The building was high and strewn with towers. There were the floors for the dormitories and the classrooms.

The classes were in a circular network. The students had to pass through a very, very large diameter spiral corridor to access the other floors.

Outside large rooms built in adjacent turret floors and on the inside, one quadrant rooms constituting the central part which were more offices than classrooms.

At he base there was a dungeon.

This is where Auberine and I had our lair. (But we were used to a house.) Plus, it has a cave. What clichés!

I mean, it was more to reassure the other students and also because they were paying and not us.

In fact, we were curiosities and we were de facto extremely poor...

It was now that we realized that the magi were ultra-rich and high nobles and that, apart from our race, we were nothing.

Not even a beast. Just a monster they were waiting to shoot down.

Auberine then became afraid.

I had to reassure her and tell her that we would be well treated and that it was absolutely necessary to know the magic for our race.

We are their hidden heroes. It's like we have to look for fire in the god's realms.

After settling in, Zanzar met us and explained the rules to us.

That there were other students and that no violence was allowed, especially from us, no justification.

He reminded us of our position, which was hard to accept but was our reality.

We settled down and cleaned our quarters and brought back furniture that dragged this and that to do something.

But since we had nothing but a newspaper, the 2 grimoires and a little ink and some seeds and spices, we were miserable.

Let's hope magic helps us.

Half a day passed and then Zanzar arrived with teachers whom he introduced us.

There was also a dragon-hunting teacher...brr might as well give the leg to an executioner.

Auberone shouted a little cry of tears and fear when she saw Professor Rogue, the dragon hunter.

You shouldn't have upset that gentleman.

He took the floor.

"I expect a lot from you to train my students. Since you are the object of our hunts, you will train my students under my supervision and you will be rewarded with an assistant's salary.

- You!!, Auberone, will have the training of hunter, trapper, and finally soldier to work as a guard, bodyguard and/or scout for the empire.

This position is the royal path to heroism and then nobility.

You will be given a chance and you will have to try to civilize those of your race and stop their propensity for violence against humans.

We want to learn from you and you will learn from us."

We thanked Professor Rogue.

Then it was Professor Rumple's turn.

Ms. Rumple taught courses in economics and mathematics and household management.

For example, budgeting for a normal, noble family or simply running an inn, restaurant or blacksmith shop.

Other teachers, all noble, came out of curiosity and also to touch a living dragon other than in the stomach.

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"How beautiful and clean they are.!

Unnecessary, student dragons. Pure dragons."

Some people looked to us as a source of available and rare materials but. My eyes quickly changed their minds.

Zanzar also tells us that in the dungeon, we were at home but that tests of courage and attack of dragon dens would be planned.

We had to see it as a game and especially as compensation for the cost of studies.

We thanked them all politely and the students marched past. Most of them scared but happy that we stay confined in the dungeon.

But they didn't know that we would go to class too and that our entries would be, how to say, spectacular...

Some doors being too small, we opted to enter the classroom through the terrace and window.

The first day, there was panic. RED Dragons above all. We were the pinnacles of draconian violence. And Ignar was no stranger to it.

We were represented and went to lie down in the back of the audience.

We were taking notes and I had tinkered with a feather holder to attach it to my claw and I would write down everything they said.

We experience the elementary notions of magic, their bases and the energy cost.

It was very interesting but Auberone asked me what was the use of it since we had mana to sell compared to humans

I got a little angry and apologized to her afterwards. It was obvious:

"Auberone, how many men have actually shot Ignar (not to mention father)?"

"Ten"

"Yes, and how many of them were there? "I asked?

"150 " she replied.

"And how many dragons is that, 150?"

15 DRAGONS! Consider that 10 men are stronger than a strong dragon.

"And if 150 men are after you? By using your strength and magic, do you think you'll win?"

"No, she lowered her head."...

"Exactly: It's possible but you have to manage and save your spells. That's why we study magic. To defend ourselves.!"

"We have to learn to manage our mana like a human.

Then protect yourself from arrows and swords, learn protection spells, make yourself invisible, feed and counter-attack. Imagine a mass and you have to hold out as long as you can. Don't forget, humans kill dragons through wear and tear! It's an economic race in mana."

Auberone: "Yes, I understand better. You're really smart."

"No, Auberine, I'm not asking you to be a magician. But you heard the king: EXTERMINATION to the LAST! We'll be lucky if we learn defense and attack spells, but especially to break. "

"But, Vermi, we are proud red dragons..."

"Do you think the scaly father is proud now???? It's a red sausage stapled to a wall at the bottom of a hole. He's in his place, that's good, but think of others and us."

So my sister and I got motivated.

Meanwhile at court.....

"ZANZAR!"

King STAR got angry....

"You have two dragons at the academy!!!"

You know my orders are ABSOLUTE. "EXTERMINATE THE WYVERNS TO THE LAST.!!

What am I going to pretend to be, in parliament?"

"Sire, let me explain. I went to see the house of old John and Paul and Mary. They cared for him better than any human. I offered to protect them and they refused to abandon the old man. They say that one of his tears made the old blacksmith see again and he was able to see the sun again a few moments before passing by.

I think we should give them a chance. Also, Vermithraxa claims that she has reincarnated and that she was human before. It has restored the forge, built a foundry and manufactured machines 1000 years ahead of our technology. An engine that runs machines by drawing the force of water through fire. And she explained everything to me and is willing to share her knowledge with us. It's a jewel. She also has a deep knowledge of mechanics and material sciences.

She gave me the formulas without asking for anything in return. They ask for your pardon. So I learned that they were believers and that the world from which they come, the messiah is the same.

If you kill her, it's like burning down every library in the world.

She also had good ideas like rebuilding a team of wyrmes to train them and educate them in our values. I think they could explain to us why such violence in these dragons."

Star: "I, I WANT TO SEE THEM MYSELF!"

"It will be done, Your Majesty......" Zanzar bowed.

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I was scanning the library and looking for the kitchen and basic volumes.

Rogue stood behind me and spoke to me by surprise.

"Are you interested in cooking? Is it to better prepare humans? "He joked.

"Oh, I'm looking to make pastries and cakes and other feasts to eat with my friends, well, future friends."

"Let me see, oh yes, this one will suit you better. You can invoke a feast and food for everyone. It's a better choice."

I thanked Professor Rogue who studied me from every angle.

I was also looking to see if they had the gunpowder and where to find the brimstone and tools.

I wanted to have access to a sophisticated forge and to know if there was a way to make sophisticated mechanical parts.

After several hours of testing, I was able to do the " FESTIN " (Feast) spell.

When we arrived in our Dungeon, we trained until the food was delicious.

Then the Feast became a Feast.

Then when Zanzar came to talk to us, we showed him our Feast and he said, "Oh yes, at least the food here is tasty. The students make beautiful tables but the content is cardboard.

Good.

But I need to talk to you.

Come near me" and he summoned a chair and sat on it.

"Ohh, furniture! We'd like to do that too."

Zanzar : "I would like you to show your interest in the simple things of life and not fighting, survival and so on. This reasoning is toxic and only generates conflicts, desires and battles.

Make a good feast when the king arrives. Focus on music, art and singing.

Then I drew the plans to make an organ with keyboard and pedals."

"Zanzar says: beautiful you even put on angels' decorations and all the majesty of the instrument

Zanzar ran to various carpenters and mechanics and rushed to have this musical instrument built to support the faith.

A month passed and we managed to make various objects from the reception kitchen appear and even make an invisible servant who brought the dishes to the guests.

Illusions were created in the dungeon to make it look like a normal house without artifice and without provocative luxury.

We made landscapes appear and what we could see from above the clouds and our house at the forge.

Then, in my combat grimoire that I had, I had made great progress.

I had deciphered the Shield spell, very effective against arrows and balistes. and reinforced illusion spells.

Basically, we knew how to hide our presence and make it look like there was someone else in the room, or no one.

The illusion was also reinforced in the sense that we could touch and feel.

I was working on the spell of invisibility and shelter of Leomund. The upper version is Leomund's Castle.

I was also looking for walls of strength and it was interesting to make molds. We could have a plan in mind, imagine it and make a virtual mold before casting metal or other in it.

Then came the fateful day.

"His Majesty, The King"