"What was wrong with me just now?"
Gradually regaining her clarity of mind, Syl furrowed her delicate brows slightly.
Syl still retained the memories from inside the egg, all the way up to hatching.
In her memory, she had been in a warm place, enveloped by a moist, sticky fluid, feeling exceptionally secure.
However... her mind had remained in a chaotic, uncultivated state, as if she had truly regressed to the level of an infant.
Even now, this influence persisted, like powerful ravings, even affecting Syl's actions.
"This thief... most likely saw my transformation... must be dealt with!" Thinking this, Syl reached out toward the young woman named Tess before her.
Although Syl's small hands now were fair and tender, seemingly posing no threat, she could feel the terrifying power contained within this body.
With just a slight movement of her finger, she could crush the person before her into mincemeat.
But as she thought this, Syl's hand went "smack—" and gently landed on Tess's face.
Tess, who was still humming with her eyes closed, shivering slightly from the cellar's chill, felt the warmth on her face and slowly opened her eyes.
Then, Tess breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank goodness... she didn't turn into a monster..." Tess smiled, carefully stroking Syl's cheek with her hand, revealing a somewhat dazed grin.
Such a soft, smooth face... like a doll!
Awesler!
This was Suramar slang for describing something as very cute.
Syl, on her end, froze. Her actions were completely different from what she had intended!
Could this be the influence of the card? You are a Young Dragon! A dragon! How can you really act like a baby!?
It must be said that the consciousness of the character card now occupied the majority. Although the experienced Syl could maintain her calm reasoning, her physical movements were still difficult to control.
Is this what a purple card is like? Indeed tricky...
Fortunately, it's just a juvenile form. If I had truly chosen the purple card 'Jester' back then, that madman would probably have hacked his way from one end of Kings Avenue to the other by now.
"Yiya awoo..." Syl wanted to say some threatening words, but her mouth could only emit soft, meaningless childish sounds.
Syl frowned, feeling the situation was somewhat urgent.
But the moment a hint of urgency arose in her mind, the Young Dragon seemed to amplify that thought a hundredfold.
The little Young Dragon's mouth puckered, and tears welled up.
"Waaah—"
"Ah... don't cry, don't cry, be good, don't cry."
Seeing this, Tess quickly held Syl tighter, but this state only made Syl feel more ashamed.
Having grown up so much, this was the first time since adulthood she was being comforted like a child...
This feeling of shame fed back to the Young Dragon, and as a result, the Young Dragon cried even louder.
"Be good... are you hungry? But there's nothing to eat here..." Tess hugged Syl and looked toward the door at the top of the stairs.
If she went up now, Tess didn't know if any maids were still watching above.
But staying in the cellar alone, she couldn't find anything to eat either.
It seemed the word "eat" stimulated the Young Dragon. She stopped crying instantly, lifted her head, and stared fixedly at a certain spot.
"Huh?" Tess also noticed the Young Dragon's movement and followed her gaze to see where she was staring.
At her own chest.
"I-I-I... I don't have a child, I'm not married, I don't even have a boyfriend..." Tess explained nervously, "They look big, but there's no milk either!"
But how could a child try to understand someone else's explanation?
Syl's consciousness had already chosen to power down in despair. The Young Dragon went "awoo—" and, through the thin undergarment, bit down on a certain soft object, sucking hard.
"Eek—"
In Tess's nineteen years of life, she had thought it was already absurd enough that she had inexplicably drunk a strange potion at age nine and gained superpowers.
Like many ordinary girls, she had once fantasized about getting married, about possibly having a boy or a cute girl, but she had never imagined that her first time "breastfeeding"...
Would be given to a strange girl hatched from a strange egg?
The tingling, numbing sensation from her chest made Tess feel as if her brain had been struck, leaving her utterly dazed.
By the time Tess reacted and tried to pull the little girl in her arms away, she found herself tightly embraced and unable to break free—this child's strength was immense!
"Wuwuwu... let go... please let go... big sister will take you upstairs to find food..." Tess was almost in tears. She felt the current situation was more shameful than killing her.
Fortunately, this little girl seemed to have only an infant's level of awareness, otherwise Tess would have wanted to smash her head against the stone brick wall next door.
The constant, strange sensation of being sucked on her chest made Tess unable to hold on any longer.
Not caring that her clothes were still draped over the little girl, she stood up directly and headed upstairs.
The little girl hung on her, swaying with her movements, but her arms remained tightly wrapped around her, refusing to let go, and of course, her mouth didn't let go either.
This feeling of being tugged while running made Tess even more uncomfortable. She had no choice but to pick up the little girl again, securing her in her arms with her arms to avoid injuring herself while moving.
Tess picked up the fallen lock in front of her room door and anxiously tried to open it, completely forgetting her lock-picking skills.
Syl wasn't having an easy time either at the moment.
Her mind was now filled with "awoo awoo," "aow~," "aba—aba—"
It was like being in a noisy kindergarten, and one with a hundred thousand children in a single class at that.
She continuously used her consciousness to soothe the character card, attempting to calm it with her mental strength. This soothing had an effect.
But it only reduced the kindergarten from a scale of a hundred thousand to eighty thousand. There was no fundamental change.
Syl was also afraid of accidents now. She dreaded that the thief outside might run out into the street holding the Young Dragon at this moment.
The patrol strength in the Duke District was not something areas like Ibiza could compare to. Syl was very worried that someone might see the small, slightly backward-curving black dragon horns on the Young Dragon's head now.
Dragons—any magical creature bearing this word—could incite disturbances significant enough to affect the Great Saya Empire.
While Syl was doing her best to soothe the Young Dragon, Tess also opened the cellar door, hunched over, and carefully crept out.
If one didn't look closely, it would just seem like a young woman carrying a large bundle of clothes, though her attire was a bit too revealing.