Tsk, how did this foolish little brother suddenly get smart for once...
Irene thought to herself.
She forced a smile onto her face:
“Isn't it because you're so mighty and strong, Daviel?”
“Only a black dragon as powerful as you could shoulder such an important task.”
“Don't you agree, Daviel?”
Irene blinked, putting on a weak and helpless act.
“Hmm...”
Daviel nodded and put his hands on his hips, clearly pleased by the flattery.
But he wasn't completely foolish, and he put forward his condition:
“Then seventy percent of the food from this hunt is mine!”
What a greedy fellow... Irene complained inwardly, but her expression remained unchanged.
“Fine, seventy percent is yours.”
Daviel had expected to haggle a bit more. He hadn't expected his sister to agree so easily, and he nearly fell out of the sky in his excitement.
Forcing himself to calm down, he cleared his throat twice:
“Ahem, then the great black dragon Daviel is off to hunt. My foolish sister, you'd better keep up with my pace.”
“Sure, sure, sure...”
Irene readily agreed. After all, once they got back, how they split the food would be decided by fists anyway.
The two dragons came to a quick agreement and dove down together.
However, reality was not as beautiful as their plan.
Before they could even get close to the forest horned deer herd, the deer seemed to sense something.
Without even raising their heads, they began to scatter and flee.
The stag leader immediately shielded the only fawn in the herd.
Its pair of massive antlers pointed straight at the two little black dragons diving from the sky.
Irene instantly understood what was happening.
Those deer had felt the aura radiating from them—the pressure belonging to a true dragon.
In the Draconic Inheritance, this aura was known as Frightful Presence.
In other words, Dragon Fear.
Dragon Fear was not just an aura; it was also a form of power.
It was a powerful pressure unique to the dragon race.
An adult dragon could easily paralyze weak creatures with their Dragon Fear alone.
But for hatchlings who had just been born, they could not yet voluntarily suppress their Dragon Fear.
When prey sensed the Dragon Fear, they would be utterly terrified,
and flee well in advance.
As a result, their Dragon Fear had instead become a hindrance.
Braking sharply in mid-air to avoid slamming into those antlers,
Irene unleashed a breath attack at the stag leader protecting the fawn, hoping to force it away.
But the stag leader had no intention of dodging. As the acid drew near, it suddenly reared its head,
using its massive antlers to ram into the descending acidic breath.
A layer of milky-white light flared on the antlers, blocking most of the acid.
A small amount of acid splashed onto the ground, corroding shallow pits into the earth.
“Mee-aww!!”
The stag leader let out a piercing cry.
Spurred by the sound, the fawn it was protecting dashed quickly toward the forest.
The stag remained in place, seemingly trying to draw their attention.
Without a moment's hesitation, Irene dove toward the fleeing fawn with the whistling wind in her wake.
But the stag leader suddenly turned its head.
Milky-white light began to gather upon its antlers.
In the next second—
“Boom!”
A ball of milky-white light shot out, hurtling toward the little dragon girl.
Danger!
Instinctively, Irene flapped her wings furiously, narrowly dodging the attack.
However, several more light orbs immediately shot out, raining down on her like a torrential storm.
Whoosh—whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
“Tsk, what a pain,”
Irene cursed under her breath.
Turning around, she unleashed another breath attack, meeting the incoming light orbs head-on.
“Boom!”
The light orbs collided with the acid and exploded, making it seem as if a rain of acid was falling from the sky.
Seizing this opening, Irene shouted to Daviel:
“Hold it off!”
Daviel, who was also being held back by the stag leader, heard her shout and took the opportunity to fly upward.
After dodging the incoming light orbs, he spat out a blast of acidic breath.
Forced to defend itself, the stag leader could no longer pursue.
Seeing this, Irene did not hesitate. She spun around and sped off,
rushing into the forest with incredible speed as the wind whistled past.
Even through the dense trees of the forest, her gaze remained locked onto the fleeing fawn.
The fawn was currently fleeing frantically through the woods.
The complex terrain didn't hinder its speed in the slightest; this was an escape instinct carved into its genes by countless ancestors.
Even though it could no longer feel the terrifying Dragon Fear behind it, it still desperately worked its limbs,
leaping and weaving through the trees, using them as cover
in an attempt to block its pursuer.
But in the next moment, that terrifying Dragon Fear swept over it once more.
And along with it came a blast of dark green acidic breath.
The acid shot through the dense layers of trees and struck the fawn's head.
Its highly corrosive nature quickly ate away at its scalp.
Driven by pain, the fawn slipped and fell to the ground.
Propelled by inertia, its body slid forward several more meters, carving a shallow trench in the dirt.
A moment later, the leaves rustled in the wind,
and Irene caught up. She folded her wings and landed steadily beside it.
The fawn was not yet dead, gasping for breath with great difficulty.
Irene took a deep breath, leaned down, and bit through its neck.
“Phew...”
Having finished, the little dragon girl let out a deep breath, feeling as though she had just finished a long-distance run.
In reality, this hunt hadn't consumed much physical energy.
She was just mentally unaccustomed to it.
In her past life, she had never even killed a chicken, yet now she had personally bitten a fawn to death.
“I'm not human anymore, after all,”
the little dragon girl murmured to herself.
A dozen seconds later...
The rustling sound of limbs brushing against leaves echoed through the trees.
Along with it came Daviel's loud, booming voice.
“Food, food, food, food!”
“Here I come!”
With a rustle of leaves, her little dragon brother Daviel squeezed out from the canopy,
landing on the ground with a loud thud.
There were several small tears on his wings.
It was clear that he had definitely taken a beating just now.
Not caring about his wounds in the slightest, Daviel scrambled up from the ground.
Staring at the prey in front of Irene, he licked his draconic lips.
Just as he was about to pounce and feast, a dragon claw suddenly shot out and blocked him.
“My foolish little brother, now is not the time to eat.”
“Huh?”
Daviel widened his eyes and looked at his sister, his tail wagging back and forth.
“Why?”
“I'll tell you if you can guess why.”
Irene didn't explain further. She picked up the prey in her mouth and flew toward the dragon nest.
Eating in the wild was never a good choice; the scent of blood would quickly attract dangerous predators.
With their current physical strength, if they had to fight those dangerous predators for food,
there was a high chance they would end up as dessert instead.
So, it was safer to take it to go and eat back in the dragon nest.
“Guess?”
Daviel blinked, a look of pure innocence in his eyes.
“Hey! Wait for me!”
Seeing Irene fly off into the distance, Daviel quickly flapped his slightly torn wings and chased after her.
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