Lance’s current state was quite strange.

His body was weak and fatigued, but his consciousness remained fully alert. He could feel the Levitation spell lifting his body, carefully moving him onto the soft mattress.

Lance knew it was the girl who had intruded into the tower who did this. He wanted to open his eyes and look at her, but his eyelids felt too heavy, and he couldn’t lift them.

This girl wanted to live in the tower. Lance didn’t really want to agree to that.

He preferred to live alone, to enjoy peace and quiet.

She was the sacrificial bride of the magic dragon. Strictly speaking, this had nothing to do with him.

He had already warned her: the magic dragon didn’t like curious young girls. He was rather mundane and preferred the seductive, fiery succubi.

But it seemed she had no intention of leaving.

Lance couldn’t kick her out. Mira had saved him, and now he was lying on the mattress she had brought.

The mattress was soft and gave off a faint scent of incense. After lying in the cold, hard base of the tower for a week, with the persistent damp and musty smell torturing a dragon’s senses, Mira’s presence had dispelled all of that.

Lance sighed inwardly. He really didn’t want to live with anyone else.

Dragons were solitary creatures. He had never heard of a dragon willing to share their home with others.

He heard her mention that she was running out of magical mediums. For human mages, magical mediums were crucial.

If he could give her some mediums, could he negotiate with her to have her leave?

There should be plenty of magical items in the tower’s storage room that could serve as mediums.

Once he recovered a bit more, he could take Mira to pick one. If she felt one wasn’t enough, two or three would also work.

Right now, though, he was somewhat reluctant to part with the mattress she had brought. And he didn’t have the strength to open his eyes.

Mira noticed the blue-haired man frown. Her gaze shifted to his legs, and an expression of sympathy appeared on her face.

Aside from the Rebirth magic, what else did she need to do?

Magic couldn’t fully replace a doctor, but there was nothing in the tower that could be used for disinfection.

Mira picked up a beautifully decorated candelabra from the dowry, casting a small spell to light the candles. She placed it on the table, using it as an oil lamp.

The dowry the king had prepared was magnificent, but very little of it was truly practical.

Mira needed disinfecting alcohol, gauze, and burn ointment. These items were nowhere to be found in the dowry.

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There were silver platters and silver cutlery, but no cooking utensils, no stove to cook food, and no food itself.

Fortunately, she had money. The king had given her plenty of gold so she could buy what she needed in the market.

Before being sent to the tower, Mira had carefully noted the route.

If she walked east for about three hours after descending the mountain, she would reach a small town.

The town wasn’t large, but where there were people, there would be a market. Mira wasn’t worried.

She took out the paper and pen she always carried in the pocket of her gray robe.

She needed to take stock of the usable items in the dowry and make a list of what else she needed.

The dry rations she brought would last for two more days. Before that, she needed to solve the food problem.

The medicines Lance needed were also important.

Once food and shelter were settled, she would need materials to create magic circles. No one knew when the magic dragon would return, so she had to plan ahead.

The flame of the candle flickered a few times, and the shadows in the candlelight swayed with it.

Mira looked up, surveying her surroundings. Apart from the small area illuminated by the light, the base of the tower remained pitch black.

The candlelight flickered, and the shadows trembled. She was alone, and suddenly she felt a twinge of fear.

Mira took a deep breath, suppressing the slight fear that arose from the depths of her heart.

She put down the pen and returned the small notebook to her pocket.

The best way to deal with fear was to face it head-on.

She felt around in her pocket for a magical crystal and grasped the metal candelabra.

She decided to explore the base of the tower. Only by understanding the situation here would she stop feeling afraid. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to sleep well tonight.

She had other things to do tomorrow, and she needed to rest.

Gathering her courage, Mira moved toward the parts of the tower shrouded in darkness.

The more she felt afraid, the more her mind began to wander.

Rumors said that the magic dragon’s tower housed hellhounds that ate human flesh.

Mira didn’t believe in such rumors. Studies had shown that dragons were very typical solitary creatures, and they didn’t like sharing their homes. Apart from food reserves, they didn’t keep pets.

But those rumors were so vivid, and especially at times like these, they kept resurfacing in her mind.

Besides the hellhounds, there were many other rumors about the magic dragon.

For example, he liked eating human girls and would snatch newborn babies from their mothers. When he was happy, he would burn houses to celebrate; when angry, he would devour an entire village.

He would take parts of people’s bodies as souvenirs and keep them in jars to admire.

In short, there were all kinds of rumors about dragons, and none of them were good.

Mira looked at the pile of bones in the open space in front of the tower. The gray-white bones were surrounded by swarming mosquitoes, but in reality, those were not human bones.

There was no solid evidence about the magic dragon eating people.

Mages were the most rigorous of beings. They valued evidence.

Mira wasn’t sure if this was psychological comfort, but in this terrifying tower, all alone, she had to give herself some courage.

Holding the candelabra, she slowly moved forward. As the light gradually illuminated the base of the tower, she discovered that the interior of the tower was still a circular ring. In the center was an empty space, surrounded by one locked room after another.

Mira came to a door and tried to open it, but her outstretched hand was stopped by a gentle magical force.

Gentle? Mira frowned. Magic in this world was usually fierce and violent, never so friendly.

She quickly realized the answer. The original owner of this tower had been a powerful high tower mage, and their control over magic was as natural as humans needing water.

Mira felt a tinge of envy. She couldn’t yet control magic like that.

This door wouldn’t open, so Mira shifted her attention to the door next to it.

Unlike the previous one, the magical fluctuation on this door was much weaker, as though it hadn’t been reinforced for hundreds of years.

Mira took out a crystal and recited a few incantations.

The crystal suddenly glowed, and the surrounding magical energy surged toward the crystal like a torrent.

After passing through the crystal, the energy was harmonized and returned to Mira as a gentler, friendlier force.

Click…

The door opened.

Mira exhaled, put the crystal away, and pushed open the door in front of her.