The Hidden Extra: The Lazy Prince Refuses to Ascend The Throne Chapter 704 Eira's Human Form

"Brother, something's happening to Eira! Her eggshell is shaking—it looks like she's about to hatch!"

Nolan froze upon hearing this. He immediately sprang to his feet and signaled for Obsidia and Malverna to depart.

The two understood his unspoken command and vanished instantly.

Turning towards the source of the voice, Nolan saw Elina sprinting towards him, her complexion visibly pale.

"What occurred?" Nolan inquired, taken aback.

Elina, still catching her breath, managed to explain, "Something is happening with Eira! She might be hatching at any moment!"

"Oh?" Nolan's eyes widened with surprise. "That's fantastic news! I've truly missed that little dragon. I can hardly wait to see her again."

Without further delay, he strode past Elina.

"Let's go."

***

Within the chamber, an immense egg hovered in the air, standing well over a meter tall.

A deep, reddish-black luminescence emanated from its surface, pulsing rhythmically like a living artery.

Nolan, accompanied by Rafine and Elina, stood a short distance away, observing the spectacle with varying expressions.

"Brother, is Eira on the verge of hatching?" Elina asked, a note of anxiety in her voice.

Rafine, too, appeared uneasy. Her gaze was fixed on Nolan, her silence conveying a clear expectation of his reply.

Nolan offered a reassuring smile. "It's alright. That little dragon is indeed about to hatch. Just be patient."

His own soul was intrinsically linked with Eira's, which allowed him to perceive her condition with such clarity.

Elina and Rafine offered no further words, yet the worry etched onto their faces remained palpable.

With each passing second, time ticked by, but the egg remained stubbornly intact, showing no outward signs of cracking.

Then, abruptly, a distinct cracking sound resonated from within the egg.

Crack!

Initially, the fissure was minute. However, as more seconds elapsed, it expanded progressively, etching its way across the entire surface of the shell.

"Ah! It's about to hatch!" Nolan's eyes gleamed with excitement.

The instant these words left his lips, the egg ruptured violently, sending fragments of shell hurtling in all directions.

Instinctively, Nolan, Elina, and Rafine raised their arms to shield their faces from the debris.

After a few moments, they lowered their arms, turning back to witness a truly astonishing sight.

Amidst the scattered remnants of the eggshell sat a beautiful young girl, appearing to be around six or seven years old.

Her short, silvery-white hair cascaded down to her shoulders.

Two small horns emerged from the crown of her head. Her face was round, with chubby cheeks that lent her an irresistibly adorable visage.

Her eyes were large and a profound shade of violet. She was adorned in a pristine white dress that fit her perfectly.

"Mmh…" the little girl murmured softly, rubbing her eyes before looking up, her gaze meeting Nolan's.

She blinked a couple of times, and then her eyes suddenly sparkled with the brilliance of distant stars.

"Master!" she exclaimed.

She attempted to stand, but her legs proved unsteady, nearly causing her to topple.

Moments later, regaining her balance, she darted directly into Nolan's embrace, throwing herself against him.

"Master, I missed you terribly!"

She clasped her arms tightly around his waist, nuzzling her plump cheeks against his stomach.

Elina and Rafine finally emerged from their stunned silence. Exchanging glances, they simultaneously cried out, "That girl is Eira!"

Nolan himself was equally astonished. He gazed down at the little girl, who clung to him with the affection of a spoiled child.

He lifted her high into the air, scrutinizing her features with great care.

"You… Eira?"

Eira blinked innocently, then pouted, her cheeks puffing out.

"If it's not me, then who else would it be?" she inquired, her tone conveying clear displeasure.

Nolan paused, a contemplative silence falling between them, before a subtle smile graced his lips.

'So Arnold was correct… dragons indeed undergo four distinct life phases,' he whispered in wonder.

The four phases he alluded to were the infant dragon stage—akin to Eira's initial emergence—followed by the juvenile, adolescent, and finally, the adult stage.

These stages bore a resemblance to human development, with the exception of the infant dragon phase. Furthermore, each stage typically spanned an exceptionally long duration.

For instance, the transition from an infant dragon to a juvenile dragon commonly required fifty to one hundred years.

Yet, Eira had bypassed this extensive timeframe. If Nolan's calculations were accurate, it hadn't even been half a year since he discovered her in egg form within the Kingdom of Kaldarion.

This implied her progression from infant to juvenile dragon had been compressed by an astonishing ninety-nine percent.

The cause for this rapid advancement was self-evident—the potent chaos power Nolan had bestowed upon her.

Eira was no ordinary dragon. Even while ensconced within her shell, she had been administered a potent elixir, acquired by Nolan from Sky Island, along with an immense infusion of chaos power.

Arnold himself had once prophesied that Eira would mature into a dragon far surpassing his own strength.

Consequently, her swift entry into the juvenile phase was hardly unexpected.

"Alright, alright, I apologize." Nolan drew her into an embrace, gently pinching her chubby cheek. "Now that you've returned, let's have some fun."

Eira's eyes sparkled with delight, and she readily agreed.

"A splendid notion! I do wish to indulge in chocolate!"

Nolan let out a soft chuckle. While most dragons harbored a fondness for meat and blood, Eira was an anomaly. This little dragon adored chocolate above all else, as if it were her very essence.

"Very well. We shall acquire an abundance of chocolate—ten entire boxes."

"Ten boxes! Oh, marvelous!" Eira exclaimed with glee, her arms encircling Nolan's neck. "I cherish you, Master!"

Nolan responded with a simple smile. He turned towards Elina and Rafine, offered a slight nod, and then departed with Eira in tow.

The two women exchanged a look of shared resignation.

"This mansion shall undoubtedly be more vibrant with Eira gracing us with her presence," Elina remarked with a lighthearted laugh.

Rafine nodded in agreement, but a sudden thought caused her complexion to pale considerably.

Noticing her friend's dramatic shift, Elina inquired, "Is something amiss?"

Rafine drew a deep breath, then gave a stiff shake of her head.

"It—it is nothing. I merely had a fleeting thought… a thought that instills a sense of disquiet within me."

Nevertheless, her heart hammered against her ribs.

She found herself recalling Eira's declaration just before the young dragon succumbed to her profound slumber.

"I intend to wed Master in the days to come!"

At that moment, Rafine had brushed it off as mere childish prattle. After all, Eira was a dragon; how could such a union possibly come to pass with Nolan?

Yet, that certainty had now completely evaporated.

Eira had indeed undergone a transformation into a human form.

Rafine had previously perused texts detailing the evolution of dragons, charting their progression from infancy through adolescence to full adulthood.

Considering Eira's remarkably rapid development, was it not conceivable that within a year or two, she might achieve her mature state?

Should such an eventuality occur, her own aspiration of becoming Nolan's wife would cease to be an impossibility.

'Absolutely not! This cannot come to pass!' Rafine clenched her teeth. 'Nolan belongs solely to me—not even Eira shall lay claim to him!'

Beside her, Elina observed Rafine's fluctuating emotions with bewilderment.

"What has gotten into her?"