The First Legendary Beast Master

Chapter 1654 And Introvert

Nachtia carried her wayward charge back down the stairs for the second time today, and wondered what had gotten into the little one.

Black Dragons were normally not all that curious or exploration oriented. But this one seemed to have a rebellious spirit and a yearning to explore. Or perhaps it just wanted to fly around and enjoyed the fact that it was

somewhere that it was told not to be?

Sometimes that sort of reverse psychology worked well on hatchlings, she was told.

However, she had never raised any of them before, and she wasnʼt actually a worker at the Orphanage. She had just answered the all hands on deck call when every egg in the space started hatching at once.

”What is with the escaping act? Did you have somewhere urgent to be?” She asked the little dragon as it began to wake up.

{Nowhere particular. Itʼs just too people-y down there.}

The black dragon Priestess laughed, ”You know, I can understand that feeling. But if you keep escaping somewhere quiet, I have to keep looking for you, so that we know youʼre getting fed and not lost in the space.

The little one thought about that. {I suppose that I can stay closer.}

Nachtia smiled at him, ”How about this, I will set up a nice tent off to the side with some blankets and a book of death magic runes for you. A quiet spot to retreat to when it gets too loud?”

The little one nodded. {That sounds nice. Now, where is the food? I swear I was almost to food before you caught me.}

Nachtia set him down at the end of the table and the black dragon immediately began sorting meat for its meal. He was an incredibly picky eater, and only liked meat from animals that had died in certain ways and states of mind. Anything else didnʼt smell right.

That was another thing that Nachtia understood. When she was little she was the same way.

She was also not fond of being around other people, but that feeling was mutual, and they didnʼt like having her around, even though her magic was always useful to them. It was the struggle of being a servant of the God of Death.

The rest of the hatchlings in the room were an eclectic mix, thanks to Karlʼs intervention. Some were Shadow Dragons, some were Earth Dragons, even a Calamity Dragon, a form of Fire Elemental Immortal Dragon that normally lived in volcanic regions.

They didnʼt have anything like that in the Tiny World, but it had evolved anyhow.

It was wonderful to have so many different types of dragons present. They would help bring balance to the Tiny World, and spread out the elemental affinities of this place. However, they were going to be a real handful to raise. So many kinds of dragons, pure dragons, not subspecies or dragonkin, were going to challenge the staff at every chance. Partially because they were born so powerful, and partially because that was just the nature of young dragons looking to find their place in the social hierarchy.

The only group that was actually having trouble with their dragons was the swamp team, and they were blaming that mostly on Remi.

The Naga had managed to convince the majority of the dragons that the first thing they needed to do after eating was go for a swim and work off that first meal so they could eat a second one and grow stronger.

It made sense in the mind of a hatchling, but in the murky water of the swamp, it was nearly impossible to track all their movements, and many were moving between the water and the air, exploring everything in the area.

They couldnʼt afford to misplace any of the hatchlings, who would all need to eat soon, but they also knew that it was possible some of the larger fish species might actually try to eat them if they wandered too far.

Or, the hatchlings would try to eat them, and would end up getting beat up for their troubles.

Especially the Swamp Dragons, which were a wingless species closer in relation to Crocolisks than to actual dragons.

With a temper to match.

The only saving grace was that they were popular with the Beast Rangers, and some of those ladies had a second beast slot open. They couldnʼt bond with actual dragons, their class limitations didnʼt allow it.

But they might be able to bond with the Swamp Dragons.

For the moment, that was their goal. Find the Swamp Dragon hatchlings, and try to get them to imprint on the Rangers, so that they could convince them to bond as a partner.

Compared to the wolves, which were already powerful magical beasts in their own right, the Swamp Dragons were in a whole other class. How could they not be when they would grow to be a fifteen metre long six legged armoured

reptile?

Remi, oblivious to the chaos that her actions had caused, was devotedly taking notes on the growth of her group compared to the others, using the thoughts and observations of the other beasts to calculate relative growth rates.

Hatchlings grew muscle mass at a remarkable rate, so having them exercise and cat multiple times before they fell asleep should put them ahead of their peers by a noticeable amount, she assumed.

If her theory was correct, it would revolutionize day one hatchling care.

And if it was not correct, then she would just have to convince that old lady who ran the orphanage that her nutritional supplements were safe and

effective for hatchlings.

That was an uphill battle. The woman seemed inclined to treat her as a

hatchling as well, and she didnʼt take any of Remiʼs plans to help the growth rate of the baby dragons seriously. Or, perhaps she simply didnʼt want them to

grow any faster than they already were.

But where was the fun in that?

The Karl set all sorts of growth records, and people loved him for it. Surely, if the dragons did the same, it would be even more spectacular.