Though there's a saying, 'When in Rome, do as the Romans do.'
But without the Alchemy Ring, Ellie Miller doesn't feel safe at all.
These days, she's been raising dragons while worrying about this problem.
Although they're called little dragonlings, newly hatched dragons don't drink milk; they're bona fide carnivores.
Artor brought over a bowl filled with minced meat and handed the wooden bowl to Ellie Miller.
Ellie Miller worried about the alchemy problem while shoveling food into the dragon's throat with a spoon.
"Artor, is there any news about those Magical Plants?" Ellie Miller asked.
The platinum-colored little dragon nestled in Ellie Miller's arms like a lord, opening its mouth as she fed it.
The dragon's mouth was crammed with minced meat as it turned its head to glance silently at Artor.
That look was very punchable…
Artor: "..."
Artor stared at the dragon for a while without speaking, prompting Ellie Miller to ask him: "Artor?"
