with Yeon’s small frame.
Sigh—what good would it do to rage at an innocent, helpless child?
Instead, Aran resolved to gather more useful information.
“Chirp-chirp, chirp?”
(Yeon, who usually keeps you locked away?)
“Chirrup?!”
(What? The door is always shut!)
Of course, the door stayed shut to prevent Min from barging in and injuring Yeon.
Though lately, Min had learned how to open it anyway.
Ignorant of these circumstances, fire blazed in Aran’s tiny, millet-seed eyes.
“Chirp-chirp, chirp?”
(And then you’re just thrown outside on scorching days?)
“Rumble.”
(Yes, I need to get a proper amount of sunlight.)
For any creature not dwelling in a cave, basking in sunlight was perfectly natural, yet Yeon’s explanation only accumulated more misunderstandings.
There was nothing more to hear.
The tiny chick’s face had gone grave.
From what Aran could tell of Cheong Un and Cheong Hwi, they didn’t seem like the sort to mistreat Yeon simply for being slow to grow. No, it had to be the servants—those beneath them who spoke such nonsense and tormented the child.
These wretches, I’ll……!

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“Chirp…….”
(This is ambiguous, really……)
Finally arriving at the Nursery Room, Aran’s dark eyes rolled about in thought.
The Azure Dragon Clan’s Rather Suspicious Chick, Chapter 7
E-book publication date | August 5, 2026

Author | Ravioli
Publisher | Odd Eye
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