Anne’s nest was connected to the Horned Squirrel’s Cave.0

Upon entering the nest, a quaint cabin nestled in a tranquil forest came into view. In front of it stretched fields with various crops and drying racks holding white linens and clothes.0

The setting was a stark contrast to other dragon nests.0

Do-Jun sat at a pavilion outside as Anne brought tea and an assortment of snacks on a small carrying table. The cookies and bread were beautifully arranged on the plates, showcasing her impressive culinary skills.0

“You seem a bit different, Lord Izaas,” Anne remarked, watching Yong-Yong chatter away with a bright smile as he helped himself to the snacks.0

For Anne, this was an unusual sight. Lord Izaas, from her memory, had always been stoic and expressionless. Yet, the creature before her now seemed much more docile.0

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Yong-Yong replied, popping a cookie into his mouth.0

He had little recollection of his past. While Laghaim often said similar things, Yong-Yong hadn’t paid much attention to them....0