After emerging from the dragon nest, the two little black dragons floated to the water's surface,
swishing their tails as they swam to the shore.
Climbing onto the solid ground, Irene shook the water from her body, her eyes eagerly scanning her surroundings.
Excluding the dragon nest, this was her first time officially setting foot on the soil of this other world.
She was incredibly curious about everything.
She had to touch every tree along the way with her claws, eager to see how the trees of this fantasy world differed from those of her previous life.
Daviel, on the other hand, was entirely different from the curious little dragon girl; he had absolutely no interest in his surroundings.
His eyes held only a deep craving for meat.
After shaking off most of the water from his body, Daviel spread his rather small wings.
With a gentle flap of his wings, his body slowly lifted off the ground.
From a scientific perspective, a dragon's wings could never generate enough lift to carry such a heavy body.
But this was a fantasy world filled with magic and battle qi.
As magical creatures, dragons never relied on their wings to fly—
they relied on magic.
They possessed an innate passive magical talent similar to Fly, and a high-tier one at that.
To fly, they only needed to spread their wings, and their innate magic would manipulate the surrounding mana
to lift them up.
The wings were mostly used to maintain balance and change direction.
“Hey! Stupid... dear sister, I don't see any prey around here,”
Daviel said, looking down from above.
He had almost let his usual insult slip, but quickly corrected himself after receiving a sharp glare from Irene.
“Of course. This area is saturated with Mom's scent. Those weak creatures wouldn't dare come near.”
Irene leaped down from a crooked tree as nimbly as a cat, scanning the surrounding environment.
“Let's head upstream of the swamp. Most creatures need to drink water, so we can't go wrong following the stream.”
“Fine.”
Daviel flapped his wings and took the lead, flying toward the upper reaches of the swamp.
Though he loathed to admit it, there were times when his savage sister was indeed a tiny bit smarter than him.
But only a tiny bit.
Watching Daviel fly further and further away with absolutely no intention of waiting for her, Irene curled her lip.
She tried spreading her wings.
Although as a dragon she was a natural-born ruler of the skies,
her memories from her past life still left her with an inexplicable awe—and dread—of the sky.
To put it bluntly, she had a fear of heights.
In her previous life, Irene had never even flown in an airplane, and standing in high places always gave her the urge to jump.
“Phew...”
She exhaled slowly and gently flapped her wings.
An invisible upward force slowly lifted her, her claws gradually leaving the solid ground.
Irene felt a mix of excitement and terror.
As she flew higher, she gradually cleared the treetops.
Looking down, the forest resembled an ocean of green and black.
Swaying and rolling with the wind.
The discomfort she had anticipated never came; instead, Irene felt completely refreshed and exhilarated.
“Is this what it feels like to fly freely?”
Irene tried flapping her dragon wings, continuing to climb higher.
She gazed out over the endless forest.
In the distance, she could just barely make out Daviel, who had shrunk to a tiny black speck due to the distance.
She quickly flapped her wings and chased after him.
“Woohoo! Up, up, and away!”
...
The two hatchlings flew one after the other, gradually leaving the vicinity of the dragon nest.
As top-tier predators, dragons possessed vision comparable to Eagle Eye magic, as well as highly acute hearing.
Relying on their natural-born apex predator bodies,
it didn't take long for the two hatchlings to spot their ideal prey on a sparsely forested hill.
The forest horned deer.
They were a herd of creatures resembling sika deer,
with brownish-yellow coats and short horns on their heads.
Each was at least three meters long,
making them two to three times larger than the two little black dragons.
And their strength was a perfect match for their size.
Forest horned deer were not ordinary beasts, but magical beasts capable of casting spell-like abilities.
At the moment, the herd of forest horned deer was leisurely grazing on the hill.
The two little dragons hovered in the air, eyeing this fresh source of meat.
Daviel licked his lips and was about to dive straight down when Irene grabbed him by the tail,
bringing him to an abrupt halt mid-air.
“Why did you grab my tail?!”
Daviel turned around and barked, clearly displeased.
“My foolish little brother, I am saving your life.”
Irene extended her dragon claw, pointing in a certain direction.
Daviel looked in the direction she was pointing.
Near the edge of the herd, he saw an incredibly majestic stag.
This stag was at least five meters long, with a pair of antlers over three meters in length.
“That forest horned deer is probably the leader of the herd.”
“If you rashly charge down there, I'd say there's an eighty percent chance you'll end up skewered on those powerful antlers,”
“and wind-dried into sour, smelly black dragon jerky.”
Irene explained.
Ignoring her description of jerky, Daviel fearfully shrank his neck.
“Then what should we do? Should we find another prey?”
He was a black dragon, proud by nature, but he wasn't stupid.
That leader stag looked to be at least a Bronze Rank creature.
Meanwhile, he and Irene were still just hatchlings, barely at the Black Iron Rank.
If they rushed in blindly, there was an eighty percent chance they would end up exactly as Irene said—skewered on those antlers,
wind-dried into a pair of black dragon sibling jerky.
Irene narrowed her eyes and fell silent.
Her draconic eyes swept over the herd.
Finally, under Daviel's impatient gaze, she pointed in another direction.
Daviel looked where she was pointing.
There was a young fawn that seemed to have been born not long ago.
It was barely over a meter long, with woolly, thick fur that made it look more like a sheep than a horned deer.
Currently, it was being protected in the very center of the herd.
“Our target is that fawn.”
“In a moment, you'll go down to draw the herd's attention. Ideally, you should lure the strongest stag away.”
“I'll take that opportunity to snatch the fawn.”
“It's small enough that I can carry it off in my mouth.”
“Once we fly high enough, those forest horned deer won't be able to do a thing to us. After all, they can't fly.”
Having finished explaining, Irene patted Daviel's head.
“Go pull the aggro once you understand. You've been buffed.”
Daviel didn't move, however. He suddenly turned his head to look at Irene.
“Why do I have to be the one to draw their attention? Why can't you go?”
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