I Raised A Black Dragon (Web Novel)
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chapter-3
Chapter 3: A Real Boss
The baby dragon has already humanized itself.
What does this mean? Has the dragon already imprinted on me? Eleanora slapped her hand on her forehead.
“…no!”
The witch grabbed her nightcap and screamed at the child, holding onto her calf. “No, no, no!”“Buh!”
Damn it. Eventually, Eleonora embraced the child in her arms and fed him with the bottle of milk. Desperate, she tried to rationalize the absurd situation.
It doesn’t make sense to leave a dragon egg at the corner of a street in the first place. It would be more believable that someone intentionally left it on where I often go. Then who? No one knows me in this world, but I know quite a few who know Eleanora, the true master of this body. The problem is I don’t know those people personally.
Giving up, she tried to ask the child instead. “Hey, do you remember who left you in the streets?”
“Aboo?”
“Yes, I know you were in the egg. But you’re a dragon. Did you hear anything suspicious outside the shell or something?”
The curly, dark-haired child could only blink his big, red eyes at her. Then, the child burst into laughter—a laugh so innocent it made Eleanora’s heart ache. Frustration immediately flooded her chest.“You’re laughing now…”
Eleonora could not possibly take over the child if she’d like to keep her undisturbed living. The dragon is the pet of the heroine and plays a huge role in the novel.
In Laurent Imperial, there is a legendary egg that is handed down from generation to generation. The dragon’s egg is left as a sign of friendship from Wyrm Lizard, who helped the founding king of Laurent build an empire. And the egg, which had not even shown signs of hatching for over a thousand years, is broken by the heroine who visited the Yellow Sea by accidentally dropping it. It would then be the first time in 500 years that a dragon was born.
Naturally, the whole world’s attention is focused on who the child will take as its owner, and there were many candidates who qualified.
However, it wasn’t the royal family that the dragon imprinted as its owner, but the heroine, Lenia. It was only natural, of course. The dragon first recognizes the human being who first came into contact with him when the incubation period nears.
Then, Lenia took the child into her tutelage and received the spotlight.
With a huge amount of people supporting her from all over the continent, the heroine, who was the daughter of a powerless countess, becomes on par with some of the continent’s most powerful men. At the same time, Eleonora, the evil witch, who is after the dragon, wrecked havoc on them, which naturally drove these male leads to form alliances with the heroine.
That was the original plot.
Isn’t that just wonderful?
Unfortunately, the current Eleonora had not the slightest intention of involving herself with the novel’s course. She even shudders at the thought of being under such a bright spotlight.
“It’s enough to die by a pile of work,” she muttered.
I refuse to trade my peace with death by a dragon. Besides, the beloved egg that they had been waiting in the palace for its hatching has already disappeared, so the capital must be in complete chaos. Only a fool would willingly accept death with open arms.
Eleonora stared at the child in her arms, who was drinking milk.
The final process of imprinting is to give a name. Fortunately, she has not named this dragon yet, nor had she given him her name. If so, the imprint will not be complete yet. There’s still a chance.
“Uh…”
The child took the bottle off his mouth to see if he had had had enough milk. He would even burp lightly after she hesitantly patted him on his back. The dark red eyes blinked slowly and gradually closed and the child began to doze off with his face buried in her arms.
“…….”
Somehow, Eleonora feels guilt in her heart.
She sighed, “I’m not abandoning you, baby. I’m just trying to take you to your mom.”
You would be much happier to go to your destined mother than to live with a helpless, lazy witch like me.
Then, Eleonora left the house quietly with the child in her arms.
***
Sorrent, miles south from the capital, Tezeba, it was just a few hours ago that a man arrived in a country village with sheer coastal cliffs to the south, dense forests to the east, and fairy lakes to the west.
“I’m an investigator from Tezeba.”
“Uh!”
The chief of the security forces of Sorrent, who was dozing off, suddenly leaped to his feet. Despite his groggy stupor, he was still able to form a coherent thought. Tezeba, that’s the capital of Laurent.
“Tezeba? Where do you belong?”
“Azet.”
The first district of Tezeba, the capital, was an area densely populated by high-ranking aristocratic mansions, including the great emperor of the Laurent Empire. There isn’t any detective in those places! The manager fumbled about the desk for his glasses.
The man, with his dark boots and black hair, looked down deadpan at the flustered chief, his arms crossed. His figure was reminiscent of a sleek black leopard. The chief glanced briefly again at the man; his aura was not of a criminal.
“All right, your position…?”
“I’m the head of the investigation security department.”
“Ha?” The chief thought he was joking, though. Finally, he found his glasses. And as soon as he checked the man in front of him, he squealed.
“What! Sir Leonard?”
Purple eyes, golden brooch on the left breast of a black uniform, and a leather holster in a belt definitely containing a revolver–the description alone sufficed.
Not a joke but a real boss!
