A Powerful Medium.

This had stumped many people.

Mira’s smile stiffened on her face, then completely disappeared.

If he didn’t want to teach her, he could have just said so. Even though it seemed like she wanted to learn teleportation magic, she wasn’t the type to let someone die just because they refused her.

Why make things difficult for her?

If she had a powerful medium, why would she fear being chased? She could just blast them with one energy missile after another and destroy those pursuers, right?

Mira sighed and waved her hand.

Her gaze settled on Lance’s fingers. The blood on his fingertips made the dissatisfaction growing in her heart gradually dissipate.

Lance was a patient. She couldn’t argue with a patient over these things.

Mira put on a serious expression.

“Lance, you can’t scratch your wound with your hand.” She crouched down and reopened the medical box she had placed earlier. “You’ll get an infection.”

Mira tried to pull the blanket off to uncover his wound, but the blue dragon held the thin blanket tightly.

“I know,” Lance said, avoiding Mira’s direct gaze. “Teleportation…”

“We’ll talk about magic later,” Mira said, adopting an air of magnanimity.

Lance stared at her, confused.

For a dragon, understanding complex magical theories wasn’t difficult, but a human girl’s thoughts were much more complicated than magic.

Just moments ago, she was bargaining with him to learn teleportation magic, and yet, in the span of a few breaths, she changed her mind.

He couldn’t understand it.

Lance decided to remain silent. He obediently offered his hands, letting Mira inspect them as she held them up.

The difference between a human girl’s body and a giant dragon’s was enormous. Lance thought to himself that his hands felt as hard as a decayed rock in a riverbed, while Mira’s hands were soft and delicate like cushions.

“Your nails are so long,” Mira made a face of distaste, glancing at Lance. “Mages are usually very particular about personal hygiene.”

Lance didn’t know this.

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He glanced at Mira. When she arrived, she had been very neat, with her hair styled beautifully and wearing a large, fluffy gown. Now, though she had changed into more ordinary clothes, they were still neat and clean. Despite doing a lot of work, her hands were pristine, with short, well-maintained nails.

He lowered his gaze, embarrassed, and retracted his fingers.

Mira didn’t excessively scold Lance. After all, he had fallen on the ground earlier and probably hadn’t been lying there for long before getting dirty.

She hadn’t been considerate. She was so focused on the magical circle to deal with the dragon that she had forgotten to clean him up first.

Mira sighed. “I’ll go boil some water. You clean yourself up, and remember, you mustn’t scratch the wound again.”

Lance looked up at her. His amber-colored, light blue eyes showed a trace of seriousness.

Mira was right. He had lived alone in the tower, and turning into a human form was purely for convenience. He wasn’t a human, and many human behaviors were difficult for him to understand. He didn’t eat bread because he couldn’t digest it, and he didn’t pay much attention to personal hygiene because no one had ever taught him.

However, from now on, he would live in human form with Mira for a long time, so he still needed to learn many things from her.

Lance retracted his fingers and lowered his head. Dirt was indeed impolite. Dragons only cared about cleaning their scales before mating; otherwise, they were just carefree. All dragons liked rolling around in volcanic ash!

Mira grasped the medium crystal, and clean water appeared from an unknown source, flowing into the large iron pot.

The fire reignited, lighting up a large area.

Mira’s shadow was cast on the wall, and Lance stared at the reflection of the large dragon head on the wall.

That was his own shadow.

In the world of shadows, all magical disguises were ineffective. He almost forgot this critical detail.

Lance’s gaze moved back and forth between Mira’s back and the shadow on the wall.

The giant dragon’s head moved comically with his every movement.

Mira caught a glimpse of something dark moving in her peripheral vision. Instinctively, she turned around, but she saw Lance collapsed on the mat.

“Uh—” the blue dragon gasped.

Mira quickly ran over. “What’s going on?”

“I-I couldn’t hold on,” Lance said expressionlessly. He glanced at the wall out of the corner of his eye, because when he lay back down, the giant dragon’s shadow and the mat blended together, and it wasn’t as odd anymore.

Lance only dared to sneak a glance.

“You scared me.” Mira mumbled, her gaze shifting from Lance’s arm.

It was all solid muscle, yet it lacked even the slightest strength.

Mira couldn’t help but wonder if she had misjudged. Was Lance’s body actually weak, like the other mages?

It must have been because the magic dragon’s flames had injured him too deeply.

Mira walked back to the fire, swiftly extinguishing the flames and transferring the hot water into a clean wooden barrel.

She used magic to create cold water and mixed it to the perfect temperature.

“Can you do it yourself?” Mira stared at Lance, who was lying on the mat.

The blue dragon nodded.

“Don’t let the exposed wounds touch the water. Just wipe your upper body.” Mira reminded him.

Lance agreed. He watched the girl bend down, soaking a clean cloth in the water and wringing it out.

“Here.” Mira handed him the clean cloth. “I won’t help you. You do it yourself. If you need help, just call me. I’ll be over there.”

Lance looked in the direction Mira pointed to. She had pulled another mat to the other side.

“I’ll stay over there from now on,” Mira said.

Lance narrowed his eyes.

“It’s fine,” Mira noticed his expression. “If you need care, just call me. It’s not far, and it’s more convenient for both of us.”

She felt this was the best arrangement since it would be awkward to change clothes in the same space. She planned to move her mat further away and use curtains to separate herself. The princess’s dowry had plenty of silk, after all, and it was high-quality material.

Lance was still a patient, but he was also a man. Mira nodded firmly. Her plan was reasonable.