Faerie Dragons were once powerful magical creatures, among the strongest in the art of magic. Their spells ranged from elemental attacks to psionic mental manipulation.

With their inherent anti-magic properties, mages were unable to counter them with offensive spells or curses.

Faerie Dragons were herbivores, and the types of plants they could eat were very limited, mostly consisting of plants with magical sap. Because of this, the Faerie Dragon population gradually declined and eventually became extinct due to food scarcity. Furthermore, 90% of the plants Faerie Dragons ate were hybrids created from the power of the two goddesses Amora and Elowen. When Amora disappeared, these plants also lost their magical sap, power, and inherent attributes, reverting to ordinary plants. Therefore, it can be said that Amora's disappearance led to the extinction of Faerie Dragons.

That's enough reading for now. I knew enough about these dragons when they were alive, but this summoning process is a completely different matter.

Most summoning spells give creatures born from dark energy (death mana) abilities and powers corresponding to that energy, but with this particular individual, I can no longer rely on that information. The power to create flowers and grass in a place where death mana is so densely concentrated is impossible. It seems there's been an energy fusion, something that's never happened before.

Introductory greeting. I knelt slightly and bowed to the baby dragon. There was no response; the dragon only tilted its head back as if encountering something strange for the first time.

Dahlia also extended her hand, but the dragon didn't react either.

Then it was Thalos's turn; he was so worried he was frozen.

"Are you okay?" I asked Thalos.

"I think I should stand further away." He turned his back and walked away to a corner.

Dahlia and I exchanged a shrug.

I could understand why Thalos acted that way. It was a worry he'd experienced countless times since coming to the kingdom of the undead.

Undead, while supposedly neutral towards all creatures, including demons, always held a grudge against highly aggressive creatures that craved devouring souls. Succubus and incubus were soul-eating creatures, or even more cruelly, tortured for pleasure. That was commonplace in the Abyss.

A normal greeting didn't seem to faze the dragon.

"Mother?" A voice came from nowhere, so I quickly guessed the dragon was communicating telepathically. "Is that you, Mother? You look so different."

The dragon was talking to me, asking if I was its mother.

The dragon was about the size of a normal person, roughly the size of an adult domestic dog. Its wings, resembling two branches, split from its shoulder blades and spread out in a beautiful, butterfly-like magical pattern. The dragon took flight towards me.

Why did the dragon think I was the baby's mother? Could dragon fairies also transform into human form? But I couldn't lie to a baby. Perhaps the truth would be better, even if it hurt us at first.

"Oh, I'm not your mother. Actually, I don't know any mother or acquaintance of yours. You're the only dragon fairy we've ever met."

"Not my mother? The only one? No one else?"

My head started racing. No soul wants to hear such painful truths upon waking. I was careless, so I quickly tried to smooth things over.

"Oh, you know what, baby? You're just lost in a faraway place right now. We'll find our way back home. I'm afraid many of your relatives are searching for you."

"Really? I don't think so. I don't feel like anyone wants me anymore. Everything feels so cold and empty."

Then the energy from the little dragon fairy's soul began to fluctuate violently, like a child about to burst into tears. Very quickly, before anyone could prepare, the energy wave surged out, intensely, purely, easily affecting any nearby soul. Dahlia was also affected, but she managed to remain steadfast and calm in the face of that energy wave.

Just a crying dragon causing chaos in an undead city—that's no ordinary thing. It'll surely send the Necromancers into a panic.

"Oh, darling, don't cry, we're here."

Dahlia and I took turns comforting the little dragon. I didn't think summoning a creature would be this troublesome, it was like adopting a baby.

It only took a few seconds, but I already wanted to cry too.

Then Thalos appeared, holding a mushroom in his hand and offering it to the little dragon.

Immediately, the little dragon's attention was drawn to the sparkling mushroom.

"It's a Helio mushroom," Thalos said.

The little fairy dragon extended its two front paws and politely took the mushroom as if it were a toy.

"It's beautiful," it said.

"Yes. If you like it, we'll go find even more beautiful mushrooms and flowers."

"Really?" Daisy passed from my hand to Thalos's shoulder.

As fellow dragons, none of us would turn down anything sparkling and beautiful. That's the only thing I forgot. But it seems Thalos has excelled at overcoming this difficulty.

"Let's go to your new home, we have so many things we want to show you."

"What should we call you? Do you have a name? What does your mother call you?"

"No, my mother doesn't call me anything."

"No one has a name?"

"I'm not good enough to be named yet."

"Do you remember how old you are?"

"Age?"

"Uh, age is the time from when you were born until now."

"Ah, then I've been six seasons of Immortalia."

Immortalia flowers bloom every 60 years, a lifetime. A mythical flower with the power of resurrection, created by Amora and Elowen (of course). The magical forests where dragons and fairies resided had only one tree. So, dragons and fairies calculated their age based on the number of times this flower bloomed. Therefore, this little dragon was twice as old as Divris.

"Daisy," I said, remembering our first encounter when I saw the delicate daisy-like blossoms on the grass. "Do you see them?" I pointed to the small, white, old petals scattered on the grass. "Those are flowers, the kind called Daisy. They've been here with you, waiting for you to wake up."

The little dragon's eyes widened as she looked closer at the blossoms.

"Daisy, I love them." The voice from Daisy's spirit became light, cheerful, and joyful.

"Good, Daisy. Another D for our home."

Returning to the mansion, I introduced Daisy to the library staff, who all welcomed her warmly and affectionately.

I led Daisy into the greenhouse because I thought that dragons and fairies are creatures closely associated with nature, and plants would help her feel less homesick, even though they weren't large natural plants—it was better than nothing.

Besides, the greenhouse wasn't very spacious due to the limitations of the spell I cast to maintain the protective layer against external mana penetrating the soil and plants inside.

The greenhouse for growing food crops was a place I often visited because I wanted to see the peaceful green of the leaves when the Necropolis was shrouded in the gloomy darkness of death. But because everything was a closed, artificial environment, the plants here seemed extremely weak and sensitive; even a small change in the care routine (lack of water, sunlight, nutrients, etc.) could cause them to get sick.

"These leaves. I eat a lot of them at home." Daisy flew straight to a nearby tomato plant. "But oh, they all have no mana. It's pointless for us to eat them. Are there any plants like the mushrooms we saw earlier?"

"Well, there are plenty of those mushrooms and similar things. If you're hungry, I'll prepare some for you right away. This is where we grow food for myself and the others."

"I see. So, no plants can grow here, right?"

"Actually, there are a few plants that can survive, but they're all poisonous or extremely poisonous. That's why I created this greenhouse to grow plants for living things."

"So where did that terrifyingly handsome guy get those mushrooms from?"

"Oh, those came from the Dark-elf dungeons. They're edible mushrooms before being affected by death mana. They evolved to survive the high concentration of death mana in the Necropolis and gradually transformed into a true death mana battery, allowing undead creatures capable of using magic to consume them." Thalos lectured non-stop from behind.

He had done a lot of research, and even prepared it to lure the little dragon right from the start. I was truly amazed by his abilities. Moreover, he wasn't showing off; he only appeared when necessary.

"How long did it take you to figure all this out?" I asked him.

"It wasn't that long. I was quite interested in what you told me about going to Kilkee. I also went there to see Daisy's land and discovered that Daisy's magical lineage likely belongs to mythical creatures from the Amora era. They're all mana-consuming plants."

I really wanted to compliment him, but I felt awkward no matter how I started.

"You've worked hard. Thank you for your help."

He nodded and stepped back.

"Hey, you're my apprentice, aren't you? You're not my servant or slave, so don't act like that."

"It's just that I'm afraid I'm scaring others. My presence, as you know, is unsettling to spirits."

"Daisy isn't bothered by Thalos at all. He gave Daisy mushrooms to eat." Daisy flew over and gently landed on Thalos's shoulder.

Thalos reached out and stroked Daisy's wing. It turns out you've studied dragon behavior quite thoroughly; when first getting acquainted, you should only touch the least sensitive areas, the wings being a prime example. Even though she's undead, her habits and behaviors remain.

From Thalos's shoulder, Daisy took flight to what appeared to be the center of the greenhouse. Hovering in mid-air, Daisy unleashed a spherical stream of magic that spread evenly throughout the greenhouse.

Is that pure mana? Not ordinary mana. It couldn't possibly be mana because it's entirely created from death mana; it's something very different. Something that could sustain the land on Daisy's grave for hundreds of years.

"Thalos, do you know what energy Daisy uses to perform magic?"

"I'm still researching. This is something unprecedented. I'm afraid we'll have to observe Daisy for a while longer."

That's right, I've also searched my vast library of data, but I haven't found anything. This isn't something that comes around easily; I suspect it's some kind of divine blessing. But which god?

"Come on, let's get you a whole basket of mushrooms so you can eat your fill." I said.