Chapter 12 - 11: The Secret Procrastinated by Sloth
Spring in the northern Old Continent remained bitterly cold. A mere passing of dark clouds brought falling snow, burying the traces of the forest skirmish from a few days prior.
However, the pit that had once been a battlefield was somewhat peculiar.
The snowflakes often melted as soon as they landed.
This abnormal phenomenon was visibly spreading to the surrounding area.
In just a few days, it grew into a stream, converging and forming a natural hot spring that steamed with heat.
Unknown to all, the heat source was a Red Dragon hiding beneath the earth.
As David entered a deep sleep, his Dragon Might receded, attracting many warmth-loving and bold animals, like macaques and brown bears, to linger.
But David could never have imagined it. Despite having devoured eight obese individuals in one go, his physique had reverted to its original state within mere days, even showing signs of continuing to waste away. His stomach rumbled, demanding to start its shift, heralding another day of non-stop toil.
If it were another Hatchling, like a White Hatchling Dragon, for example, hoarding enough fat from such a feast would allow it to hibernate straight from the start of that spring until the next. Then, it would wake up to lick the moss off the iron ores at its nest’s entrance. It would barely survive like this until the spring of the year after next. This would continue until the five-year period was up, when it officially became a young dragon. Just then, its mother would go into heat and kick it out of the nest to fend for itself.
If David, who was starting to show signs of awakening due to hunger, had the leisure to flip through his Dragon heritage—which was practically brand new, as if fresh from the factory—he would probably realize...
He was very likely ill.