Chapter 15 : Enya – No, You’re Not Hungry!

Hungry? Hungry my ass! I’ve already been drained dry!

The moment Rosily’s first word was “hungry,” Enya nearly lost it.

Pressing down gently on the back of Rosily’s head, she said:

“No, you’re not hungry!”

“But…”

“No buts. Be good. You’re just not hungry.”

“Mm… okay.”

Rosily leaned against Enya’s shoulder, burying her face in her mother’s silvery hair. 

Even though Mom said that, her tummy really did feel a little empty… and she was so tired, so drowsy, all she wanted was sleep.

Enya felt Rosily’s breathing gradually grow calm. 

She loosened her grip and looked down—only to find that the little one had fallen asleep again. 

Staring at that delicate, lovely little face, Enya found herself smiling without realizing it.

I have a child now!

I have a child now?

I… have a child…

That was something Enya had never imagined before. 

Ever since coming to this world—and discovering that she was now a girl—she’d never once thought about such a thing.

But fate loves to play tricks. 

Somehow, unbelievably, one day came when she truly held her own child in her arms.

Mm… this is all still so weird.

Her face grew increasingly hot. 

She couldn’t help but tighten her embrace around little Rosily.

Suddenly, a tear fell—landing softly on Rosily’s fresh, newborn cheek. 

Enya was startled. 

Only then did she realize her vision had gone blurry.

Am I… crying?

Heart-wracking sobs echoed in the small room. 

No matter how hard she tried, Enya couldn’t stop the tears from flowing.

Was it joy? Was it sorrow?

Perhaps not even Enya herself knew for sure.

After crying her fill, when the tears finally stopped, she remembered—

Rosily still isn’t wearing any clothes!

Flustered, she quickly fetched a clean piece of cloth and gently wrapped Rosily in it.

Just over 1.4 meters tall—hard to believe she was a newborn.

Dragon Princesses really are something, huh?

Looking at the peacefully sleeping Rosily, Enya wiped her reddened eyes, leaned in, and kissed the little one gently on her smooth forehead. 

Then she lay down on the floor, holding the swaddled “infant,” and slowly closed her eyes.

Enya was exhausted. 

More than ever before. 

It wasn’t just her body—it was a deep, soul-worn fatigue.

“Now that Rosily’s hatched on her own… maybe I can finally rest for a bit too?”

As she thought this, Enya’s consciousness slowly drifted into sleep.

She walked into a dream she had crafted for Rosily—one where she lived life as Mrs. Phil and watched her daughter grow up, day by day. 

She ran a small herbal shop, born of her little interest in potion-making. 

Aside from treating patients, she would post beginner herb-gathering quests at the Adventurer’s Guild.

At home, she experimented with all kinds of cooking. 

Whether it turned out tasty or not, it all ended up in Rosily’s belly anyway.

Their days passed in mundane little fragments. 

It felt like playing house… yet oddly, Enya felt a void in her heart begin to fill. 

The places once consumed by hatred… began to sprout something new.

And then—boom. 

Her mind erupted.

Pain seared through her skull as Enya forced her eyes open.

Her entire body flushed crimson, blood rushing wildly through her veins. 

It was as if something inside her was about to burst out. 

Gritting her teeth, Enya reached for another vial of crimson potion.

This potion was called Bloodline Lock.

Just as the name implied, it was a medicine used to seal bloodlines. 

Enya had to use one every so often to suppress the dragon bloodline inside her. 

What she was experiencing now was the dragon bloodline attempting to assimilate her completely.

Even though she had just transferred all of her magic into her daughter, Enya had bound herself to the dream barrier. 

This effectively linked her life force with the entire city of Redpine, allowing her to draw on its ambient magic as her own.

Of course, there was a price.

The immense mental toll—and the fact that Enya herself was now bound to this land. 

She could no longer leave.

She had become a tethered spirit.

Enya bit off the vial’s neck with her silver teeth and gulped down the vivid red liquid. 

It didn’t take effect immediately, so all she could do was endure the excruciating, full-body pain. 

Only after several minutes did her aura begin to settle again.

This happened about once a month—and worse still, it didn’t align with her period.

So Enya had to endure pain twice a month…

Tiny dragon scales appeared on her arms. 

Her ears became pointy. 

Her horns grew another segment. 

Her tail thickened—rounder and heavier than before.

Her transformation into a dragon… had progressed again.

A crown of dark starlight floated above her head.

She entered her consciousness space and soared above the “library” inside her mind, flying toward the massive black dragon drifting in the void.

The dragon was immense, its size dwarfing Enya like a speck of grass seed. 

But Enya wasn’t afraid of this majestic being.

Who would fear a creature they had already killed once?

If she could kill it the first time—she could kill it again!

She looked up at the dragon’s enormous head, crossed her arms, and said proudly:

“What’s wrong? Can’t hide anymore, huh?”

The pitch-black dragon gave no reply. 

Its form was dim and weak—clearly injured. 

It had, in fact, just tried to smash its way into the library, only to bash its own head in and fail.

For now, Enya didn’t attack. Instead, she spoke:

“Pandrak—can’t we just coexist peacefully?”

“Peacefully? Hah. A human’s words are the least trustworthy!”

The dragon’s deep, majestic female voice echoed in her mind—full of disdain. 

Clearly, she had no interest in peacefully sharing this body with Enya.

It was either possession, or mutual destruction.

Enya had expected this. 

She didn’t argue further and instead asked a single question:

“Then tell me—who was that blonde woman who showed up back then?”

The dragon—Pandrak—let out a cold chuckle.

She turned and flew away without answering.

Enya didn’t stop her, letting the wounded remnant of the dragon’s soul slink back into a dark corner of her mind.

Back in reality, she carried Rosily into another room and gently laid her down on a proper bed, so her daughter could sleep soundly.

With that settled—it was time to clean up the mess at home.

First, Enya wiped off the sticky, sweet-smelling fluid on her body. 

She didn’t bother changing or showering yet, and instead returned to the room from earlier.

She opened the door—and winced at the sight.

Absolute chaos.

The bed had exploded into pieces. 

At least the house was still standing.

She walked over and began picking up the shattered eggshells from the floor.

Oviparous creatures eat their shells after hatching, right?

This was a dragon egg, after all. 

Who knew what kind of miraculous properties it might have in potion-making?

Thinking it over, Enya decided that grinding it into powder and mixing it into Rosily’s food might help nourish her body.

After some time, she finally finished cleaning up the aftermath.