The Blue Dragon Clan’s Very Suspicious Little Chick - Chapter 8

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Chapter 8

The Nursery where Yeon stayed was nothing like the cold, barren northern chamber Aran had imagined.
The floor of this lavish room was inlaid entirely with jade, and layered gauze curtains draped the windows with an air of refined elegance.
The chamber, suffused with the scent of some unnameable greenery, was in fact the near-opposite of what Aran had pictured—save for one detail: it was rather cold.
Was every dragon’s Nursery like this?
Hmm, these two did have the Water attribute, after all.
So they enjoyed the cold from childhood? Could they actually prefer the north?
No, wait—they weren’t even the Black Tortoise, and besides, they clearly had no grasp of such geomancy.
Just then, as Aran stood pouting for lack of anyone to blame, her eye finally caught on something genuinely amiss.
“Screech!”
(Well, of course! What kind of person leaves a child in a wreck like this?!)
What Aran had discovered was a wall that looked nearly ruined.
Moss clung to its surface in patches as if it hadn’t been cleaned in ages, and the crumbling stone looked rough enough to cause serious injury if struck carelessly.
Worse still, cold wind whistled through the gaps where the plaster had fallen away.
“Chirp?”
(Wait? Aran, is that…?)
Yeon was just about to offer an explanation when—
Crash!
Something hit the wall with a thunderous smack.
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!
A small dragon, vivid green and far brighter in color than Yeon, came barreling into the chamber in a frenzy.
Oh no, get away! That’s Min!
The instant Aran saw Min, she squeezed her eyes shut in fear of another collision—and possible unconsciousness.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
Following the peculiar sound came Yeon’s voice.
“Chirrup…”
(This is where I play. I haven’t gotten very good at it yet…)
Only then did Aran open her eyes and look toward the sound.
Now she could see that Min was clambering up and down the broken wall, playing merrily.
So it was… a playground?
“Screech?”
(So nobody’s been hurting you? Calling you names?)
“Coo-coo?”
(What do you mean?)
Aran was exhaling a sigh when the familiar boom-boom-boom sounded again.
She didn’t squeeze her eyes shut this time—only the Vermilion Bird’s pride would allow that.
“Chirp!”
(Hey!)
The tiny dragon, which had been paddling frantically up to Sorim’s knee before dropping back down, suddenly let out a sharp cry.
Aran stared at Min in astonishment.
“Screech?”
(Me?)
“Kee-kee!”
(Yay! Sorry!)
A… an apology?
Did that reckless little thing just apologize? And in such a rough, brutish way?
From beside Aran, who could only blink, Yeon offered praise.
“Kururu.”
(Good, Min. Well done.)
With that, Min wheeled about as if the matter were settled and scrambled back up the wall.
The surface was so rough that the small dragon climbed nearly vertical like a lizard, yet its claws found no purchase to slip.
To the bewildered Aran, Yeon spoke with a hint of shyness.
“Kyuu.”
(I’ve been teaching Min to apologize whenever meeting big sister Aran.)
Ah… so this was Huirim’s doing after all.
“Peep.”
(Hmm.)
Aran tilted her head thoughtfully, then asked.
“Chirp-chirp?”
(Does Min have a separate room?)
“Squeak-squeak.”
(Yeah, we used to share one, but now we don’t.)
Different developmental stages meant different rooms, perhaps? Or was it something else?
Well, she’d find out soon enough.
“Chirp!”
(Then let’s go see Min’s room too!)
“Squeak-squeak!”
(Yeah! But Min’s room is a lot colder.)
What?
Min was exceptionally gifted, so surely he’d be treated as an even more precious child—yet his room was colder than Yeon’s?
Was Yeon mistaken about something?
Did the little one even know what cold meant?

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“B-chirp…?”
(What… what is this?)
Min’s room was utterly baffling.
It was on the floor above, with a high, domed ceiling and windows thrown wide open, letting in gusts of wind like a gale.
And it was surrounded on all sides by those strange, moss-covered walls she’d glimpsed earlier.
If this had been Yeon’s room, Aran would have been genuinely outraged, certain the child was being gravely mistreated.
But then the room’s owner, Min, suddenly returned—
Tap, tap, tap.
With the same nimble movements as before, he scrambled up the wall.
How high was he going?
Aran watched anxiously—
Near the ceiling now, Min abruptly spread his wings wide open.
Surely he wasn’t about to leap from up there?
The instant that thought crossed her mind, Min’s feet left the wall.
“Chirp-chirp!”
(Watch out! It’s too high!)
But just as the startled Aran gasped, breath catching in her throat—
Wind whistled through the open windows, surged up along the wall, and lifted the baby dragon’s body into the air.
“Squawk!”
(It’s amazing!)
Min gurgled happily as he floated, flapped his wings several times, and descended again.
“Chirp…squeak?”
(So… he’s practicing Flight?)
Dragons didn’t need anyone’s help—they walked, ran, and flew on their own. Talk about independence.
Aran, who’d had to learn to walk and run alone because of a negligent nanny and had never mastered flying without peeking at the Vermilion Bird Palace to learn, was genuinely impressed.
Wow… these two are something else.
While Aran was lost in admiration, Yeon muttered softly.
“Chirp-squeak…?”
(Cool, right? Once I learn to fly like Min, I’ll be able to stay here too.)
Oh no, little one!
Her sweet baby dragon had turned downcast!
Aran, who’d been completely mesmerized by Min’s acrobatics, suddenly slapped her own cheeks with both wings.
Then, in front of the startled Yeon, she deliberately shuddered.
“B-chirp…”
(C-cold…)
“Squeak?”
(Huh?)
“Chirp, chirp-chirp…”
(Aran’s so cold… Won’t Yeon come back to Yeon’s room? It’s warmer and nicer there.)
The simple baby dragon’s eyes widened with joy.
“Squeak-squeak!”
(Okay!)
She beat her wings and wriggled free from Sorim’s embrace.
“Coo-coo!”
(Min, Arani’s cold, so I’m going to Yeoni’s room, bye!)
Walking off with a cheerful swagger, the little dragon’s sky-blue rump looked delightfully pleased with itself.

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After that, Aran spent about a month watching the Blue Dragon Palace with cautious eyes.
More precisely, observing what kind of treatment Yeoni received.
The child had inherited the Blue Dragon Household’s looks well enough, so she’d fared better than Aran had at that age, but Yeoni’s development was unmistakably slow.
It was only around the time Min’s twin began attempting low-altitude Flight that Yeoni managed her first clumsy jump.
Yet the servants of the Blue Dragon Palace never mistreated or discriminated against either the youngest dragon who lagged behind or Aran, the adopted one.
This was because the household head, Cheongun, came to check on the children in person several times a day.

“Are my little ones eating well?”

Sorim usually answered.

“Yes, my lord. Both of them are eating their meals heartily. And today, they haven’t rested once, even outside the—”

But whenever Sorim tried to report on their developmental progress, he was invariably cut off mid-sentence.

“That’s enough. You’re not a trainer now. Just keep our babies healthy and warm and fed, that’s all I ask.”

Of course, Aran would cry out at such moments.

“Chirp!”
(Mom, he’s definitely got a trainer’s eye!)

Though no one understood her.
In any case, another month passed, and both Aran and Yeoni had made considerable progress through deliberate Training.
Yes, it was clearly Training rather than natural development, but the results were remarkable all the same.
Thanks to this, Aran and Yeoni often played together with Min under the watchful eyes of the adults. Just like now.
“Kyah-ooong!”
(Look! Eat it!)
Aran gazed sadly at the cricket Min had caught.
Eating some panicked little insect wasn’t going to make a dragon fuller or healthier.
“Chirp-chirp, chirp.”
(Min, a noble dragon doesn’t eat pitiful insects like that. You have plenty of other things to eat.)
Min, whose speech had grown a bit more developed by then, put up considerable protest.
“Kyew!”
(But it looks tasty!)
“Chirp-.”
(You’re wrong. It tastes awful.)
“Kyuu??”
(Really? Really truly?)
Just then, Yeoni appeared with berries in her beak.
“Kee-yoong!”
(Arani! Yeoni found super duper yummy stuff, try it!)
Where on earth did this one find that?!
Seeing Huirim approaching with a suspicious look, Aran quickly took the berries Yeoni had brought and deliberately let them fall.
“Chirp-chirp!”
(Oops, sorry! My grip slipped.)
Then she stumbled slightly, crushing the berries beneath her talons.
“Chirp!”
(Darn, these talons have a mind of their own! Yeoni, I’ll find you something truly delicious instead.)
From a garden bursting with red, succulent berries, Yeoni had somehow managed to pick Lakksang-hong fruit.
Eating that would have given her an upset stomach on the spot.
If that’s not skill, what is? How did she manage to choose the most tasteless thing in the entire garden?
As Aran made her way to the raspberry bush she’d long since scouted out for the twin dragons and began plucking berries with her beak, one by one—
Rustle.
A small, ominous sound came from the nearby undergrowth.
The Blue Dragon Household’s Many Peculiar Chicks — Episode 8
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