The Archewizard Dora stared at the egg that currently chased the fly. He felt the burning sensation from the sun - too many sleepless nights spent for the donkey showed themselves on his skin. Wasted nights.

Now the Dragon soul entered whatever that white substance was, and the dragon reincarnated. Even though it was weaker than before, it still could have turned Dora to ash. Luckily the Dragon... or cocoon, or whatever he should call it, was pretty peaceful and even agreed to help the donkey.

Once they made a deal, a fly appeared from wherever flies came from and started dancing with the cocoon. Dora had suggested that they should get to the kitchen, he felt hungry, and they agreed. Shortly after he opened the door he had to close it again, the sun blinded his eyes. Dora had blinked, for he didn't know how much time actually passed. Was the church already on his track? He was sure that enough Dragon Mana had dissipated to set them on alert.

He pushed the thoughts aside and spoke to the cocoon, "So, when do you want to turn the donkey?"

The cocoon turned and tilted its head - the opening the fly crawled out from. The green liquid inside partially splashed out, and singed the table.

"Only if fly wants to."

The Archemage scratched his head. He hadn't heard of a fly, or any small insect for that matter, gaining "Mental thought process", aside from the whole Dari variant.

Dora lost hope for the donkey again, and his heart was gripped by grief.

At this rate, how was he supposed to build his harem?