To be honest, this metal egg that hatched from the rock egg was indeed rather shiny. It looked slightly smaller than before, but still had a diameter of about 1.3 meters. The surface was a pure silver color, extremely smooth like a mirror; the flawless surface even gave a sense that it had been precisely polished in a machine. It floated in the air less than half a meter from the ground just like that while ranting with a metallic trill-like voice coming from inside it. "I will not accept this name! Is Egg Egg a name?! Open your eyes and look clearly. Which part of me looks like an egg — and when did I claim to be an egg?!"
"We'd always thought you were a dragon egg…" Rebecca circled the metal ball here and there like a curious cat. She would even boldly poke it with her staff from time to time (the amazing thing was the ball had no reaction to this). "Who would've known you'd still be an egg after hatching out of the egg… Isn't an egg's egg called Egg Egg?"
