The pages of the book flipped rapidly and finally stopped at one.
The very first line read:
“I dreamed of a world indistinguishable from reality—my parents, my siblings, friends, enemies, those I loved, beasts and birds, insects and animals—all were just the same.”
“In the dream that is life, death is the moment we awaken.”
The accompanying illustration was an extremely large and intricately detailed magical formation.
Enya had copied this during one of her grave-digging—ahem—ancient ruin exploration trips.
It was a barrier magic from the Goddess of the Night, and she planned to use it as a nest.
This spell could create a dream world, one that overlays the real world, effectively hiding anything within it.
What Enya wanted to hide was herself, and Rosily.
She had full confidence in this spell’s security—after all, she’d personally experienced it.
It had taken considerable effort and the help of a certain witch for her to escape that dream world last time.
This time, she didn’t want herself—or Rosily—to suffer the same fate as the slain dragon: dead and forgotten.
She sat directly on the floor, picked up a carving knife with one hand, and grabbed a black cube from the mountainous pile with the other.
Then she began carving them one by one.
Made a mistake? Undo the last action!
Inside this space, Enya had infinite room for error, with no fear of wasting materials.
This library was Enya’s cheat, her plug-in.
It could record anything—whether it was a tree, a leaf, a raindrop, a speck of dust, even a gust of wind—it could all be captured and turned into a page of illustrated text within its books.
This was the source of Enya’s long-standing support: a space with special abilities.
In truth, it was more like a “system.”
Enya wasn’t sure whether it had sentience.
Ever since she first entered this place, it had only given her one cryptic message—and then never made a sound again.
No quests, no rewards.
So quiet it felt abnormal.
It had taken her ages just to figure out how to use it properly.
“We will meet again at the end of time.”
That was the only sentence the system ever left her.
It’s still etched deep in her mind.
The signature read: “Creative Will to Survive.”
…
The next morning, Enya slowly opened her eyes.
A hint of fatigue shimmered in her golden irises.
Spending so long inside that special space had clearly drained her mentally.
She lifted her head and stretched her back.
That felt a little better.
She’d spent the whole night sitting duck-style, hugging the dragon egg without moving.
Now, the dark star-like halo above her head had faded—signaling she’d entered offline mode.
“Creative Will to Survive” wasn’t inside Enya’s body.
It existed somewhere unknown.
The halo was merely a projection, or perhaps just a symbol showing that Enya was connected to whatever network it belonged to?
Enya exhaled lightly and gently moved the dragon egg from her lap to the blanket.
She stretched out her numb legs, resting a moment before finally getting out of bed.
She was only wearing two thin undergarments—the kind that barely covered 10% of her body.
Most of her fair, flawless skin was left exposed to the air.
Opening the wardrobe, she found five or six long dresses and a variety of other clothes.
The colors varied, but the styles were all conservative.
It seemed the maids from yesterday had put a lot of thought into preparing them.
Enya casually picked out a plain white dress.
She untied the black string at the back of the collar, lowered the garment, and stepped one leg through, then the other.
Her pair of long, smooth, pale legs slid through the fabric, and under her control, her slender dragon tail tucked neatly between them.
She pinched the edge of the collar and pulled it up.
The smooth, high-quality fabric slid over her pink-tinged skin, rising until it was blocked by her proudly prominent chest.
She slid her arms through the sleeves and adjusted the fabric slightly at her chest.
Then, reaching both arms behind her shoulders, she tugged the black ribbon tight and tied it into a bow, pulling the top snug around her body.
With a flick of her silver hair, she let it fall naturally down her back.
Enya instinctively glanced down at her chest.
It felt like she’d tied it a bit too tight.
She folded her arms beneath her bust, lifting the full, heavy pair.
Feeling their weight, she couldn’t help but sigh.
“If only I were as flat as Vivienne… These things are really getting in the way.”
She walked over to the mirror and looked herself over from side to side.
Not bad.
Actually, she looked great—but maybe too great.
All the white was a bit blinding…
Silver hair, white dress, pale skin—altogether, it made her eyes and lips stand out strikingly.
“Maybe I should wear something in a different color?”
Enya suddenly recalled her childhood, dressed up like a porcelain doll in fancy clothes—enduring it all under the searing gaze of the father she’d later beaten to a pulp.
She pouted, then turned toward the bed.
Reaching out, she gently touched the quiet egg nestled under the blankets—Rosily.
“I’m heading out for a bit. I’ll be back soon, I promise. I’d never leave you behind, Rosily.”
She’d already prepared all the materials after a long night’s hard work.
Her design for the Redpine City barrier had been finalized long ago.
Now, all that remained was to put it into action!
A dragon truly deserved to be called a mythical being.
Even as an egg, Rosily already had the consciousness of a human toddler.
Enya hated the idea of leaving her, even for a short while.
And little Rosily didn’t want to leave her mother’s warm, cozy embrace—not even for a second.
But after Enya gently kissed the eggshell, Rosily held back her tears with a soft, sulky whimper.
“Such a good girl, Rosily.”
Enya felt her little one’s reluctant approval and headed swiftly out the door.
Rosily lay there, dazed.
Though she had awareness, her body was still trapped inside the shell and unable to move.
Enya had only nurtured her with magic—not knowledge—so Rosily’s mind was still a blank slate.
Despite already holding Tier 4 magic, she couldn’t use it at all yet.
Even at that level, she still couldn’t break the shell.
She needed more of Enya’s source magic.
So boring…
As the lingering warmth of her mother’s presence slowly faded, Rosily grew more and more aggrieved.
She didn’t want to stay in the shell anymore.
She wanted to get out and run around!
She recalled the sensations she received when her mother took her on walks.
Trying to mimic that, she attempted to wriggle.
Nope. Couldn’t move at all.
It was impossible to tell how much time passed.
But eventually, Rosily sensed that familiar magic aura again.
Her gloom vanished in an instant, replaced by joy.
Enya had returned, landing softly in the courtyard.
Even from a distance, she could feel Rosily’s excitement.
The etched black-gold minerals Enya had carefully carved were already buried in precise spots underground.
Once activated, the barrier would be complete.
And that meant—it was finally time to hatch the egg.
Tftc!
Finally our little one will be born, I mean hatch