Finding a Cafeteria for the Dragon

Perhaps because dragon eggshells were harder than normal, although cracks had appeared, they showed no sign of breaking open completely.

Newt placed them in a strange-looking box with a crisscrossed metal grate replacing the bottom. Every so often, he had Norbert breathe fire nearby to heat the eggs.

Watching this, Kyle found it oddly familiar, as though something was missing.

Like... cumin and chili powder.

If Newt brushed a little oil over the eggs too, he would practically look like an experienced barbecue chef.

Just as Kyle was thinking that, Newt actually pulled out a brush.

Of course, he was not hungry and planning to grill himself a snack... and the brush was not covered in oil, but juice extracted from Bubotubers and cactus flowers.

According to Newt, it allowed the flames to spread more evenly over the dragon eggs, helping the dragons inside hatch faster.

Newt crouched beside them all night. It was not until the following morning that two fist-sized dragons crawled out of their shells.

"Look, they really are healthy, aren't they?" Newt said with a smile, trying to pick them up.

But the two little creatures, whose eyes had not even opened yet, instinctively dodged away. Wobbling unsteadily, they made their way toward Kyle... no, toward Norbert behind him.

To be honest, it was Kyle's first time seeing such clear terror on a dragon's face, mixed with no small amount of panic.

It was as if what they were approaching were not a juvenile dragon, but two hundred-foot-tall Hungarian Horntails.

Norbert frantically pulled her neck back. In her haste, she knocked over quite a few things along the way, turning the perfectly good room into a complete mess.

Then she flew away at top speed, vanishing beyond the horizon in the blink of an eye, leaving