David and his father, their hearts pounding guiltily, froze on the spot.
Who would knock on the door this late?
Could their commotion have alarmed a nearby forest Public Order Officer?
Facing the potential risk, Attilicia, the father, immediately raised his tail and flicked a tail-signal to David, whose pupils had narrowed to slits. I'll go open the door.
He then morphed into the appearance of a Silver Dragon matron and climbed the wooden stairs to the first floor, feigning a deeply sleepy yawn.
"Who's there?"
Downstairs, as David was still tidying up the pile of alchemy equipment, he heard Attilicia's somewhat incredulous exclamation:
"Shalaina? How did you get here?"
David's scales almost pricked up on the spot.
