Linda scratched her head, looking worried.

It seems the only option left is to resort to the worst-case scenario: seeking help from the Holy Rock Adventurers.

"Let's take a look at the nursery. If that doesn't work, we'll figure something out."

We arrived at the last cave.

Here is a warm dragon's nest woven from branches and dead leaves.

Gold coins and gems were scattered around the dragon's lair.

There's a kind of nouveau riche beauty to it.

Linda jumped into the dragon's lair.

This thing is round, two meters in diameter, and more than enough to sleep a bear.

Linda collected all the scattered gold coins and gems into her spatial ring, then searched around but found nothing new.

"The protection of the World Tree Goddess seems to have failed..."

Linda sighed, tightened her grip on Tasia on her back, and prepared to leave the nest.

"Huh?"

"Um?"

Linda encountered a monster as soon as she arrived at the entrance to the nursery cave.

The two stared at each other, both somewhat bewildered.

This monster has green skin and delicate, spiral-shaped horns, about the length of an index finger.

It stands on its sturdy hind legs like a human, but its forelegs are much smaller. It is holding a half-eaten roasted slime and looking at Linda with a blank and adorable expression.

He couldn't understand why his home had been occupied by the other party after he had only gone out for a short while.

"Roasted slime... was it the one I left outside to attract monsters?"

"Where did it come from? Did it sneak out of the nest while I was collecting dragon blood? Or did it return from outside, with the Forest Dragon following behind it?"

Looking at the two-meter-tall baby dragon in front of him, Linda's expression changed drastically, and a series of thoughts flashed through his mind.

"Poison Enchantment!"

"Venom Orb, Cross Slash!"

After a stalemate of less than three seconds, Linda made the first move.

He drew his royal sword, coated it with deadly poison, and began with the basic knightly martial art that Isa had taught him: the Cross Slash!

Linda had considered taming a young dragon and making it her slave. However, newly hatched dragons have already pledged allegiance to their masters and are difficult to tame. Moreover, these are trial monsters, not to be taken out of the Great Mystic Realm, and are essentially the divine power of the World Tree Goddess.

To put it another way, Linda would much rather have its flesh, bones, and magic core than a pet that she can't tame.

A dead baby dragon is more valuable than a living one!

"Waaah!"

With a roar, the young dragon opened its mouth wide, and grass-type magic transformed into vines, shooting towards Linda.

As expected of a dragon, it is born at level 25 and will probably grow to level 30 in just one month.

But no matter how strong the young dragon's talent is, Linda has the advantage now!

A fully upgraded Venom Orb can fire two at once; the first orb corrodes the vines spewed out by the young dragon, while the second enters its open mouth.

The toxin took effect instantly, and a number -5543 appeared above the young dragon's head.

The baby dragon was so uncomfortable, its mouth was both numb and spicy, that it jumped up and down, its big eyes looking pitiful, as if it was about to shed tiny pearls.

Don't let its cute appearance fool you; it'll grow up to be a vicious dragon.

Dragons and adventurers are inherently at odds. Their territories and bodies are coveted by adventurers, who seek to slay them for the reputation of dragon slayers and the riches they gain. Therefore, every young dragon receives guidance from its parents:

Adventurers are the greatest enemy of the dragons. If you let the young ones escape, the old ones will come, and if you let the old ones escape, a group of even older ones will come. Unless you wipe them all out, you will definitely be the one who dies!

Endless adventurers are the greatest enemy of the dragons!

If Linda lets the baby dragon go just because it looks cute, even a saint would be moved to tears.

Taking advantage of the 'aftercast' of the Venom Orb attack causing the whelp to groan in pain, Linda's Cross Slash followed, striking the whelp squarely on the head.

In an instant, blood splattered everywhere!

"Woo-hoo, woo-hoo!"

The young dragon sensed a threat to its life, unleashed its inner potential, and subconsciously used its dragon might.

It is similar to the [momentum] of the star rank, but its strength far exceeds that.

The adult dragons at the top of the dragon hierarchy can wipe out an entire adventure party of the same level with just their roar!

Linda felt her body grow heavy, a sense of fear welled up from the bottom of her heart, her legs buckled, and she couldn't help but want to kneel down.

But the young dragon did not continue its attack; instead, it scratched its head with its forelimbs, looking confused.

It's like a newbie entering a game with a max-level character, clumsy and unsure of what to do.

In other words, if the baby dragon is born soon enough, and after a few days it masters the basic combat skills, Linda will find herself in a tough fight.

And now... the enemy has a huge recovery animation, yet he just stands there doing nothing. Linda will personally teach him a lesson about how serious the consequences of such behavior, which is enough to make onlookers' brains bleed.

"Dark Whip!"

Linda threw out her whip, which wrapped around the young dragon's mouth to prevent it from unleashing its roar, and then she swung her royal sword at it.

clang!

The scales clashed with the longsword, sparks flying everywhere.

Linda was envious of the dragons' defensive capabilities.

One sword, two swords, three swords... The royal sword finally pierced the young dragon's flesh.

Pain flashed in the young dragon's eyes. Its wings and forelimbs flapped and clawed wildly, and it tried to open its mouth to unleash a dragon roar, but it was firmly bound by Linda's dark whip.

He was brutally beaten by adventurers from the moment he was born!

"Venom Orb!"

Linda aimed at the wound she had made and shot a purple magic orb into it.

The young dragon's eyes were wide open, and its body convulsed.

If it could speak, it would probably be spewing sweet words and greetings to Linda's entire family.

"Knight's Sword Technique * Sword Dance!"

Linda unleashed a spinning sword technique, using her body to maximize the power of the move.

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