The carriage is shaking. Firo is running with all of her might.
Well, something terrible did happen to her…
This egg is much bigger than Firo’s. It’s not big enough that I’d have to carry it under my arm, but it’s about as big as an ostrich’s.
Cracks begin to spread across the surface of the egg, and from it a small dragon begins to emerge.
“What do dragons even eat?” (Naofumi)
“I think it’s probably meat.” (Raphtalia)
“Did we have any meat?” (Naofumi)