To be honest, when Gawain saw this dragon egg, the same confusion Amber had felt also welled up in his heart: the dragons had gone to the trouble of bringing such a special... "gift" all this way to him, so he had to consider how to deal with it afterward. The question was, how exactly was he supposed to handle it? Gawain suspected that nothing like this had happened since humanity first had a history. Though many knightly novels and heroic biographies loved to include dragons in their stories, describing how the protagonist happened upon a dragon egg and, after hatching it, gained a lifelong companion, everyone now knew that nine times out of ten, such plots had been written for amusement by bored dragons like Melita...
So how was he supposed to deal with a dragon egg like this? Hatch it? And how?
Melita looked at Gawain, then at the dragon egg. After a long while, she smiled somewhat awkwardly. "Actually... it wouldn't be impossible if you wanted to try hatching it. After all, our leader only told me to deliver the dragon egg to you and did not explain what was to be done with it afterward. I suppose no more detailed instructions were left after The Fall of Gods. In my understanding... this means you are to decide what to do with it yourself."
Gawain considered this carefully, then could not help asking out of curiosity, "Do you know how to hatch eggs?"
The moment the words left his mouth, he sensed something was off. Heti and Amber beside him also gave him strange looks. He realized that such a blunt way of putting it sounded somewhat frivolous, but he could not think of a better phrasing in the moment—ultimately, the differences in species and culture were