Mira also filled a bowl with oatmeal for herself and sulkily walked to the other side.

She should be thankful that dragon fire hadn’t burned Lance's arm. At least he could still feed himself.

Mira angrily stirred the oatmeal in her bowl.

It didn’t taste that bad.

The faint aroma of wheat was tinged with a slight bitterness. Once the bitterness faded, there was a hint of sweetness.

But it was only a little sweetness.

Mira sighed and grabbed the cream bread she had bought in the town.

At least there was bread.

The high-temperature, well-fermented bread had a tempting brown color, with thick white cream flecked throughout, making it look incredibly inviting.

Mira stared at the cream. She loved sweet things.

Without hesitation, she set the oatmeal aside.

The sweetness exploded in her mouth, and Mira almost teared up.

Cream was the best. A hundred times better than bitter oatmeal.

She glanced at Lance from the corner of her eye.

He had good foresight.

Lance had already finished one portion of food. To be precise, he had only eaten the roasted meat and completely ignored the pancakes drenched in maple syrup.

“Such poor taste.” Mira muttered under her breath.

Suddenly, Lance's gaze shifted toward her.

Mira quickly lowered her head, pretending to be completely focused on the food in her hands.

The blue dragon noticed that Mira wasn’t paying attention to him. He quietly shifted the blanket and stared at his legs.

He maintained his usual stoic expression, but the area where the ointment had been applied felt cold and itchy.

It was the new skin.

Lance thought, even though he was in human form now, he was still a dragon. His recovery was beyond what ordinary humans could compare to.

The itch was unbearable.

Lance tightened his face. His eyes carefully shifted to Mira, who was completely absorbed in her bread, not noticing his ungraceful movements.

He couldn’t do this. Lance felt a twitch between his brows.

The itch.

If it were pain, he could endure it, but this itch was unbearable.

He scratched his leg, but he was afraid Mira would notice, so he didn’t dare make any obvious moves.

After all, this kind of action was far from graceful.

Dragons had their pride. In fact, dragons were proud creatures, and they cared about their image.

Being saved by a human girl was one thing, given the special circumstances, but now, exposing the ungraceful act of scratching an itch? Was he even still a dragon?

Mira didn’t know he was a dragon yet… As a human, scratching an itch shouldn’t be that strange, right?

Lance stared at the darkness above.

Light touches couldn’t relieve the itch that originated from the growing new skin. His delicate movements only intensified the numbing sensation.

Compared to the new skin, they healed faster.

Lance closed his eyes, trying to clear his mind. But the more he tried to stay silent, the more he focused on the unbearable itch, the more it surged from the depths of his flesh.

The heavy clouds gathered above, pressing down as water vapor collided and rubbed together, creating an even more intense sensation, with the clouds descending.

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Lance tensed his muscles but couldn’t find any relief.

It was like the rainstorm that was about to fall— the more it brewed, the stronger the storm.

Itchiness was far worse than a storm!

Lance exhaled quietly and carefully moved his hand. He kept his gaze fixed on the ceiling.

Now was the time. Mira wasn’t paying attention to him. He could scratch to his heart’s content.

She didn’t know he was a dragon.

That was the key point. Lance convinced himself of his reasoning. Finally, he stopped resisting this natural instinct and began scratching under the blanket, desperately trying to relieve the unbearable sensation.

Mira hadn’t noticed yet.

She was focused on eating. After finishing the cream bread, she drank half a bowl of the bitter oatmeal. Then she stood up, preparing to clean up.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed something odd. Mira blinked and looked toward the movement under the blanket, realizing that something suspicious was shifting beneath it.

She quickly turned her head, and a strange thought flashed in her mind.

Why was it that the dragon flames had burned all of his clothes, but the fabric covering his important parts was left intact?

That was a complicated question. Mira nodded heavily.

Could it be that the magic dragon was afraid of getting a pimple?

That couldn’t be, could it? Magic dragons were known to like young, beautiful girls. He was male, so why would he be afraid of seeing the body of the same sex?

Could it be that dragons were actually girls?

This bizarre, strange thought lingered in Mira’s mind for just a moment.

She didn’t want to know what dragons really thought. The eyeballs kept in jars were the real mystery.

Mira lowered her eyes, focusing on the bowl in her hands.

She couldn’t think about such strange things.

Mira walked toward Lance and quickly tidied up.

Lance had been staring at the darkness above, his eyes never blinking.

He looked very guilty.

Mira didn’t mind. Although they were now living under the same roof, they were still complete strangers.

She couldn’t meddle too much in Lance’s matters, as that would be very rude.

Mira packed the bowls and dishes away. But she wouldn’t take care of Lance for nothing. It would be best to learn teleportation magic from him. If she could master this long-lost magic, even if she had to leave the tower, she could easily avoid the pursuit of the magic energy hubs.

This wasn’t the first time she had entertained such a thought.

Why not take this opportunity to ask Lance? It might be somewhat unethical, but one couldn’t survive just by relying on ethics.

She had bought medicine, cooked meals, and would now have to care for a patient.

Learning a teleportation spell should not be too much to ask, right?

Once this possibility appeared in Mira’s mind, it quickly took root and began to grow. It even lay in wait, ready to sink deeper, and like a sudden sprout, it broke through and shot out from Mira’s mouth.

“Lance, can you teach me the teleportation spell?” Her eyes were shining, as if she had already envisioned herself learning the lost magic.

“I saved you and will take care of you. You see, this…” Mira’s voice suddenly paused.

She smelled a faint scent of blood.

But she hadn’t been injured.

The girl’s gaze fixed on Lance.

“You saved me, so you want me to teach you the teleportation spell?” Lance’s gaze swept over Mira, taking her in from head to toe. “Humans can’t learn such complex magic directly.”

“Humans can’t learn it?” Mira’s attention was drawn to his words. “But you can.”

Lance instantly realized he had made a mistake. He quickly corrected himself: “Without a powerful medium, such magic can’t be cast.”

“You don’t have a medium either…”

Of course, he didn’t. He was a dragon, not a fragile human. His body could filter out the violent energies from magic that would harm humans.

To be more precise, he wouldn’t be harmed by these energies at all.

Falling into the lightning trap had been an accident…

The blue dragon coughed awkwardly a few times to cover his embarrassment. “Have you ever seen a powerful mage expose their medium in front of others?”

“My mentor?” Mira recalled. “His medium was the brooch on his magic robe. That brooch, called the Oath of Galagar, was a gift from a high tower mage to his wife.”

Lance immediately fell silent. He had seen a description in the handbook left by the mage who created this tower. Human mages were very particular about their mediums, especially high-level ones, and they would never easily expose them to others.

“Your mentor might be an exception…” Who knew, maybe it was a special case.

“He’s a great mentor.” Mira frowned. “Alright, enough about him. Do you agree?” She slowly squatted in front of Lance and set the dishes aside.

“The teleportation spell would be a huge help. Once I leave here, I won’t have to worry about…” Mira stopped herself from finishing her sentence. “Anyway, it’s very important. Lance, I will take care of you until you’re fully recovered.”

Mira softened her tone, imitating the way Princess Maria spoke to the king.

To convince the magic dragon that she was indeed the princess, Mira had lived briefly with Maria.

When Maria wanted something, she would speak to her father in exactly this way. Every time Maria drew out her words and said, “Please, father,” the king would smile helplessly and grant her every wish.

Mira felt she couldn’t perfectly mimic Maria’s essence. She felt embarrassed to say words like “please.”

She could only relax her expression, trying to make her tone as soft as possible.

But Lance didn’t react.

No, he furrowed his brow, and then the frown deepened.

Mira squinted her eyes.

She saw the blanket move a few times, and the faint smell of blood grew stronger again.

He was scratching his wound!

Mira’s mind instantly understood—this was the source of the blood smell!

She immediately stopped pretending to be Maria. Her face turned stern, her tone dropped, and she sounded more like one of the angry tutors at the Magic Energy Hub.

“Show me your hand!”

The blue dragon stiffened. He should have endured it, but it was just too uncomfortable. The itching from the growing skin was impossible to ignore.

“Hurry up! I’ll pull the blanket off!” Mira threatened.

The blue dragon reluctantly stretched out his hand.

Looking down at the blood on his fingertips, Mira finally found the source of the blood smell. Lance had been scratching his wound, even reopening it.

Lance silently turned his head, afraid to meet Mira’s eyes.

He could feel that the human girl in front of him was angry.

Suddenly, very angry.

“I’ll teach you,” he turned his head, avoiding Mira’s gaze, trying to appease her.

“But, to cast teleportation magic, you need a powerful medium.”