"Young Master, we have arrived."
James' voice came from outside. Merlin glanced down at Lyserra in his arms, whose appearance had changed drastically.
If she had once been a little dragon, she was now an adorable cat!
Her fur was thick and a deep shade of red, and her eyes were round with vertical pupils.
"Meow!" Lyserra meowed in frustration, staring sadly at her tiny body.
"Pfft!" Merlin chuckled, rubbing her head affectionately. "Don't worry. It's only temporary. Didn't you say you wanted to go out? Well, this is the safest way."
Lyserra lowered her head, her expression full of irritation. She was a proud dragon—how could she have become such a weak, helpless cat?
But she couldn't protest. If she did, she wouldn't be allowed to go out with her master.
Seeing her remain silent, Merlin said no more and stepped out of the carriage.
James was already waiting outside, his expression respectful.
"Shall I accompany you, Young Master?" he asked.
