Cecilia walked over to the alchemy table, her movements swift and precise, completing the alchemy process in under a minute. Holding the test tube, she approached the little one. Crouching down, she gently pried open his mouth. Perhaps due to exhaustion, the little one's mouth opened easily.
Inside, there were no teeth, just as with most low-ring lizard magical beasts. She inserted the test tube, allowing the dark green medicinal liquid to flow into his mouth.
Like before, the little one didn't resist, drinking the potion in one gulp. Cecilia placed her hand on his smooth, round head, finding it remarkable how obediently he drank the medicine.
"Good job, little cutie. Have a good sleep now," she murmured, stroking his head.
Satisfied, she picked him up and walked out of the basement.
At the doorway, a group of little ones watched her with bated breath. Their animated gazes showed worry.
"It's alright," Cecilia reassured them.
The little ones obediently made their way, and Cecilia carried the little lizard up to her bedroom on the second floor, the furry little creatures following behind her.
In the bedroom, she gently placed the little one on the bed.
Turning to the others, she opened her arms. Immediately, a flurry of furry bodies pounced on her.
The largest, a gray wolf named Carl, quickly positioned himself behind Cecilia, becoming her support.
A firefox nestled into her arms, its fluffy red tail brushing against her, instantly drying her wet robe. A fire squirrel hovered above, combing her blue hair with its tiny claws, drying it swiftly. A white cat perched on her shoulder, each finding their familiar spots.
Leaning against Carl's soft fur, Cecilia cradled Mia in her arms, slowly closing her eyes.
Coming home to these well-behaved little ones was always healing, her most relaxing moment. She slowly fell asleep, resting against Carl.
As his master slept, Carl laid his wolf head on the ground.
After a short nap, Cecilia woke up, realizing she was still on Carl. She glanced out the window, seeing the rain still falling, the sky not yet dark. She hadn't slept long. Carl raised his head, and Cecilia smiled at him.
"Thank you, Carl," she said.
Carl, understanding as always, gently nuzzled her cheek with his furry head. She accepted his affection, then stood up. Her hair and robe were dry, but she still needed a bath. The other three little ones were sprawled on Carl, looking up at her.
"Who wants to take a bath with me?" she asked.
In an instant, the little ones sprang up and dashed out of the room. Ella the fire squirrel and Nora the white cat even slipped on the floor in their haste.
Carl, the last to leave, grabbed the door handle in his mouth and closed it behind them. As furred magical beasts, they all disliked bathing.
Cecilia puffed up her cheeks in mock anger. They ran away every time.
The little lizard slowly opened his eyes. It was time to get up, or he'd be late for work again. He couldn't afford to lose his perfect attendance.
But as he looked around, he noticed the bed was pink, not his usual color. His body ached, not in severe pain, but a deep soreness. The air had a faint, cozy scent, unlike his room which had no particular odor.
He turned his head and saw a small, delicate face with long blue hair, and eyelashes curled upwards, lying next to him.
How could someone's hair naturally be blue?
But now wasn't the time for such thoughts.
How did he end up in this beautiful girl's bed?
Throughout school and work, he had never been close to a girl, remaining completely single.
Panic set in. He quickly fell backward, hitting the floor.
The coldness cleared his mind.
Looking at his hands—no, claws—he realized he had become a lizard.
He must have been picked up by this girl. More than a meter long, the red big-headed lizard sat up, staring at his claws.
Stylish architecture, a girl with invisible power, a strange language.
Recalling the black-haired girl he saw when he broke his shell, his heartfelt complicated, filled with aggression and hatred. There was no doubt he had reincarnated into a world with mysterious powers.
He looked at the blue-haired girl who had saved him. This world was different from his original one. He surveyed the room: simple, with a desk, closet, a small table on a round carpet, and a few thick books on the desk. There were no modern elements.
His gaze was fixed on the hanging lamp, a transparent sphere with a floating round object emitting a soft white light. It was unlike anything from his world. Yes, he was no longer in his original world.
"Little one, what are you looking at?"