Breakfast, Lullabies, and Questionable Games

Within the cave bathed in morning light, Viola—the dragon household’s head, a stunning beauty who wore not a single thread—was once again cooking to feed the hungry little dragon loli, Daisy.

Of course, she remained completely unclothed, meticulous and as composed as ever while cooking.

“Daisy, are you hungry?”

“No…”

“Even if you’re not, you still need to eat breakfast properly.”

“Okay…”

After their usual morning exchange, repeated almost every day, Viola opened the beast-hide bundle.

She took out a large broadleaf to use as a tray, then pulled out several tuber-like plants resembling sweet potatoes or yams.

With one hand, she lifted the massive, freshly hunted chunk of troll meat and tossed everything into the air together.

In the next instant, the tips of Viola’s long, slender fingers suddenly extended into sharp, blade-like claws.

With a blur of motion, cold flashes of light sliced through the falling meat and tubers in a crisscrossing storm.

By the time everything landed on the broadleaf tray, the meat had become neatly sliced cuts, and the tubers were peeled and chopped.

The skins scattered outside the leaf like discarded scraps.

“Viola’s hand speed is insane! God-tier move!”

Even though Daisy saw this kind of dragon-style cooking every day, she still found it fascinating, clapping her little hands in admiration.

“That troll had been hibernating for centuries. It just woke up today, so I hunted it.

Not sure if the meat suits your taste, but try it first.”

Viola’s tone remained slightly cool as always, though she was clearly putting effort into cooking.

First, she crushed salt crystals and naturally gathered spices from the bundle, sprinkling them evenly over the meat and tubers.

Then, she added wild vegetables she had collected as garnish.

Finally, she leaned closer to the arranged food and exhaled softly—like a breath of flame.

With a soft whoosh, the raw, blood-dripping meat, freshly cut tubers, and vegetables instantly turned into perfectly roasted barbecue, releasing a rich, natural aroma.

“Alright. Let’s eat.”

It… smells really good!

Daisy hadn’t been particularly hungry when she woke up, but seeing this massive platter—if this even counted as cooking—instantly sparked her appetite.

Wrapped in her black-gray fur blanket, she hurried over, took the wooden knife and fork Viola had just carved, and began devouring the steaming feast.

“Nom nom… slurp… I love… crunch crunch… Viola’s barbecue the most… slurp…”

Daisy stuffed juicy, flavorful slices of meat into her small mouth filled with sharp little teeth, eating happily while mumbling praise.

“No need to rush. The food isn’t going anywhere. And don’t be picky—eat your vegetables too.”

Viola watched her gently, her silver-gray eyes—usually carrying a dangerous aura—now completely softened.

Even her ice-queen expression couldn’t hold.

Dragons had enormous appetites, and Daisy, still growing, needed plenty of food.

Though she hadn’t been starving, she still ate a lot.

From the moment Viola woke Daisy to when she left to hunt and returned carrying a troll head heavy enough to shake the earth—it hadn’t even taken that long.

Viola’s principle as a dragon caretaker was simple: Never let her little dragon get hungry.

Even if that meant hunting while completely unclothed, her efficiency was unmatched.

“Crunch crunch… salty… I want water…”

Daisy suddenly paused mid-bite, feeling thirsty, and looked at Viola expectantly.

“Here. Drink.”

Viola extended her slender index finger toward Daisy’s mouth.

At the fingertip, moisture gathered—droplets forming and flowing out.

Dragon physiology allowed for near-limitless transformation.

Some dragons could alter their internal and external structures freely—changing size, appearance, even growing entirely new forms like wings, tentacles, or different physical traits.

Viola, being particularly unique, often transformed her arm into a water-storage structure.

While out hunting, she would absorb large amounts of fresh spring water into her arm—like an interdimensional reservoir—so she could feed Daisy later.

Even though it was normal, Daisy still found it a bit strange.

Still thirsty, she didn’t think too much and gently bit onto Viola’s fingertip, sipping the clear, cool water as it flowed endlessly.

“Today I also stored some fruit juices. Middle finger has grape juice, ring finger has apple, little finger has peach…So, which one do you want?”

Viola explained casually, ending with a slightly mischievous remark.

Naturally, the innocent Daisy didn’t catch the implication at all.

After drinking water and juice, Daisy continued eating.

Even after consuming an amount far larger than her own body size, her stomach didn’t feel full—only about half-satisfied, which felt a bit unbelievable.

Once breakfast was over, Viola sat on a pile of hay.

From her back, dragon wings extended—initially like bat wings of bone and membrane—then transformed, growing soft, fluffy white feathers.

They spread out like a luxurious feather sofa, allowing Daisy to rest comfortably.

“~~~~~”

But instead of jumping onto the wings like a trampoline as usual, Daisy walked around them.

Wrapped in her blanket, she climbed onto Viola’s lap and flopped down lazily, like a well-fed little pet, dozing contentedly.

For hundreds of years, it had always been just the two of them in this isolated cave.

Daisy lived in a hazy, dreamlike routine—curious about the outside world, yet slightly afraid.

Even her past life felt distant and unclear.

But as long as Viola was there, she never felt uneasy or bored.

Like a hatchling imprinting on its first sight, Daisy trusted and depended on Viola completely.

Just being together felt warm and safe—something difficult to put into words.

Viola, still wearing her usual cold expression, couldn’t help but soften.

She smiled faintly and gently combed Daisy’s fluffy white hair with her slender fingers.

“Purr…”

Daisy let out soft, satisfied sounds like a cat.

Each stroke brought a tingling, pleasant sensation.

Viola’s fingertips subtly transformed into brush-like structures, combing each strand and massaging her scalp.

It felt less like fingers and more like countless tiny comb teeth.

Dragon transformation abilities were truly absurdly versatile.

“Laa~ la la~ la la la~…”

As she combed Daisy’s hair, Viola softly sang.

A nameless melody—no lyrics, no accompaniment—yet filled with the weight of millennia.

In this chaotic world, dragons—powerful, solitary, and free—inevitably attracted conflict.

The greater the power, the heavier the cost.

Viola had lived for thousands of years.

She had borne sins, severed ties with her dragon clan, met Daisy in her past life, lost her, and brought her back again.

Time flowed like sand.

All that remained was transcendence—and the quiet act of staying by the one she loved.

Her voice echoed through the cave, carrying a resonance unique to dragonkind.

Outside, birds scattered and beasts fled in panic.

Yet to Daisy, resting on her lap, it was just a soft lullaby.

Even as the cave trembled slightly and dust fell from the ceiling, Daisy simply grew drowsy, completely used to it.

“Viola’s singing… feels kind of…”

She trailed off, too sleepy to finish the thought.

The song lingered—ancient, distant, both gentle and cruel.

After a while, Viola finished. She brushed Daisy’s cheek lightly with her cool fingertips.

“Daisy, rested enough? Want to play something?”

“Oh! I want to play!”

Daisy instantly perked up, jumping up excitedly—only to slip and tumble off the hay pile, rolling twice before bouncing back up happily.

“I love playing with Viola! What are we doing today? Catch or dodgeball?”

Life in a dragon household was simple: eat and play. And their way of playing… was anything but normal.

“I’m thinking…”

Viola rested her chin on her hand, posing like a thinker statue.

After a moment, she smiled—a slightly wicked, teasing smile.

Her arm began to shift.

Flesh rippled and stretched, transforming into countless gray, writhing tentacles of varying thickness, twisting slowly in the air.

“Let’s play with this today, my little Daisy.”

Viola’s transformation ability was exceptional even among dragons.

Daisy had seen many strange forms over the centuries.

But this time…

Seeing Viola smiling like that while producing a mass of wriggling tentacles…

Something definitely felt a bit off.