The Out-of-Control Dragon Hatchling

Thud! Thud! Thud! A burst of urgent knocking echoed through the silent night, creating an unusually eerie and terrifying illusion amid the gloomy atmosphere of the castle.

"Who's losing their mind in the middle of the night? Or is Queen Nyx about to give birth?" Caslo grumbled angrily after being awakened by the knocking. Somewhat displeased, he set down Ajax, who was sleeping soundly in his arms. Ajax clearly felt very safe now; she merely frowned slightly in Caslo's embrace before pursing her lips and falling asleep again.

"What are you doing... ow!" Caslo had barely opened the door and spoken when the person outside grabbed him and dragged him out. Then, with a soft click, the door closed.

"Omsk? Give me one reason not to punch you!" A dangerous glint flashed in Caslo's eyes. Other than Roland and Queen Nyx, anyone who woke him for no reason while he was asleep might trigger his hidden passive—morning rage!

"You're still fucking sleeping? Your disciple's dragon egg hatched!" Omsk lowered his voice and waved his arms anxiously, using exaggerated gestures to explain.

"Huh? Let's go! We'll find him!" Caslo instantly snapped awake after hearing Omsk's words. His mind cleared, and all traces of morning rage vanished.

"Not here! Come with me!" Seeing Caslo dash off without another word, Omsk hurriedly grabbed him and dragged him outside.

"Hm? I may have just woken up, but my brain isn't muddled! Shouldn't my disciple be staying over there?" Caslo pointed firmly toward a staircase.

"I forgot to tell you. Your disciple's dragon made a bit too much of a commotion when it hatched, so His Highness decided to move them outside the city!" Omsk explained with an awkward smile.

"His Highness knows too?" Caslo asked in shock. Was he really the last person