Chapter 107

It had already been three excruciating hours since Draco's transformation began. Bahamut, who considered herself a connoisseur of good food, had spent all that time in the kitchen attempting to create something edible.

Unfortunately, her culinary endeavours had yielded less than satisfactory results. Each dish she made seemed to fall short of her expectations, leaving her immensely frustrated.

"Tsk, it doesn't taste right. I will make it right this time," Bahamut muttered under her breath, trying to boost her confidence. She had been improving her cooking skills, but it seemed to come at the cost of numerous wasted ingredients.

Another hour went by, and Bahamut's frustration only grew. "Why can't I get it right? I was so sure this wasn't how Draco's dish tasted," she exclaimed aloud in exasperation.

She glanced around the kitchen, hoping to find some additional spices or ingredients that could potentially salvage her latest creation. Unfortunately, her search yielded no positive results.

Suddenly, Bahamut heard the distinct sound of footsteps approaching the kitchen. She instantly knew who it was.

Without wasting a moment, she frantically attempted to hide herself in one of the cupboards. However, her horns and tail made the task considerably challenging.

After a bit of struggling, she managed to squeeze herself into the cupboard just in time before Vasiliki entered the room.

Vasiliki, understandably upset, surveyed the chaos that had unfolded in the kitchen. She and the other members of their familia had returned home after a long day in the dungeon, expecting some much-needed relaxation. Instead, they were greeted with this culinary catastrophe.

"What happened here?!" Vasiliki bellowed in anger, causing Michalis to rush to her side. He had overheard her scream and hurriedly joined her to assess the situation.

"Uhm, maybe Draco nii did it?" Michalis suggested hesitantly after looking around, remembering that Bahamut had been in the kitchen before he left the house.

However, he couldn't bring himself to betray her. Bahamut held some of his weaknesses which was too embarrassing to be let known, plus knowing Bahamut's personality he couldn't directly expose her to Vasiliki's wrath or he risked revenge from her.

Besides, he also found Vasiliki quite intimidating when she was angry, especially when directed at someone that incurred her wrath.

"That's impossible. Draco nii doesn't make messes like this. I can only think of one person responsible for this chaos. Tell me everything you know," Vasiliki interrogated fiercely, slamming her hand onto the counter for emphasis.

"I honestly don't know anything. I just saw Bahamut heading towards the kitchen before I left," Michalis responded hastily, fearing Vasiliki's temper. He had learned from experience that arguing with her seldom led to a favourable outcome.

"I knew it was her! But why did you lie the first time?" Vasiliki berated, her voice dripping with accusation.

"I wasn't certain. Just because Bahamut went into the kitchen doesn't automatically make her guilty of causing this mess," Michalis retorted, attempting to defend Bahamut..

"Tsk, find her," Vasiliki ordered, determined to make Bahamut take responsibility for her actions.

Bahamut listening in on the conversation got startled.

"Bang!" the sound of Bahamut accidentally hitting her horns against the cupboard echoed through the kitchen.

Startled, Vasiliki traced the noise to the source, swiftly swinging open the cupboard door to find Bahamut curled up inside.

"So there you are," Vasiliki exclaimed with a mix of anger and frustration. Michalis, seizing the opportunity, quietly slipped away while Vasiliki was preoccupied.

"Sorry," Bahamut meekly apologized, avoiding Vasiliki's piercing gaze.

"Your sorry isn't going to clean up this mess or bring back the wasted food," Vasiliki retorted coldly.

"Fine, I'll start cleaning up," Bahamut agreed, mustering up the courage to face the consequences of her failed cooking endeavours.

"The cost of all the damages in the kitchen will be taken from your allowance," Vasiliki declared, her tone firm and unwavering.

"But…" Bahamut's voice trailed off, her mind racing with excuses. She wanted to cook for Draco, but revealing Draco's current condition to the rest of the familia was not an option.

"But what?" Vasiliki questioned, her eyebrows raised in expectation.

"Ugh, nothing," Bahamut replied with frustration evident in her voice. Despite being a mighty Dragon goddess, she always found it hard to deal with Vasiliki's authority.

It wasn't always like this when they first met. Vasiliki treated Bahamut with a level of reverence that most gods receive.

However, as they lived together and got to know each other better, things somehow became like this. Bahamut couldn't help but think that only the children of her familia were brave enough to treat her like this.

Bahamut sighed as she began cleaning up the mess in the kitchen. An hour later, she finally finished restoring order.

"Michalis!" Bahamut called out, her voice echoing through the halls of the familia manor.

"Yea, just so you know, I didn't tell her anything," Michalis replied defensively, sensing Bahamut's frustration.

"Tsk, coward. I didn't call you for that," Bahamut snapped, dismissing Michalis' concern.

"Then how can I be of service, Bahamut-sama?" Michalis asked, eager to assist his goddess.

"Here, go buy a lot of food, mainly meat," Bahamut requested, handing some money to Michalis.

"Why though? Couldn't you just ask one of the girls to cook?" Michalis questioned, his curiosity getting the better of him.

"Tsk, just do what I said. Oh, and drop it in front of my room door when you return," Bahamut replied dismissively before walking towards her room to check on Draco.

Entering the room, Bahamut's eyes lit up with a mix of excitement and relief. Draco's transformation was going smoothly. His body was stabilizing, and it would be complete soon.

"Just a bit more," Bahamut muttered to the asleep Draco, who was now encapsulated inside an egg-shaped substance. His body was undergoing massive changes.

An hour later, Michalis returned with the food and dropped everything in front of Bahamut's room as instructed.

Bahamut opened the door and brought all the food inside her room, carefully placing it within easy reach of Draco when he awoke.

"I can't wait to see how much you have grown," Bahamut whispered, planting a tender kiss on the shell that now housed Draco's evolving form.