"You're already covered in my scent."
After that deep breath, Fiona whispered softly into Shade's ear.
"What?"
Shade thought it was some sort of vulgar metaphor, but he did not believe Fiona would say such a thing.
"The ancient ritual you used was equivalent to letting a dragon be 'born' again. When dragons are born, their bodies carry a unique scent that lingers for a long time, helping the Dragon Mother identify and track her own children."
Seemingly intoxicated, she continued to sniff gently at Shade's neck. He could even feel the strange sensation of the tip of her nose brushing against his skin:
"This is it. It will stay with you for several weeks. But don't worry, ordinary people can't smell it. And this scent will make ordinary beasts and monsters with low intelligence instinctively stay away from you."
Little Mia definitely did not belong among "beasts with low intelligence," because it clearly had no intention of staying away from Shade. Instead, it meowed from the side, as though it had seen Shade being restrained by the Mother Dragon.
Fiona clearly had more thoughts and more to say, but Shade was right: there was not much time left, and they could not waste it on other matters.
So Shade carried Mia out of the tent for the time being, allowing Fiona to change inside.
To demonstrate his gentlemanly manners, Shade even deliberately turned around with his back to the tent.
"So, do you know what I did while you were in Slumber?"
"I only vaguely knew that you had come. I fell into a very long dream. Beneath the light of the Red Moon, the ancient dream guided me to further awaken the power within my bloodline."
The voice behind him was very gentle, and Shade also heard the