But since there happened to be ready-made milk nearby to extract, Dark gave it a casual try.
"Miltank."
He beckoned to Miltank. "Moo!"
[Miltank] cried out happily and trotted over. Dark made a gesture.
Miltank rubbed its hands together and produced a bottle of Moomoo Milk. Then, without needing Dark to explain anything, Magic Beast: Goddess of the Mind's Eye took the bottle and tried to feed the Feathered Serpent God's hatchling.
The moment the bottle touched its lips—
The hatchling instinctively clutched the tail in its arms tighter.
Though its intelligence had yet to awaken, its instincts as a living creature still made it highly vigilant. It instinctively rejected food it had not identified.
Yet for some reason, it was naturally close to Magic Beast: Goddess of the Mind's Eye. With her efforts, that sense of rejection gradually faded away.
Magic Beast: Goddess of the Mind's Eye eventually succeeded in "prying" open its mouth and fed it the milk bit by bit.
A bottle of Moomoo Milk could restore fifty percent of a Magic Spirit's magical power.
But for an individual that was not a Magic Spirit, its effects were relatively limited.
Dark had always used it as a magical drink to replenish vitality and energy.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, the hatchling drank an entire bottle of Moomoo Milk. Afterward, it smacked its lips, looking as if it wanted more.
This was probably the first food it had tasted since its birth.
If it could gain intelligence, this would likely leave an indelible impression in its heart.
But after smacking its lips twice, it calmed down again, still hugging its tail as if asleep.
"I can't see any change," Professor Kazel said, stroking his chin.
Dark frowned. "Although one bottle of milk is far from enough to draw any