Mira felt like Lances was quietly laughing at her.

She had no evidence, but she just had that feeling.

It had been a while since she said that sentence on the way back to the tower, but he was still sneaking smiles.

She looked at him several times but couldn’t find any evidence.

Because Maria and her sword saint were here, Mira couldn’t casually look at Lances.

There were no rules against it, but it felt strange to Mira, as though she had done something wrong and someone was pointing it out, even though she hadn’t done anything.

Mira lowered her head and sighed quietly.

Lances, not far behind her, lowered his gaze, hiding the smile that slipped out involuntarily in his movement.

Sam narrowed his eyes, observing the trivial little gestures and, for a moment, recalling the early days of the emotions that had started to form between him and Maria.

Mages always take roundabout ways. It’s not a stereotype; it’s just the experience of heroes.

Maria liked to talk to Mira a lot. Ever since they met in the forest, it seemed like they could talk forever.

Sam couldn’t understand. Heroes were supposed to speak less and act more. When he was with her, Maria didn’t talk this much.

"Really?"

"Yes, the time in there flows much slower than outside," Maria nodded. "I'm already twenty-eight."

Mira looked her up and down. Aside from her short hair and the tan, Maria still looked like she was eighteen.

"Spells related to time and space are highly difficult," Mira said softly to Maria, "Maybe you’ve encountered a real forbidden spell."

"I don't really understand magic," Maria replied. "It was a treasure from the palace. I took it with me when I snuck out."

Mira nodded, her thoughts pausing for a moment as something strange crossed her mind.

"You haven't returned to the palace since you left?"

Maria paused for a second, and her expression changed. "No."

She and Sam had come out of that world the month before. Afterward, they had been accepting commission tasks nearby but never approached the royal city.

Maria had gone through many things in another world, things that had once overturned her understanding. Returning to the real world, she couldn’t easily accept everything.

While carrying out the commission tasks, more and more experiences told her that, in some ways, the two worlds weren’t so different.

It was just that the current world hadn’t deteriorated to the level of the other world.

Her father, the father who had pampered her, was not the good king she had thought him to be.

In the eyes of more people, he was a cowardly, greedy, foolish, and brutal emperor.

Maria’s pocket held a bounty.

Her father’s head was worth one million gold coins.

"Mira," Maria said her name softly, "That was a bad world. If we do nothing, this world will turn into that one."

Maria lowered her head. "We came back to end the tragedy that would come."

Mira understood what she meant.

Maria had seen the future in another world, and that future was not a bright one.

She reached out and took Maria’s hand.

"You can do it," she said, full of confidence in Maria.

She used to trip while running, but now, she was a hero.

"I’ll help you," Mira said, reaching up to touch the dragon scales hanging from her chest. "I can help you."

Maria smiled.

"Good."

The distance from the middle of the mountain to the tower wasn’t far.

Maria and Mira had walked this path together before. Lances' teleportation magic didn't directly land them at the tower. Mira didn’t ask why; Lances wanted to give her more time to talk with Maria.

Because once they reached the tower, there would be no way to avoid the magic dragon.

This tower, and its former owner, had this kind of power.

“The Demon Dragon, Nathaniel.”

Maria stopped in the open area in front of the tower. Just like when she arrived here half a year ago, the area was still filled with white bones, even more so than before.

“Do you live here now?” Maria asked Mira. “What about Nathaniel?”

“He ran away.” Mira replied to Maria. “This tower now belongs to Lances.” When she said this, her tone carried a hint of excitement.

He went to the Demon Scar.

Maria turned to look at Lances. She knew where the black dragon was.

Just like in that world, the black dragon had been injured by an unknown entity and had to go to the other side of the Demon Scar. Over there, he killed many demons, absorbing their demon souls to replenish his power.

This was also one of the reasons why that world had fallen into tragedy.

No one knew how many demons the Demon Dragon had killed, but when he returned to this world, everything changed.

Maria had not been able to kill the Demon Dragon Nathaniel.

The natural forces of that world were on the brink of collapse with the breaking of the Blue Dragon Queen’s heart scale, and the mental power, filled with despair, was unwilling to respond to the calls of the suffering people.

Hope should not have been extinguished, but with every greedy act, it could no longer be gathered.

With just courage alone, it was impossible to turn things around.

Maria clenched her fist.

What the heroes could do was always limited. Without the support of more people, it was impossible to change the future with only personal strength.

Sometimes Maria selfishly thought, at least it was another world. The tragedy of that world hadn’t yet played out in this real world, and they still had hope to change the future.

She had to think that way.

Maria suddenly turned around and hugged Mira.

“Thank you, Mira.” Maria closed her eyes.

Mira was somewhat puzzled. She had done nothing. She could feel Maria’s sadness. From being a princess to becoming a hero, Maria must have gone through a lot. Mira gently patted Maria’s back.

“It’s alright, it’s alright. Let’s go inside first, and then you tell me what happened.”

“You have to tell me about what’s inside the tower.”

“Of course.”

Mira smiled.

Maria looked at her smile. She didn’t want to recall the end of the other world.

They would change that ending.

This world’s Mira had already made the most important choice.

“I’ve turned this place into a kitchen,” Mira said as she led Maria, showing her around her current home.

“But my cooking skills aren’t very good.” Mira made a bitter expression.

Although she had been practicing lately, most of the time she still used magic to help her.

Lances only ate meat, and Mira didn’t mind her own cooking. But if she was hosting Maria and Sam, her skills weren’t enough.

“It’s fine,” Maria glanced back at Sam.

The sword saint glared at her.

“Sam’s cooking is really good,” Maria whispered in Mira’s ear, sharing a secret with her.

Because Princess Maria was very picky, they had caused quite a bit of trouble when they first met a long time ago.

The sword saint had a neutral expression. To solve the problem once and for all, he had taught himself, and his cooking skills were so good that he could retire from being a hero and open a restaurant in the food street.

“That’s great.”

“Leave dinner to him,” Maria flicked her fingers. Sam smirked at the signal but still walked toward the makeshift stove.

“There are no ingredients.”

“Go buy some in the village,” Maria furrowed her brows. “There are traps on the road down the mountain, but Sword Saint should have no problem, right?”

Mira showed a worried expression. Those traps were complex magic. Lances hadn’t removed them.

“No problem.” Sam gritted his teeth.

“Then it’s fine. Mira, let’s go,” Maria smiled and tugged at Mira’s side.

Mira glanced between the two of them and led Maria toward her bedroom.

They had a lot to talk about.

Lances closed the door in his mind.

He exchanged a look with Sam. Neither had a particularly good impression of the other, and there was no communication between them.

The blue dragon wasn’t kind enough to send him down the mountain.

He nodded at Sam, signaling him to move freely around the tower. Normally, Lances didn’t like outsiders in his tower, but for Mira’s sake, letting him wander around wasn’t a problem.

Heroes couldn’t use the complex magic inside the tower.

The blue dragon turned to leave, intending to return to the meeting to continue searching for goblins.

At the base of the tower, only Sam remained.

Mira shared with Maria the events that had occurred since her arrival at the tower.

She spoke of how she had saved Lance, how she had learned magic from him, and how together they had resolved the issues in the town. She also mentioned how she had meditated alongside Lance, and that he had given her a dragon scale.

Mira took the scale from her neck and placed it in her palm to show Maria.

"With this, I can cast all sorts of powerful spells. But Lance said that it’s more important to understand the changes in nature to use magic, rather than relying too much on mediums."

Maria didn’t understand how wizards cast spells. She lowered her head and gazed at the dragon scale in Mira's hand.

"May I take a look at it?" Maria asked, requesting Mira's permission.

"Of course."

Mira handed the scale to Maria.

Maria lowered her head and observed the scale.

The light blue scale shimmered with a faint purple glow, and it didn’t appear to be from an adult dragon.

In the projection of the real world, Maria had seen adult dragons more than once, whether they were red dragons, green dragons, brass dragons, or black dragons. Their scales were always dark. Red dragons had deep red-brown scales, while brass dragons had a metallic luster that was darker than earthy yellow.

But the scale Mira held was light and bright. Only a juvenile dragon or the freshly shed scales of an adult giant dragon would look like this.

Maria kept her head lowered, caressing the scale.

Though she was not a spellcaster and could not sense the power within the scale, as the holder of a hero’s soul, she could feel that the scale held the same power as the man with blue hair.

In another world, she had learned many things that no one would have told her as a princess. Stories about the Demon Scar, the mission of the tower's mages, the trials of the heroes, and the conflicts among the five-colored dragons.

This world was completely different from what she had imagined. Under the protection of her father, the king, she was Princess Maria, but once she left the palace, she was nothing.

That world had caused Mira great pain, and Maria originally did not want to share what she had learned from it, but it seemed that she couldn’t avoid doing so.

Maria looked at the scale in her hand.

"It’s a blue dragon’s scale."

She took Mira’s hand and placed the scale back into her palm.

"A blue dragon?" This was the first time Mira had heard this term.

In Mira’s mind, the image of a dragon was more aligned with the black dragon, Nathael, whom she had seen during the trials.

"Yes," Maria organized her thoughts and quietly explained to Mira, "This world has five types of giant dragons. Red dragons, blue dragons, green dragons, brass dragons, and black dragons. The magic dragon that occupied the tower is a black dragon. Each of these five-colored dragons has special powers. Long ago, they lived together in the Sky City."

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"The Sky City exists above our world. I don’t fully understand the connection, but it should be like a floating city. Only dragons who can fly could reach it, and from there, they observed the creatures below."

"Besides the sky, the underground of this world is the domain of demons. Demons are naturally greedy and warlike. They left their own realm and entered ours."

At that time, there was no magic in the world. People fought demons with swords. Other races had joined the fight, and compared to humans, they had some inherent special abilities. But in the eyes of demons, they were still not enough, not powerful enough.

The demons' flames burned the world, destroying countless families and lives.

The dragons in the sky watched everything, indifferent.

"Dragons are not creatures who readily give to others. They believe that the beings of the earth will eventually be replaced with time. This is a rule and the will of the supreme deities. Most of the dragons remained high above, though some chose to leave the Sky City."

"But they treated everything as a game of saving the world. Eventually, most of the dragons left. Among the five-colored dragons, only the peaceful blue dragons chose to stay with their entire race."

"They loved nature. The blue dragons discovered magic within nature and guided a group of spellcasters to use magic to fight the demons."

"But the blue dragons did not meet a heroic end."

"The demons were initially repelled by the six major races, but the blue dragons suffered heavy casualties during the battle. Their clan gathered their bodies and power to create the seal of the Demon Scar, trapping the demons in that world."

"Many things happened afterward. The last message about the blue dragons came from a tower mage a thousand years ago. He stopped another demon offensive. His lover, the last blue dragon queen, chose to remain in the Demon Scar, forsaking her eternal life and using her heartscale to strengthen the seal. But without her heartscale, she soon passed away."

"Since then, the blue dragons have been completely extinct." Maria’s voice carried a sense of admiration.

But that couldn’t cover the sadness of the tale.

Mira felt sorrowful. She lowered her head and looked at the scale in her palm. She remembered the few words Lance had shared about his mother, about the tower mage, and she felt like she understood something.

Mira didn’t plan to speak about it.

"It’s a very precious thing."

"Yes, the legend says that blue dragons are the masters of magic," Maria said. "It suits you, Mira."

Mira solemnly placed the scale back around her neck, her motions filled with more seriousness.

"What about you?" she didn’t want to continue this sorrowful topic.

Maria also had her mission upon returning to this world.

"What should we do about the bounty?"

Maria was silent for a moment.

"I don’t want to kill him. He is not only the king of this world, he is also my father."

"I have to return to the kingdom," Maria said seriously. "It’s not too late. My father has never opened his eyes to see the kingdom he governs. I want to persuade him to see the state of this kingdom. At the very least, now that the black dragon isn’t here, we don’t need to keep retreating."

"He hasn’t yet turned into the demon dragon. Before the black dragon returns, we still have plenty of time to prepare."

"The demon dragon?"

"After Nathael absorbed the demon’s power, he transformed into a demon dragon. He will bring disaster to this place. Both the human kingdoms and the natural world will suffer."

"You’re going to stop all of this from happening." Mira quickly understood Maria’s current goal.

"Yes." The once delicate princess had become a true hero, and now she was going to defend her kingdom as a princess.

Mira hoped to fight alongside Maria. But her reason was not to save the world.

The tower had once been a tower for heroes, and it should not continue to instill fear in people because of the black dragon.

Mira hadn’t known about the events that happened here before, but now she understood that the tower mages were not just a symbol of power; they also embodied a noble aspiration.

There were so many beautiful worlds inside the tower, and it was nothing like the rumors from the outside world.

It should not be tainted, nor should it become a symbol of evil and madness.

Lance’s mother deserved her honor.

The blue dragon queen and the tower mages should be remembered.

"I’m going to be with you," Mira said, touching the scale, her determination to fight alongside Maria growing stronger.

They had different reasons, but the same belief.

"After the gathering, we’ll head back to the capital," Maria told Mira the next steps.

"Mira, you can come with us. If the mage agrees, you can join us."

The human kingdom would be an important battlefield.

In another world, Maria’s father had been controlled by the demon dragon because of his cowardice, turning this place into a staging ground for the demons to enter the other side.

The magic hub, which should have been humanity’s defense, had instead become another weapon for the demon dragon due to its own greed.

They had arrogantly created "her."

Through beastly unions, they had obtained her power, producing more than a dozen tower mages.

And it was because of this that "she" refused to respond to the prayers of the desperate beings, leading that world to destruction.

Greed and cowardice had extinguished hope.

The tragedy would not repeat.

Lance still managed to find the goblin hidden among the dwarves.

The green-skinned little goblin had used a peculiar magic to dye himself brown in order to blend in with the dwarves. While skin color could be changed, the features of his race could not be easily altered.

Dwarves were generally stronger in build.

Lance stood before the small goblin who was busy stealing ores.

He did not revert to his human form.

Instead, he used his dragon's might to directly pressure the brown-skinned goblin.

The goblin instantly trembled, mumbling continuously.

“Please don’t kill me, don’t kill me, don’t kill me.”

Lance narrowed his eyes. In his dragon form, his amber-colored pupils, characteristic of dragons, were shaped like a date pit.

The goblin was shaking in fear under the weight of Lance's presence.

“Take me to your goblin elder.”

The brown-skinned goblin did not dare resist the dragon's pressure.

Although he didn’t know why an adult dragon had suddenly appeared, he had no choice but to obey Lance’s orders and led the blue dragon to the goblins' current dwelling.

Greedy and sly, the goblins had a business acumen that the dwarves lacked.

With their help, many ores that had been sold cheaply regained their proper value. The goblins helped the dwarves make a large sum of money, which was then exchanged for food to brew fine wine. For the dwarves, this was a great contribution.

Thus, the goblins had earned a small piece of territory for themselves in this vast underground labyrinth.

The dwarves did not understand why the goblins had dyed their skin brown. But ever since they arrived, the goblins had stopped their usual greed and even willingly shared some tips on how to sell ores.

Under the pressure of the dragon’s might, the goblin led Lance toward their gathering place.

The blue dragon used magic to conceal their figures. The dwarves, unable to use magic, couldn’t detect their presence.

The goblins resided deep within the underground labyrinth.

As soon as Lance entered, he could feel the abundant magical energy.

The goblins were also capable of casting spells through mediums. They were one of the first to create such mediums.

The goblin elder was a powerful spellcaster. When he sensed the magic surge, he opened his eyes, and fear flashed in his murky pupils.

They had hidden here for many years, but the events that had transpired still haunted them.

So many of their kin had died, and they dared not take revenge or speak out. They had only been able to obtain protection from the dwarves through trade, hiding in the dark underground for many years.

And now, it had found them.

As soon as Lance appeared before the goblin elder, the little green-skinned goblin fell to his knees.

After recognizing Lance’s presence, a hint of surprise crossed the elder’s eyes.

“Is it really possible that a blue dragon still exists in this world?”

Lance ignored him.

He took a step forward.

“Great Lord of Magic, I know why you have come,” the goblin elder, the only one of his kind who did not hide his appearance, said. His skin remained the goblin green.

This was the only remaining connection to his race. As for the other younger goblins, he had allowed them to paint themselves brown in order to survive.

That was the sin of the previous generation, but these goblins born on dwarven territory were innocent.

They were the real sinners of the world.

“What did the humans take from you?” Lance asked directly, cutting to the chase.

The goblin’s face changed instantly.

He recalled the joy they had felt when they obtained that item, the excitement of using it to complete their experiments. Those moments were mixed with greed.

He remembered the tragic scene when humans had attacked their kin with magic, and fear appeared in his eyes. For a moment, he forgot how to speak.

The goblin elder kept bowing to Lance, trying to ease his guilt through this gesture.

“It was a Heart of the World,” his voice trembled. “The Heart of the World.”

“I’m sorry. We didn’t mean to... we just wanted...” They had only wanted to use the Heart of the World to create the most powerful magical medium.

They had planned each step of the experiment. It was at this moment that the humans had arrived, taking away their results and the Heart of the World before they could complete their experiments.

No wonder.

Lance took a step back, shock filling his eyes.

No wonder Mira didn’t have dreams. No wonder she could strengthen her magic with the blue dragon's scale.

There were many kinds of Hearts of the World, each one a manifestation of the world’s power. Magic itself was a force derived from one of these natural powers.

“Which one?” Lance already had an answer, but he still asked the question.

“The power of thought and mind.”

“These were part of the dowry brought at the time.” Mira led Maria to a storage room in the tower.

“Probably all scavenged, right?”

“Mhm.” The heavy taxes exchanged for the royal family's pleasures. The princess's dowry, the gold ingots inside the rings, all of these were such items.

Mira decided to return these things to Maria, and let the princess send them back to their original place.

Mira removed the ring from her finger, taking out the scroll and the gold coins obtained from selling the scroll. She then placed the dowry items in the ring’s storage space.

“Take this with you.” Mira handed it to Maria. “I don’t need this money right now.”

Maria didn’t refuse. The king collected far more in taxes from the common people each year than the value of these items.

“The ones contributed to the Dragon King should be in the tower.” Mira said honestly. “But these things now belong to Lance. I don’t have the right to handle them for him. But I will talk to him about it.”

Maria expressed her gratitude to Mira. The tower’s master had no obligation to return these items, but if they could be retrieved, it would be a good thing for many people.

She didn’t know the mysterious mage named Lance, but based on Mira’s words, he seemed like a good person.

“By the way,” Mira remembered something important when the topic of returning the items came up. “Have you seen Ellin? How is he now?”

“Ellin?” Maria looked confused.

“He’s a hero. Well, not quite yet. He’s the owner of that sword.”

Maria showed a look of understanding.

“He challenged Sam, and the wager was that sword.”

“He should have gone home by now, right? After Sam found out he ran away from home, he gave him a few harsh words. Sam has a sharp tongue. When I first met him, he was quite rude with his words.” Maria showed a hint of disdain. “But he’s a good person. Ellin, right? That kid, Ellin, wanted to apprentice under Sam. He said his father and brother were both heroes and died in the Dragon King’s flames. He wants to avenge them. He also wants to prove to his mother and sister that he will become a powerful hero.”

Maria shrugged. When she was still a princess, she would never have made such a gesture.

“There’s indeed a certain bravery in heroes, not fearing sacrifice, but such sacrifice is meaningless. His talent is average, and now he’s the pillar of his family. Sam doesn’t want to take him on as an apprentice. There’s more meaningful things he can do than dying on an adventure mission.”

Maria reminisced about many friends she had made in another world. For various reasons, to protect their families and friends, they sacrificed themselves for a world that wasn’t so beautiful.

“Still, he probably won’t understand Sam and will keep trying to become a hero. But we can only say this much, the rest is his choice.”

Mira also thought the same.

They couldn’t evaluate Ellin’s choices and actions, but whatever decisions and actions he made, he would bear the consequences.

“I hope he doesn’t encounter too dangerous tasks,” Mira said.

Maria smiled. Only those who survived would truly understand the weight of every choice.

Sam appeared before the two, interrupting their conversation.

“Time to eat.” He spoke gruffly.

He had gone to a small town below the mountain, and the people there had made him feel very uncomfortable.

In just a few words, he found out that the people in the town were all descendants or widows of heroes.

Sam had seen enough heroes who weren’t afraid to die in various battlefields or on adventure missions.

He had seen many fearless heroes.

Heroes were naïve. Their sacrifices were like New Year’s fireworks, short-lived. But the relatives and families they left behind would spend a lifetime healing from such pain.

Gathering under the Dragon King’s tower was completely meaningless.

Sam’s tone was rough.

Maria pulled Mira aside.

She could roughly guess the reason for his mood, but his temper was usually short-lived, because he was a typical hero.

“Eat, eat. Sam’s cooking is really good.” Maria occasionally used the tone and mannerisms she had when she was still a princess. That feeling made Mira feel at ease.

Because she hadn’t completely abandoned the little princess she once was.

Lance returned to the tower after dinner.

He didn’t look too good.

Mira stood in the open space outside the tower, watching as the shadow of Lance walked toward her.

He hadn’t used teleportation. Instead, he had flown back in the form of a great dragon from the distant Moonshadow Valley.

Lance's emotions were complex. Upon learning that the goblins had lost the power of the mind, he had flown straight to the sky above the human magic hub. He wanted to burn these foolish, greedy human mages with his dragon’s breath.

Why had the ancestors of the blue dragons chosen to teach humans how to use magic? Why did his mother have to sacrifice her heart-protecting scales to guard these foolish and greedy beings?

Lance couldn’t understand. His anger almost overtook his reason, but he did nothing.

He hated being a blue dragon. The peaceful choice was embedded in his bones, and despite circling around the magic hub several times, he couldn’t bring himself to unleash a single breath of fire.

Returning to the tower, Mira was exactly where he had expected, waiting outside.

His gaze fixed on Mira, and his features softened.

Mira spotted him too. She jumped up and waved, her arm swinging energetically. It was a noticeable gesture.

She ran toward him, looking happy. Mira was always happy, even though her life wasn’t easy, even though her very purpose for existence was to serve as a medium.

She lived her life with great effort. Even though many reasons had forced her into the Dragon King’s tower, she still tried hard to live.

She wasn’t perfect. Lance, knowing the laws of nature, understood that nothing in this world was perfect.

She shone so brightly.

Lance paused instinctively, opening his arms, waiting for what was to happen.

Mira leaped toward him without hesitation, embracing him tightly.

She knew he was a dragon, the last blue dragon, the witness to all magic in the world.

Although curious about why a dragon could transform into a human, Mira decided not to pursue that question just yet.

It was perfect that a dragon could take human form.

She remembered the black dragon Nathaniel. During that trial, she had felt so small. That had been Nathaniel in his juvenile form.

Lance was an adult dragon. How massive was he? Could he even see Mira at his feet?

But he had turned into a human, a human’s appearance, a human’s height.

He embraced her with human arms, and it felt just right.

Lance lowered his head and gently hugged Mira. His arms instinctively tightened around her.

“It’s alright.” Mira buried her face in his chest and held him tightly.

“It’s alright.” She whispered, “This is good. This is good.”

“Mira.” Lance’s voice was soft. “Don’t be afraid.” He knew he didn’t look good, and he worried that Mira might be scared of him now. Or perhaps, he feared she would discover the true reason she had been created.

“I’m not afraid.” Mira responded. She was just saddened by some things from her past. She didn’t like to mourn the past, but she couldn’t help it at that moment.

Mira looked up at Lance.

The secrets within him were revealed. Mira had never seen him so clearly before.

She wasn’t afraid.

Dragon and succubus, dragon and elf, dragon and dwarf—now there was dragon and human, or more accurately, dragon and mage.

Mira smiled.

She stood on tiptoe and kissed his cheek, just as he had once gently touched her forehead.

Mira understood the significance of a kiss. She wanted to convey a message to Lance in this way.

Lance’s pupils dilated in shock.

He had been surprised by the fact that they were living together, and now, he was delighted by this light kiss.

He froze.

Mira found it amusing. In traditional understanding, dragons were considered incredibly powerful beings. Lance was a blue dragon, a master of magic. But now, he was silly, frozen in place, staring at her. There was nothing intelligent or wise about him at all.

Mira thought of his lies. She wasn’t unaware that he had been lying; his lies didn’t even make sense, full of contradictions.

Fool.

Mira tilted her head.

Fool.

She dared not say it aloud, afraid Lance would realize that she had discovered his true identity.

She had to keep it from him, just as he had kept it from her.

Could Lance, this fool, guess that she already knew who he was?

He certainly couldn’t.

Mira laughed. Lance didn’t know what she was thinking.

Her heart under the heart-protecting scales pounded, and her body temperature gradually rose.

The dragon’s mating season hadn’t passed yet, and Lance was just suppressing his instincts.

He looked down at Mira, and a sudden impulse arose within him.

Magic enveloped their bodies. There were visitors on the lower floors of the tower, and this wasn’t the right time for the current situation.

Lance no longer cared. After all, Mira knew he was the master of the tower. With a flash, he instinctively took her to the top floor of the tower.

That was the master’s bedroom.

An exotic scent filled the entire room in an instant. Mira’s quick-thinking mind finally connected the scent to the fantasies she had read about.

Previously, she had only guessed. She had felt that humans and dragons shared some common characteristics at certain moments.

Now she had her answer.

Lance was in a special phase. His previous high fever, illness, and exhaustion were all due to his efforts to suppress his instincts.

Fool. Mira thought inwardly.

The blue dragon held her, clumsily burying his head in her shoulder.

Mira wasn’t afraid anymore. She knew what was happening.

The strange scent enveloped her, and Lance’s body temperature surrounded her.

She could hear his breathing, and she could feel her heartbeat quicken.

His hand gently traced circles on Mira’s back, again and again.

Lance lowered his head, looking at Mira.

In her eyes, his reflection stared back at him.

This was the master’s bedroom at the top of the tower, not the bottom floor, so no one would disturb them.

He knew how to handle this special period. He had already tried everything the books had taught him, but none of it had worked.

It still remained.

But now, it was different. Mira was right in front of him.

He leaned down, attempting to kiss her. Mira lightly touched his cheek, but Lance knew where to kiss.

The books about dragons and succubi made it clear. Compared to what Mira had read, the texts about dragons and succubi were more informative.

Lance knew what to do.

He captured her lips with his, trying to trace her lips with his tongue. Mira seemed tense too, and she tried to respond to him, but her teeth hit Lance’s lower lip.

The blue dragon’s eyes deepened.

Mira tried to follow what was described in the books about dragons and elves, but she felt she had hurt Lance.

She was frustrated.

There was always an insurmountable gap between theory and practice.

But she didn’t give up. It was like practicing magic. The first time, the second time—there would always be accidents.

Lance was the best spellcaster in the world, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t fail when he was learning.

Soon, they mastered the technique through their trials.

The blue dragon’s strength made it easy for him to hold Mira. This was far more powerful than other spellcasters.

Mira didn’t need to exert any strength. She didn’t even have to tilt her head back. Lance was considerate of everything, even pausing intentionally to give her a chance to breathe.

“Mira.” He whispered in her ear. “You don’t have to hold your breath. Try breathing normally. It’s okay.”

The air from his words brushed against Mira’s ear, the warmth feeling like a soak in a hot spring.

Mira shivered.

She didn’t want to look at Lance anymore. He was learning faster than she was. It wasn’t fair.

“I got it.” She responded in a soft, dissatisfied tone.

“Try again.”

“No, I won’t.” Mira didn’t think trying again would change anything.

Mira pushed Lance away. She adjusted her hair and dress.

“I’m going to watch the sunrise with Maria.” She hurriedly said, then quickly used magic to teleport away.

Lance turned to look out the window.

It was pitch black outside.

Sunrise? Sunrise was still far off.