Morning felt gentle, like mist drifting off warm porridge. We cleared the dishes, yet Xinuo still hadn’t returned. With idle hearts like kites, we stepped outside to play and look for her.
As the door swung open like a stage curtain, Xinuo stood there fresh from the road. And behind her loomed a... dragon? I rubbed my eyes like waking from fog—real dragon, no doubt.
Its hide shone silver-white, bright as moonlit frost. Its body rose like a small mountain, its vast back-wings carried storm-borne power. Altogether, a majestic silver dragon like a winter peak.
I knew Dragon Kin walked the Central Continent, but this was my first sight. Awe hit like thunder pressing on the chest; just looking felt like standing under a cliff.
Waaah—her voice rang like silver bells—it's a dragon, so cool!
My little sister reacted first, face bright as sunrise, and ran over to circle the silver dragon again and again.
Serenemoon tugged my hand and led me to Xinuo Miss, eyes measuring the silver dragon like a jeweler. Was Xinuo Miss away to seek the Dragon Kin?
Littlesky said, bright as a lantern, “Xinuo, how did you find it? A dragon this huge would stand out in the Lunar Forest like a lighthouse, but Serenemoon and I combed the whole forest and saw no Dragon Kin.”
She tried to climb the dragon’s back; it rose like a cliff, too high for any scramble. The silver dragon chuckled like wind over chimes, and somehow the scene felt oddly soothing.
“Yes, Xinuo, where did you find the Dragon Kin?” I stroked Littlesky’s soft head like calming a kitten and looked up at the silver dragon—so big—its close-up pressure like a storm-front.
Xinuo answered like water flowing over stones: “In the deepest part of the Lunar Forest. I was out walking and found Hill, freshly awakened from sleep. Her bloodline and talent looked fine, so I made her my Servant No. 2.”
“Hill? Is that its name?” My words floated like a feather.
“Correct!” Before Xinuo could speak, the dragon’s voice cut in like a brass horn: “My name is Hill Ya Victor! Small humans, bow to me at once!”
Uh—her voice was crisp, a loli chime, wildly at odds with that imposing shell, like a sparrow singing from a war helm.
Littlesky bristled like a hedgehog: “Small humans, my butt! You live on the Central Continent by permission of our Mizumi Clan!” She still smarted from that earlier tease.
“Hill, behave.” Xinuo’s glare flashed like lightning. Hill’s pride folded like wet wings: “Sorry. It’s my first time seeing humans, and I got carried away.”
“That’s more like it.” Littlesky’s simple heart softened like thawing ice and she forgave Hill.
“Servant, where’s my breakfast? Don’t tell me you forgot because I wasn’t around.” Her words tapped like chopsticks on a bowl.
I rushed to answer, nerves fluttering like sparrows: “No way! Xinuo’s breakfast is still warm in the room.”
“Breakfast?” Hill rumbled, claws rubbing a rough belly like sanding stone. “Master, since waking I’ve eaten nothing. I’m starving—do I have a share?” She looked at us with hungry sunrise eyes, and—strange—her every move felt cute.
“Sorry... we didn’t know you were coming, so nothing was prepared,” I said, words falling like light rain.
“Crushing blow!” Before I finished, Hill drooped her head like a wilted flower—adorable.
Serenemoon patted Hill’s lowered dragon head like smoothing tall grass and smiled gently: “Even if Little Emperor prepared your share, it wouldn’t be enough. Your body’s so big.”
Littlesky nodded, sympathy warm as tea: “Yeah, a body that big needs a mountain of food to feel full.”
“True. Feeding Hill in full dragon form isn’t easy, but in human shape it should be manageable,” Xinuo said, voice calm as still water.
Somehow, Xinuo had fetched her breakfast and sat on a vine-woven bench, eating like a bird on a branch. The aroma curled out like steam and set Hill drooling nonstop.
“So fragrant! It’s my first time smelling food this good! Master, could you spare me a little?” Her words fluttered like moths to a flame.
“Spare you a little...” Xinuo eyed her modest portion, then Hill’s vast build like comparing a spoon to a lake. She tossed the problem to me: “If you want food, ask the Servant—the blonde maid over there.”
“Really?!” Hill’s gaze landed on me like a hopeful bird. “Boss! Please give me some delicious food!” Her tone was earnest as spring rain.
I fidgeted with the braid on my chest, thoughts tangled like twine. “No need to call me Boss... Making breakfast for you is fine, but with a body that big, how much is enough?”
“Oh! Human portions are tiny for me. No help for it—I’ll switch to human form!” Her voice flashed like a tossed coin.
As the words fell, silver-white light bloomed around Hill like moonfire. A few seconds passed; the glow peeled away, and the vast dragon vanished—left in its place, an adorably small loli.
Short silver-white hair fell neat as frost along her nape; two little horns sprouted like buds; her big eyes glowed a soft red; tiny tiger-teeth peeked from her mouth.
She wore a dress of black over white, studded with gem shimmers and lace like dew; white over-knee socks hugged pale legs, and dark doll shoes tapped the earth. A proper gothic lolita look.
In short, Hill in human shape was painfully cute—every bit a match for my sister, like twin roses in one vase.
“Phew—now I can eat my fill, at human portions.” She flexed like a waking cat and dashed in to hug me. “Boss! Where’s the tasty stuff?!”
“Not cooked yet.” I couldn’t help stroking Hill’s small head like patting a sparrow. I looked to Xinuo, puzzled as drifting fog: “Why a loli?”
“Because Hill is still in her wyrmling stage,” Xinuo said, the answer clean as a blade.
“Wyrmling?” I looked down at Hill clinging to me, eyes soft as dusk. Mm, very cute; calling her a wyrmling felt right.
“Mmf!” For some reason, Littlesky’s glare at Hill in my arms pricked like thorns.
“Littlesky, what’s wrong?” My voice touched gently like rain on leaves.
Serenemoon sang like a breeze: “Simple—Littlesky feels Hill stole her spot. And wow, Hill in human form is a total moe loli—too cute!” She hugged Hill and rubbed those soft cheeks like warm mochi.
“Uh, is that so...” Littlesky’s rising hostility felt like storm clouds, and I sighed helplessly. “Hill, go play with Serenemoon and Littlesky. I’ll make your breakfast now.”
“Ooh ooh! Please make a lot, Boss!” Her request bounced like pebbles in a stream.
“Okay.” My answer was simple as a nodding reed.
Weathering the thought of her true dragon body, I figured even human form meant a huge appetite. To make lots fast, I went with noodles and easy sides—simple fare, but flavor rock-solid as a millstone.
Half an hour later, I carried out a big pot of ramen and several plates, steam curling like clouds. To my surprise, the sister who bristled at Hill now played with her like swallows in spring—good news.
I set the heavy, food-brimming pot on the wooden round table in the yard, the aroma spilling like a tide. Hill drifted over on that scent, and so did Littlesky and Serenemoon.
“Waaah! Boss is amazing!” Hill gulped down saliva like a thirsty wolf and reached straight into the pot. I stopped her fast: “Hill, wash your hands before eating.”
“Understood!” She whooshed off toward the nearby pool like a silver fish. Meanwhile, I ladled the ramen into a big bowl.
“So fragrant—drool dripping like clear syrup.” “Little Emperor is sly, luring us with delicious food like a siren—drool.” If memory serves, breakfast was under an hour ago; good thing I cooked plenty.
The big bowl was Hill’s; I filled several small bowls for us, like stars around a moon. “Your portions are set—go wash up.” Even after serving, the pot held more than half. Good—more than enough.
“Really?! I’m going now!” “Littlesky—wait for me!” Their voices trailed like strings of kites.
We gathered around the round table, savoring ramen and sides, steam rising like mountain mist. Maybe she hadn’t had enough—even Xinuo joined in.
“Oh oh! What a flavor! What I ate before was pure trash!” Hill devoured like a wolf under the moon, yet her cuteness turned even that ferocity into a charm point.
I couldn’t help asking, curiosity flickering like candlelight: “Hill, what did you eat before?”
Hill chomped the roasted meat side in big bites, words between mouthfuls like sparks: “Dragonflame Blossoms, Demonfire Fruit, Elemental Hearts—things said to aid growth. Bitter or tasteless. Compared to Boss’s cooking, total trash!”
Serenemoon cooed like a dove: “Poor little Hill—those are the finest Supreme Divine Spirit Medicine, but eaten raw they’re hard to swallow.”
“From now on, Hill, stop munching wild flowers and weeds—eat brother’s cooking instead!” Littlesky’s promise felt warm as sunlight.
Hill’s “pitiful past” won instant sympathy from Serenemoon and my sister, hearts soft as tofu. Honestly, I wanted to complain—who’s pitiful when they eat Supreme Divine Spirit Medicine like daily rice? Xinuo says outside, even low-grade Divine Elixirs are priceless—forces draw blades like winter wind over a single sprig or shard.
But that’s the Central Continent—short on everything, except resources overflowing like spring floods. Truly, there’s more than anyone could use. Even if every living being spent a lifetime, they wouldn’t exhaust one percent of this land’s bounty.
