The next day, Logan woke from deep sleep. Very skillfully avoiding the dragon egg beside him, he rose from the nest and left.
At the side, Aki alertly opened one eye. After confirming that the movement had been made by Logan, she tilted her head, pressed it against the dragon egg, and continued to sleep.
Just as Logan walked out from the depths of the nest, a dozen or so Radiant Crystal Butterflies, under the wary gaze of the Fire Wyvern Guard Squad, flew to Logan's side.
Only a single day had passed, yet the originally still very weak Radiant Crystal Butterflies had already regained their vitality at this moment. One had to admit that life energy truly was miraculous.
At first, Logan had thought these Radiant Crystal Butterflies had come to provide him with the life energy they had gathered, and he secretly complained in his heart that their number was a bit too small. After all, yesterday there had been a dense swarm of them, and they had only provided that little bit. Would these dozen or so not be so few that he would not feel anything at all?
However, as he moved, the Radiant Crystal Butterflies showed no intention of coming up to inject energy. They only flew around at Logan's side, as if acting as guards, always maintaining a steady distance.
"Fine~"
He no longer paid attention to these little things beside him and simply treated them as his new ornaments. He walked out of the nest, spread his wings, and soared into the sky.
Today, he was not going out to hunt, nor was he going to go act as the "Second Sun" so early. Logan also knew very well that too much could be as bad as too little. Without needing the boss of nature to remind him, he could adjust the duration of Sunlight based on the state of the Ancient Tree region.
Today, he had something more important to do.
And that was to go to Astera to "invite" Mother Chameleos!
In Logan's perception, the life aura of the dragon egg had already become nearly stable. When he slept at night, Logan, thanks to his various senses strengthened by Mind's Eye, could even hear that steady heartbeat inside the dragon egg.
This also meant that the time for the hatchling to break out of its shell was almost here!
Even though he knew that, as an Elder Dragon hatchling, once it had fully formed it would not so easily run into problems, it was, after all, his first bloodline. No matter what, he had to make some guarantees, and Mother Chameleos, this mutated medicinal Chameleos, was without a doubt the best "doctor" in the current New World.
As for whether Mother Chameleos would come or not—do not forget, she still owed Logan a favor.
Soaring up into the clouds, Logan instinctively used Gale Wings to accelerate himself. The dozen or so Radiant Crystal Butterflies hid in the gaps between the scales on his back and set out together with him.
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Astera.
Mother Chameleos, with a decorative metal lock hanging around her neck, was lying at the entrance of her nest, lazily enjoying the morning sunlight.
For a Chameleos that favored dark and damp environments, the noon sun was far too dazzling, and the temperature difference at dusk was too great. It was far inferior to this brief feeling of comfort when the sun first rose in the early morning.
Ever since treating that hunter who had been infected with the plague, along with those healers who might have been exposed, Mother Chameleos had tossed the Research Commission a toxin that could cure the plague through fighting poison with poison, and afterward began contemplating the matter of energy toxins.
However, this topic really was somewhat abstruse. She did not have a virus like the one the Shagaru Magala possessed, which could convert inorganic matter into organic matter, and pure toxins could not, like a virus, intervene in energy through bioenergy. So this topic still had not made much substantive progress even now.
Just as Mother Chameleos was enjoying the morning sun and waiting for the Research Commission's feeding, a gust of fierce wind swept past, and Logan landed steadily on the platform not far away.
He then closed his eyes and began using Mind's Eye to sense where the Chameleos was.
But right in front of Logan, Mother Chameleos, who was lying there hidden, croaked in a dry, casual tone. She then turned half-transparent, indicating that she was right in front of Logan.
Logan opened his eyes again. Seeing Mother Chameleos lying less than three meters away from him, he felt somewhat helpless.
Ever since he used his mastery over Terastal energy back then to show off in front of Mother Chameleos, this creature had acted as if she had taken the wrong medicine. In just a few short years, she had once again refined her stealth ability.
Now, even with the wind and dust stirred up when he landed, Logan still could not detect her at such close range at the first moment.
One had to admit—when it came to stealth and self-preservation, Mother Chameleos truly was insane.
But this was not the time to get hung up on that. Logan told Mother Chameleos the purpose of his visit.
The result he received was a "are you sick or something?" look from Mother Chameleos.
Coming all the way from such a far place specifically for the birth of a hatchling—just to have her come take a look?!
Was it not merely a hatchling breaking out of its shell?
If something went wrong during hatching, at worst it would just die!
Logan and Aki were so young; it was not like they could not have another.
To Mother Chameleos, whose sense of familial affection was naturally indifferent, Logan's level of concern for the hatchling was something she truly could not understand—even though she now already possessed familial emotions surpassing most Chameleos.
"Gwa~"
Mother Chameleos, although she did not understand, still chose to respect it. After all, it was just one trip, and she could even repay a favor. Why not?
...
Logan quietly left, just as he had quietly come. Other than mooching a grand feast at Astera, he simply made off with a certain lazy Mother Chameleos.
"Did you notice it?"
The Huntsman nudged the Admiral beside him with his elbow.
"Are you talking about those butterflies fluttering around Boss Fire Wyvern?"
"Mm, it's really strange. Given the Sunblaze Dragon's fondness for cleanliness, He can actually tolerate a swarm of bugs at His side."
"It is very strange, but after all, it's Boss Fire Wyvern. If He does something like that, there must be some deeper meaning behind it. Hasn't it always been that way these years?" the Admiral replied. As he spoke, he suddenly turned around and headed toward the distribution area.
The Huntsman nodded in agreement. Logan could be said to have been watched by the Research Commission from His "juvenile stage" all the way to His current "adolescent stage," and they had witnessed Him grow, bit by bit, from hiding His identity within the group of Fire Wyverns into His own true form.
In the scholars' estimation, the Sunblaze Dragon's current form was most likely still not His final form; He was still continuing to grow at an astonishing rate. Therefore, anything that happened to Logan was reasonable in the eyes of the Research Commission.
Some members of the Research Commission even had an ideal: to be able, within their lifetime, to see the Sunblaze Dragon's final form in His "mature stage."
"Wait, where are you going? The matter in the Wildspire Waste still hasn't been resolved. You can't run off to the Ancient Tree again!"
Seeing the Admiral walking faster and faster, the Huntsman immediately understood what this guy was planning and hurriedly chased after him.
...
At the Ancient Tree, Aki kept watching the dragon egg that shook from time to time, and kept turning her head to look toward the entrance of the nest.
One cat after another, under Tonkotsu's lead, together with the Ancient Wyverian Shrine Guards led by the Wyverian girl, were standing guard near the nest. They stared from a distance at the dragon egg whose shaking was becoming more and more frequent, and just like Aki, they kept turning back from time to time to look outside the nest.
Just as everyone was growing anxious, Logan's figure burst out from the white clouds, gliding down from the sky at incredible speed. Beating His wings, He came to a steady stop at the entrance to the nest.
"Gwa~"
Mother Chameleos stuck out her tongue, panting heavily, her pair of lifeless fish eyes constantly rolling upward.
Perhaps because of the bond of blood, Logan suddenly felt a palpitation in His chest on His way back, as if a voice kept urging Him on.
So, when the return journey was only halfway through, Logan directly unleashed Gale Wings at full power, continuously creating one wind vortex after another to accelerate himself.
Nothing happened to him, but the accompanying Mother Chameleos really suffered.
Having never experienced this kind of flying, She had almost been wrecked by the wind vortices' step-by-step bursts of acceleration. Even now, after landing, Her wings were still faintly trembling, and all of Her strength was being used just to keep Her body balanced.
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