Orson quickly pieced it together: the little egg could read his thoughts. It wasn't just predicting his actions but actually perceiving his intentions.
Though it had only 1 HP, it seemed capable of wielding powerful spatial magic, freely moving through barriers. This ability was likely tied to the blessings it had received from the Sacred Spirit Dragon King. The player's inventory, being a small spatial dimension, was no exception.
The egg bounced onto Orson's head, shaking its shell excitedly. "Servant, offer your heart! Fight for me!"
As Inevan II approached, his aura radiating frost and danger, Orson raised an eyebrow, then sat down with an exaggerated yawn.
"You say fight, and I just go fight? That'd be embarrassing."
"Y-You… get up and fight!" the egg's childish voice stammered, its shell trembling nervously.