I Raised A Black Dragon

Chapter 1

Soon, the witch was informed that the delivery was complete.

Noah attempted to calm her nerves, anxious for any mishap to occur. “Everything will be fine, Noah. Things would be the way they were exactly before. My peaceful life will remain as it is!” the witch convinced herself.

Or so she thought.

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“What?!”

“…..”

Noah woke up to the sight of the baby dragon, which she supposedly returned, flapping its wings in front of the fireplace. Bewildered, her mouth agape. Am I dreaming? She pulled her nightcap down and forcibly rubbed her eyes to test if the beast was merely an illusion.

As she removed the nightcap from her eyes, the dragon was nowhere to be seen.

“Oh.”

Noah let out a sigh of relief.

She fixed her nightcap, intending to sleep again. The room had become chilly, she thought, so she snapped her fingers, and the flames grew big.

“Okay…I’m going back to sleep.”

She muttered and returned to her bed.

Suddenly, Noah felt a tug.

“Huh?”

There it is!

The baby dragon was clutching the ends of her nightgown.

“…..”

Hesitant, she pretended not to see the dragon and shifted her step. Unfortunately, her gown stretched into a tear.

My polka-dot nightgown. This set was a limited edition of the Frill Happy Night’s Wardrobe, which I paid much for! This was my favorite…

She glanced at the creature again. This time, there was sympathy in her eyes.

Hold on, a truce!

The baby dragon’s mouth relaxed. Once she secured the condition of her gown, with a wave of her hand, the blanket that had been placed in front of the fireplace flew like Aladdin’s magic carpet. Then, she wrapped the dragon tightly with it.

The baby dragon cooed.

“Whoops.”

It’s my victory.

Noah smiled contentedly, shaking her hands off.

If there is one thing I benefited from this body, it is her magical ability.

Eleonora was a witch who possessed magical powers powerful enough to be branded as the most wicked villain. Also, an infamous inventor of magical items.

Currently, Park Noah owns the body of Eleonora. Hence, she could not perform the deceased witch’s magic perfectly. But, her talent in inventing magical items remained as it is.

With merely a flick of a hand, she could control the flames or make her opponents fly and fall. A 100-year-old automatic bazooka that persistently harassed the heroines in a novel or a machete that pokes the opponent’s vital parts as long as you set up a target would be easy.

The great witch, Eleonora, kept a record of instructions for everything, which was very convenient for Park Noah, who couldn’t memorize everything at one go.

In short, she has control over everything in her house.

It’s a piece of cake to subdue a baby dragon!

Meanwhile, the baby dragon wrapped securely in a blanket, tottered away. He staggered and eventually fell to his side.

The blanket slid off, revealing a pair of big swollen eyes, brimming with tears.

The dragon hiccupped. The fragile humanness underneath the witch’s apathetic facade was moved, her conscience attacked.

“Eh…What am I going to do with this little boy…”

Noah eventually gave in to its cuteness and found herself crouching in front of the dragon. She scooped the dragon into her arms and removed the blanket that was almost suffocating it.

Only then did she notice how big, compared to yesterday when it just came out of its egg, the dragon has already become. Just the day before, the dragon was all wrinkly and couldn’t even open its eyes. Now, its skin is tight, and its eyes wide open.

She tickled the dragon under its moist chin.

“Baby.”

The dragon cooed.

“Were you shipped to the wrong address?”

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