In any case, the hatchling's amusing antics had brought a bit of unexpected fun to this journey across the ocean. Still, her fearless attitude truly kept Gawain on edge—ever since Melita had taken flight, the little one had not been idle for a moment. Either she ran about on her mother's back, or she climbed up high and stuck her head outside the barrier, opening her mouth against the gale and letting out random cries of "Waaah, waaah, waaah!" She had even tried to crawl all the way to the tip of Melita's tail, and Gawain had only stopped her with quick reflexes...
Gawain and Amber now seriously suspected that Melita's claim before takeoff that "hatchlings obediently lie on their mothers' backs during travel" had been theoretical knowledge from some poorly compiled scholar's handbook—reality was far too different!
"How could that possibly be theoretical knowledge?" Melita immediately retorted in a serious tone upon hearing Gawain's doubts. "I specifically consulted... Lady Enya. How could she not understand hatchlings?"
Gawain had not thought much of it at first, but hearing that made him feel that something was off. After giving it some thought, he recalled that the retired Dragon God also seemed to be a theorist. According to reliable intelligence brought by a former Nature God who wished to remain anonymous and a Neural Network administrator who did not wish to reveal her identity, Enya had spent every day asking around for knowledge about hatching dragon hatchlings when she had helped incubate eggs. She had even nearly sought Pittman's help...
His expression immediately became rather subtle as he looked at the hatchling frolicking nearby. The fact that this little thing had grown up healthy until now was thanks to dragons' powerful natural constitution. It seemed truly necessary for Melita and Noreta to