“Hmph, you provide the muscle, I provide the brains. We divide the work and cooperate.”
Xiadam was still being stubborn, still trying to comfort herself, but she quickly regained her spirits.
When it came to building the house, she realized she couldn’t be of much help for now.
“Xisi, give me some fire.”
Xiadam built a simple oven with stones at the side and began grilling fish for lunch.
The big job of logistics still had to be done by herself!
It only took a day for the four walls of the little wooden hut to go up.
And in just a day, the White Dragon Girl finished off all the dozens of big fish she had caught, then curled up in the corner of the wall and went to sleep early.
The Black Dragon Egg was also placed safely in the corner of the hut.
The White Dragon Girl slept soundly, but Xiadam couldn’t fall asleep.
She stepped outside, swinging her Knight Sword beside the firelight of the stone oven, practicing diligently.
During the day, she had come to deeply understand her own incompetence.
She couldn’t allow herself to keep sinking like this.
The next day, Xiadam’s back and waist were sore from over-practicing and she couldn’t work.
The White Dragon Girl took on all the work alone—chopping wood, building the house, going out to hunt for food—she did it all by herself.
This time, Xiadam couldn’t keep up her stubborn front. She accepted reality and could only sit by the fire, dazing off.
But she wasn’t truly jealous of the White Dragon Girl.
Deep down, she was grateful. Without her, she would’ve been eaten by the Demon Bear long ago.
A grudge has its owner, a debt its debtor. The one she hated most was the Supreme Sage who turned her into this—she wished she could skin and tear that person apart.
But right now, how could she possibly have the power to arrest the Supreme Sage?
And the Supreme Sage must have targeted her with that Forbidden Spell just to steal the power of me, the Nameless Hero!
That’s right, that must be it!
His goal was to make her sink into despair through her own incompetence.
“I can’t keep falling like this!”
Saying such bold words, Xiadam spent the whole day by the fire, not needing to do anything.
The most she did was add some firewood, keeping the area warm all day.
A week later, the outer walls and ceiling of the little hut were completed.
Next came the finer details, and that required Human Knowledge—which Xiadam always prided herself on.
She mixed soil with water and chopped weeds, then smeared the mixture into the gaps between the wooden pillars of the hut’s exterior walls, sealing all the cracks.
From now on, there’d be no need to worry about drafts while sleeping inside.
There might still be a little, but not nearly as much as before.
She also made some finer furniture: stools, tables, cups, spoons.
These were things the White Dragon Girl couldn’t make; Xiadam had to whittle them out little by little with her sword.
She used planks to cover all the muddy ground inside, so they wouldn’t have to sleep on the dirt anymore.
A very small hut, but it was finally done.
It was enough for two people to live in.
The house couldn’t be built too big—if it was, it would need support pillars, and they didn’t have that kind of technique yet.
Besides, they weren’t really planning to settle here for good by building this little hut.
The real reason was just to hatch the egg.
This was actually a nursery.
Once the Dragon Egg hatched safely, they would leave immediately to travel.
“How long does it usually take for a Dragon Egg to hatch?” One day while eating together, Xiadam asked.
“No.” The White Dragon Girl spoke human language, her pronunciation clear, but she could only say one word.
“I’ve told you so many times to use a spoon to eat—don’t grab with your hands! Are you a savage?”
“No.”
“No what? You obviously understand me, so why can’t you just do it?”
“…No!”
The White Dragon Girl grabbed the whole roasted black chicken, muttered under her breath, and stormed out the door.
Xiadam spread her hands, not saying much more.
It seemed their life wasn’t all smooth sailing either. They often quarreled, totally lacking the tacit understanding they once had as one man and one dragon.
But at night, the White Dragon Girl would definitely cling to Xiadam before she could fall asleep.
Xiadam had no complaints, acting as a body pillow, and it was indeed more comfortable to cuddle together.
Anyway, after a night’s sleep, the quarrel from yesterday was forgotten; fighting at the head of the bed, making up at the foot.
“Don’t move, let me measure your size.”
Xiadam used Tree Vine as a measuring tape, measuring the White Dragon Girl’s three sizes, preparing to make clothes for both of them.
She couldn’t let her run around naked in the deep forest every day hunting, could she? That would be too uncouth.
“Mm mm mm~”
The White Dragon Girl squirmed, feeling uncomfortable with the Tree Vine, and was very uncooperative.
Just measuring some sizes, and yet she dragged it out for ages.
“Alright, you can go now.” Xiadam put away the vine.
“Kill!” The White Dragon Girl immediately dashed into the forest, brimming with murderous intent as she went hunting.
“Ah~” After she left, Xiadam looked at her own measurements and could only sigh helplessly.
She picked up the Stone Needle and Beast Hide and focused on sewing clothes, sitting there the whole day, just like a stay-at-home wife.
By dusk, the “husband” came home.
Xiadam personally dressed the White Dragon Girl in new clothes.
A Knight’s Underwear and Soft Beast Hide Shorts—made from the best materials.
“No!” The White Dragon Girl was a bit resistant, but still put on the underwear properly.
After dinner, she lay down on the bearskin bedding, impatiently patting the spot beside her, signaling Xiadam to come sleep together.
“You sleep by yourself. I’m not ready to sleep this early.” Xiadam sat on the stool, looking helpless, and refused.
“Ugh!” The White Dragon Girl acted like a child, making a fuss.
But after a while, she fell asleep and quieted down.
“Was the White Dragon King who accompanied me for thirty years really this kind of personality?” Xiadam scratched her head, feeling rather speechless.
Though she complained, she went outside, lit the fire, and continued sewing a Beast Hide coat by the fire.
Now, they weren’t completely naked, but she couldn’t let the White Dragon run around the forest in just her underwear, could she?
Still, there was one thing about becoming a girl that made Xiadam happy—her presbyopia was gone, and her vision was crystal clear.
But Xiadam seemed to forget that she was still wearing that tattered Swordsman’s Robe full of holes.
If it were her old man’s body, no one would care.
But now, she was a delicate young girl, her skin faintly visible in the firelight—revealing her vulnerabilities, which was quite improper.
“Whoo, whoo, whoo~”
The night wind howled, and Xiadam shivered.
Looks like she couldn’t rush things. She’d better go back to sleep.
The sleeping White Dragon Girl seemed to sense Xiadam returning to the room.
She squinted, drowsily pulled back the Bearskin Quilt, and let Xiadam crawl in.
“How come, in such a ridiculous place, we can still understand each other so well?” Xiadam smiled wryly.
In the end, she obediently nestled into the White Dragon Girl’s warm embrace, pulling the Bearskin Quilt over them, and closed her eyes to sleep.
“Stop groping! Why do your fingers always end up there?”
“No.”
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Dig!”
“I’ll break your fingers.”
“Wrong~ I’m wrong.”
“Didn’t you just speak?”
After some tussling, the two finally settled down to sleep.
In the corner, the Black Dragon Egg quietly trembled, a fine crack appearing on its shell.