Help! My Moms Are Overpowered Tyrants, and I’m Stuck as Their Baby! - Chapter 61

Chapter 61: The Tyrant’s New Pet
The dragon, realizing that it had just threatened the absolute worst people possible, hesitated.

It hung in the air, its massive wings beating against the wind as its enormous, fiery eyes darted between my family.

For the first time in my life, I saw a mythical apex predator experience the crushing weight of regret.

Verania tilted her head, lips curving into a slow smirk. “Oh? You’re thinking about running away?”

Sylvithra let out a low hum, her violet eyes flashing with amusement. “Smart choice.”

Eryndor cracked his knuckles. “But unfortunate.”

Saelira gracefully sipped her tea, completely unfazed. “It’s been some time since we last had a dragon.”

Ilythia folded her hands in her lap, perfectly poised. “A shame to let this one go.”

Veylen, ever the strategist, regarded the dragon with sharp calculation. “It could prove… useful.”

I immediately did not like where this was going.

I turned to my mother. “You’re not seriously considering—”

Verania grinned. “Oh, I absolutely am.”

The dragon who clearly wanted nothing more than to escape flapped its wings harder.

Which, of course, only made my family more entertained.

“Let’s play a game,” Verania declared.

Sylvithra smirked. “How about… catch?”

Before I could even react, my entire family of bloodthirsty tyrants launched themselves at the dragon.

I did not know what I expected from a dragon fight.

But I was pretty sure it wasn’t this.

What should have been a grand battle of fire and steel quickly turned into a spectacle of ridiculous proportions.

Saelira moved first, her presence nothing short of divine. She merely raised a single hand, and the very winds obeyed her. A violent gust sent the dragon spinning mid-air, nearly toppling it from the sky.

It roared in outrage.

Eryndor leapt onto its back.

Just jumped.

Like some kind of battle-crazed lunatic.

“I’ve missed this!” he shouted, gripping one of its horns and steering it like a warhorse.

The dragon, to its credit, tried to shake him off.

It did not succeed.

Meanwhile, Verania and Sylvithra teleported mid-air.

Sylvithra calmly appeared on its snout. She patted its scales. “You are quite impressive.”

Verania, standing on its shoulder, drove a blade into its wing not to injure, but to anchor herself. She grinned. “I’ve ridden worse.”

The dragon let out a scream of pure existential horror.

Below, Ilythia and Veylen watched, sipping wine.

Mara and Elira? Absolutely losing their minds.

I Contemplating my life choices.

“Is this really happening?” I whispered.

[ Yes. It is beautiful. ]

“This is a crime against nature.”

[ No, this is a crime against dragons. ]

The ridiculous battle continued for several minutes.

The dragon attempted to break free.

It failed.

Eryndor was still riding it.

Verania was still stabbing it.

Sylvithra was now braiding one of its horns.

Saelira commanded the wind to twist its tail into a neat loop.

At some point, Veylen actually started reading a book.

It wasn’t until Ilythia sighed and stood up that things truly ended.

She simply lifted her hand and time froze.

The dragon stiffened mid-flight.

For a single, terrifying moment, the entire world held its breath.

Then, in a blink the dragon shrank.

Its massive, terrifying form compressed into a fraction of its size. Its wings folded inward, its scales shimmered, and its once terrifying presence became… small.

Very small.

When the spell ended, what remained was no longer a monstrous apex predator.

It was a cat-sized, winged lizard with indignant golden eyes.

It made an offended squeak.

Silence.

I gawked. “Did you just—”

Ilythia smiled. “It will be more manageable this way.”

Verania burst out laughing. “Oh, I like this.”

The tiny, furious dragon flapped its now adorable wings, screeching in rage. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!”

I screamed. “IT CAN TALK?!”

[ This is the greatest day of my life. ]

The dragon turned on me, still seething. “DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT I—”

Sylvithra picked it up like a kitten. “Now, now. You’ll learn to enjoy your new life.”

The dragon hissed aggressively.

Eryndor grinned. “It’s adorable.”

“I AM NOT ADORABLE, YOU INSOLENT—”

Verania poked its snout. “You are.”

“I WILL DESTROY YOU.”

Sylvithra petted its head. “Hush now.”

The dragon immediately lost the ability to function.

I stared. “Are we seriously keeping it?”

Saelira nodded. “A proper ruler needs a royal pet.”

Mara looked at me, horrified. “Are you just accepting this?!”

[ Accept it. This is a blessing. ]

I pinched the bridge of my nose.

“Fine,” I muttered.

The tiny dragon squawked. “EXCUSE ME—”

I lifted my hand.

It immediately flinched.

I smirked. “Welcome to the family.”

It screeched in suffering.

Verania smirked. “What shall we name it?”

The entire family turned to me.

I blinked. “Wait. Me?”

Sylvithra nodded. “It is your pet now.”

I looked at the furious little lizard.

It glared at me with pure hatred.

“…Smaug.”

The dragon froze.

Its tail twitched.

“UNACCEPTABLE.”

I smirked.

“Too bad. It’s official.”

Verania laughed. “Perfect.”

And just like that, I had a pet dragon.

A very, very angry pet dragon.

Smaug the newly named, incredibly indignant dragon was not taking this well.

“This is an outrage!” it squawked, its tiny wings flapping aggressively as it struggled in Sylvithra’s grasp. “I am a creature of legend! A beast of destruction! A—”

Sylvithra scratched under its chin.

The dragon froze.

Its furious expression melted into a look of reluctant bliss, its tail twitching despite itself.

“…A force of—of…” Its words died in its throat.

Sylvithra smiled serenely. “You were saying?”

Smaug snapped out of it immediately, shaking its head with fierce determination. “I WILL NOT BE TAMED LIKE SOME—”

Verania picked it up by the scruff of its neck.

The mighty dragon squeaked.

I stared. “Did it just—”

“Oh, yes,” Verania murmured. “It did.”

Eryndor grinned. “I love it.”

Smaug, humiliated beyond reason, thrashed in the air. “I AM NOT A PET!”

[ Yes, you are. ]

“I AM A BEING OF PURE FLAME—”

Verania tilted her head. “Are you?”

“I—”

She smirked.

Smaug shut up.

The realization of who exactly it had been captured by was finally settling in.

Sylvithra hummed. “Now, what do baby dragons eat?”

Smaug bristled. “I AM NOT A—”

Saelira shoved a piece of roasted meat in its mouth.

The dragon froze.

Chewed.

Paused.

Took another bite.

“…I will kill you last,” it muttered between chews.

Verania laughed. “Oh, I’m going to enjoy this.”

Mara and Elira, who had been standing in stunned silence the entire time, finally found their voices.

“My lady,” Mara whispered. “You—you have a pet dragon now.”

Elira looked pained. “And it talks.”

I sighed. “I’m aware.”

Mara gripped my shoulders. “Do you understand what this means?”

“…That my life is a never-ending parade of chaos?”

[ Correct. ]

“No!” Mara said, eyes wide. “It means—” She gestured wildly. “You’re going to have a tiny, fire-breathing menace following you around for the rest of your life!”

“…Oh.”

I turned to look at Smaug.

Smaug glared back.

“I don’t want to follow you,” it spat.

“Well, that makes two of us.”

Smaug huffed. “Too bad. I’m stuck with you.”

[ You will be the best of friends. ]

“We will absolutely not.”

[ You absolutely will. ]

Smaug fluffed its wings, looking entirely displeased with the world. “You do realize I was supposed to destroy this kingdom, yes?”

I rolled my eyes. “And now you’re a glorified lap pet. Get used to it.”

The sheer rage on its tiny face was magnificent.

Saelira patted its head. “What a wonderful addition to the family.”

Smaug looked physically ill.

“This is humiliating,” it muttered.

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Just don’t burn my hair while I’m sleeping, and we’ll get along fine.”

Smaug squinted. “No promises.”

[ Oh, I like this one. ]

Of course, it did.

Sylvithra gently placed Smaug on my lap. “He’s your responsibility now, my dear.”

I stared at the furious, pouting dragon now perched on my legs.

Smaug, clearly disgusted by everything, curled up begrudgingly.

“…I hate this,” it muttered.

I sighed. “Yeah. Same.”

Verania smirked. “Oh, you’ll learn to love each other.”

We both glared at her.

Mara whispered to Elira, “You think she’ll survive?”

Elira shook her head. “Not a chance.”

I groaned, dropping my head into my hands.

My pet dragon growled.

This was going to be a nightmare.

Smaug grumbled under its breath, still glaring at me like I had personally offended its ancestors.

I poked its snout. “If you set anything on fire, I’m throwing you out a window.”

Smaug huffed. “I will not be threatened by a five-year-old.”

“You will if you know what’s good for you.”

The dragon twitched. Its tail flicked aggressively.

[ He’s considering his life choices. ]

Mara sighed. “I feel like we should be concerned about this.”

Elira pinched the bridge of her nose. “We should be. And yet, somehow, this feels… normal.”

Smaug groaned, curling further into itself. “I should have just burned everything and left.”

Verania laughed. “Oh, but then you wouldn’t have had the pleasure of joining our family.”

Sylvithra smiled serenely. “Welcome home.”

Smaug made a noise that sounded like pure suffering.

I leaned back, closing my eyes.

A tiny, begrudgingly warm weight settled against me.

…Smaug had fallen asleep.

[ Your first victory. ]

I smirked.

I was keeping the dragon.

Whether it liked it or not.