Help! My Moms Are Overpowered Tyrants, and I'm Stuck as Their Baby!-Chapter 99: A Dragon Goes to School

Sunlight sliced insistently through the curtains, warm and far too cheerful for the exhaustion still stubbornly clinging to every muscle in my body. I blinked groggily, consciousness drifting in slowly, memories of the brutal training session echoing vividly in my aching limbs.

But as much as it hurt, pride flared gently within my chest as I remembered the system's assessment of my progress.

Forty-five percent.

Not perfect, certainly, but significantly less likely to accidentally obliterate a classroom. Progress was progress, after all.

[Awake yet, sleeping beauty?]

"Barely," I mumbled into my pillow, pushing tangled strands of silver hair away from my face. "And I blame you entirely."

[You're welcome.]

I rolled my eyes fondly. "Thank you, by the way," I murmured more seriously. "For everything."

[Oh, look at you, getting all emotional. If I had tear ducts, I'd be weeping dramatically right now.]

"Never mind," I groaned, cheeks warming slightly. "I take it back."

But warmth lingered gently in my chest regardless, a quiet gratitude settling comfortably between us.

I swung my legs off the bed, stretching cautiously to test my sore muscles. Surprisingly, the stiffness had already begun to fade, replaced by a satisfying ache of well-earned exhaustion.

Movement on the opposite end of the room caught my attention, and I glanced toward the elaborate nest of plush pillows piled in a shadowy corner. Golden eyes blinked sleepily back at me, scales shimmering faintly in the morning sunlight.

Smaug yawned widely, displaying gleaming fangs and a forked tongue that flicked briefly before settling lazily across his snout. "Must you make so much noise, tiny tyrant? Some of us were trying to sleep."

I raised an eyebrow. "This is my room, Smaug. You're lucky I don't charge you rent."

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He huffed dramatically, tiny wisps of smoke drifting from his nostrils. "I am a majestic, powerful creature, not some common tenant."

"Majestic, sure," I snorted. "And humble."

He stretched elegantly, scales glinting brilliantly beneath the sunlight. "Humility is overrated."

Before I could retort, the door swung open, revealing Mara and Elira already impeccably dressed, expressions calm and composed, though their eyes glinted with subtle amusement as they took in Smaug's haughty pose.

"Good morning, Your Highness," Mara said smoothly. Her gaze flicked toward Smaug. "Your reptilian companion seems unusually lively today."

"Excuse you," Smaug drawled, feigning offense. "I am always lively. You just lack the observational skills to appreciate my magnificence."

Elira sighed softly. "Clearly."

I smiled faintly, feeling warmth bloom gently in my chest. "He insists on coming to class with me today."

Mara's eyebrow arched elegantly. "The dragon wants an education?"

"More likely he wants snacks," I muttered, pulling myself up reluctantly and stretching again, savoring the pleasant pull of muscles loosening. "He's convinced the cafeteria holds untapped treasure."

Elira shook her head, amused. "Well, it certainly has better pastries than any dragon's hoard I've seen."

Smaug sniffed indignantly. "Shows how limited your experiences are."

Mara's eyes glimmered mischievously. "Of course, my apologies. I forgot dragons prefer jewels to chocolate croissants."

"Croissants are acceptable," Smaug conceded, clearly trying to appear gracious despite the way his eyes glinted greedily. "Now hurry, tiny tyrant. We wouldn't want to be late."

I rolled my eyes, chuckling softly, quickly slipping into the school uniform Mara laid out—a sleek dark jacket over a comfortable white shirt, paired with flexible, neatly tailored pants. Once ready, I slipped on polished boots, adjusted the embroidered collar, and strapped my training sword carefully at my hip.

"Breakfast first," Mara reminded gently. "Your parents were very insistent."

"They always are," I sighed dramatically, though my stomach growled in eager agreement.

Breakfast passed in comfortable routine Mara and Elira quietly attentive as Smaug stole pastries off my plate, smugly ignoring my pointed glare. Soon enough, we found ourselves walking toward class, my dragon companion padding regally beside me, chin lifted as though he were the emperor of this school and not, in fact, a miniature dragon barely larger than a housecat.

Classmates glanced curiously toward us as we entered, their eyes widening when they spotted Smaug. Riven blinked uncertainly from his desk, expression shifting between mild panic and resigned amusement.

"Is that…?" he began hesitantly.

"My emotional support dragon," I finished smoothly, sliding into the seat beside him as Smaug curled imperiously at my feet.

"Emotional support?" Riven asked skeptically, gaze darting nervously to Smaug's sharp claws. "I feel less supported and more intimidated."

"Same thing," Smaug yawned lazily, displaying fangs again for good measure.

Aria bounced into the seat on my other side, eyes sparkling brightly. "Oh wow! You brought Smaug today! This is amazing!"

"I know," Smaug purred smugly. "I truly am."

She giggled delightedly, completely unfazed by his arrogance. "This is going to be so much fun!"

The teacher cleared his throat gently, silencing the growing whispers around the room. "Today," he announced warmly, voice gentle and calm, "we'll be having a special activity outside—a simple scavenger hunt."

Excited murmurs rippled quickly through the class. Beside me, Riven relaxed visibly, relief clear on his face.

"No fighting basilisks today," he whispered gratefully. "Thank gods."

I smirked faintly. "Don't speak too soon."

Our instructor continued smoothly, explaining rules and pairing us off into teams. Predictably, Riven, Aria, and I were quickly grouped together, along with the dubious addition of my haughty dragon companion.

Smaug sniffed disdainfully. "I suppose I'll assist in this trivial game though treasure hunting is admittedly within my considerable expertise."

Riven sighed deeply, already resigned. Aria practically bounced in place, energy radiating enthusiastically from her bright smile.

We soon stood outside in the school courtyard, sunlight warm against our skin, trees rustling gently in the breeze. Our instructor handed us a neatly folded paper filled with riddles and clues, his gaze flicking warily toward Smaug before quickly moving away.

"The first group to solve all their riddles and return here wins," he explained cheerfully. "You may begin whenever you're ready."

Aria immediately unfolded the paper, eyes sparkling eagerly. "Alright team, let's win this!"

I peered curiously at the paper, examining the first riddle closely.

"I have keys but open no locks. What am I?"

"Easy," Smaug drawled immediately. "A keyboard."

Riven blinked, startled. "That was…fast."

Smaug sniffed dismissively. "Intellect, dear child, is a dragon's greatest treasure."

I hid a smile behind my hand, amused despite myself. We quickly moved toward the next clue's location the music classroom, bright with sunlight filtering through large windows. Another slip of paper awaited us on the teacher's piano, riddled with another clever puzzle:

"You use me to write, but I cannot read. What am I?"

"Pen," I said confidently, feeling faint pride warm my chest when my teammates nodded quickly in agreement.

The scavenger hunt continued smoothly, clues steadily solved with surprising ease Smaug's smug cleverness combining seamlessly with Aria's boundless enthusiasm and Riven's quiet, cautious logic. Despite initial hesitation, I found myself genuinely enjoying the activity laughing quietly alongside my friends, feeling warmth spread gently through my chest, more comfortable than I'd ever expected.

Eventually, we found ourselves facing the final clue, hidden cleverly beneath the large oak tree at the edge of the schoolyard. Smaug pawed irritably at the ground, muttering beneath his breath about "undignified digging," while Aria cheered him on enthusiastically.

Riven shook his head fondly. "I never imagined a dragon would become my friend."

Smaug's tail flicked indignantly, but he looked oddly pleased nonetheless. "Be grateful. It's a tremendous honor."