What is that, what should she do about it.

The status of the food thief who will eventually rule this continent, and the small rabbit, which is said to already rule the demon world, was far from normal.

“Give Enlir to me.”

With an expression that seemed to say how pathetic, Evelia took Enlir from the hands of her childhood friend, and held him precious.

The young dragon, seizing the moment, buried its head into Evelia’s bosom with a squeak.

The twisted expressions of the two rulers who saw this were only natural.

‘Where do you think you’re clinging to.’

‘Our little one hates even holding a bear, let alone a cunning dragon that knows how to turn into a human.’

Ignoring the unhappy expression, the young dragon thought.

‘This human is nice. A good human.’

These dragons were second to none in their pride, their existence being noble and perfect.

To the young dragon who had been trapped in an unknown dark place since birth, suffering various pains and experiments from humans, this was the first kind human it had ever met.

‘She treated me.’

She sprayed cool water on my face, and shook a stone that smelled good.

‘She stroked me while I was asleep.’

Everyone hit me, but no one had ever stroked me.

‘She gave me a name.’

Everyone had names, but I was sad to be called this and that.

‘She called me a sibling.’

According to the words I heard in the dark, it seemed like other creatures all had moms, dads, sisters, and brothers.

I thought I was halfhearted because I didn’t have what everyone else did.

This human gave me all of that.

I felt like I finally had what others had.

My fluffy front paws twitched without knowing.

Evelia opened the basket to feed the young dragon a snack.

Surely because it was a dragon, it would eat meat, so she filled the basket with highquality meat.

Flap flap flap.

Enlir’s wings flapped relentlessly.

The young dragon, who had barely swallowed thin porridge while receiving treatment, drooled at the sight of the enchanting meat he saw for the first time in a long time.

Looking unpleasantly at the young dragon still cuddled in his little friend’s arms, Rudvig committed the most childish act since his birth.

“Ground thief. Baby dragons can’t eat meat.”

‘What are you saying, you shorty. I’m carnivorous.’

Enlir bared his tiny teeth and growled threateningly, but Rudvig ignored him.

“Eating meat indiscriminately can give a baby dragon an upset stomach.”

‘I don’t get an upset stomach. I’ve even eaten rotten meat.’

“Baby dragons drink milk.”

‘Bleh. I hate milk.’

To express that he wanted meat, not milk, he pointed at the meat basket with his short legs, but it seemed that his benefactor was quite obtuse.

“Really? I didn’t get any strength unless I ate meat. I guess babies are still babies.”

“That’s right. You couldn’t eat meat when you were a baby either.”

Agares giggled and chimed in.

“Oh. I had those days too. I’m sure I did when I was a baby.”

Are you remembering something?

Looking at Evelia, who was still as small as a booger, yet nodded as if recalling the old, old days, the two rulers wore smiles.

When the warm wind blew and the smell of meat wafted, Enlir whined in desperation, but Evelia ruthlessly pulled out a bottle of milk.

“Now, you can’t have an upset stomach, so let’s drink milk instead of meat. Good boy, good boy!”

Puff.

He shook his body as a last resistance, as if to say he disliked it, but Evelia just thought of it as a young dragon’s unreasonable side dish tantrum.

The dragon, said to be the strongest species on the ground.

The dragon that was said to easily blow away a mountain with the breath from its mouth.

In that powerful mouth, a small and cute white milk bottle was forcibly stuck.

Rudvig and Agares grilled and ate meat in front of the young dragon, who was looking resentfully, while flashing a mocking smile whenever their eyes met.

Deliciously munching.

“Arurung.”

Just you wait until I get a little bigger.

‘I won’t let them off. Those villains.’

About 15 minutes later, the young dragon eventually exploded.

It was only natural since he was forcibly deprived of meat during his treatment, and then they were roasting meat right in front of this young carnivore.

From Enril’s perspective, they were nothing less than villains, demons of the world.

“Ptui!”

Enril, who had been sitting next to Evelia, idly dribbling milk onto the ground while suckling on a milk bottle, finally spat out the bottle with a ‘Ptui!’

The size of the rolling milk bottle was almost as big as Enril himself.

Watching the rolling milk bottle, Enril transformed into a human in order to express his will more clearly, stretched his fernlike hands towards his benefactor, and demanded bravely,

“I want meat, too.”

“Eh?”

Surprised by the unexpected voice, Evelia turned her head only to be startled to find the little dragon that had been quietly drinking milk was gone, replaced by a young boy.

“Aaah!!”