Chapter 34: Dragon Dad 4

After finally surviving the grueling Dragon Language class, the moment the bell rang signaling the end, the students, who had been sitting upright like statues, suddenly relaxed and smiled as though they had just escaped a disaster.

“Next, we have History of Magic, and I will be teaching this class as well.”

With those words from Teacher Lashia, they were all sent back to hell.

The poor first-year students, after a moment of confusion, all displayed expressions of utter devastation.

“W-why? Isn’t History of Magic supposed to be taught by Teacher Wizeld?” one student couldn’t help but ask.

Teacher Lacia, having just finished his class, was focused on watching his young dragon eat. He casually replied, “Because Wizeld is busy working on his giant dragon encyclopedia and doesn’t have time to teach.”

The students looked at the young dragon, and they understood: “…”

Sensing the students’ complex emotions, Lacia looked up and smiled. “Wizeld may know about the history of magic, but I’ve witnessed history firsthand. Are you worried I won’t be able to teach it?”

Who dared to say that? They were worried they wouldn’t survive the lesson.

Lacia then asked, “So, where have you all gotten to in your History of Magic lessons?”

A shy, flaxen-haired girl wearing glasses timidly spoke up, “We’ve learned about the life and work of Master Shirabi, the discoverer of water element magic.”

“Shirabi?” Lacia glanced at the picture of Shirabi in the students’ books and suddenly said, “This picture doesn’t look like him at all.”

Having long lives, many dragons possess extra skills, and Lacia was no exception—he was good at drawing.

In an instant, he drew a picture of a dark-haired man with a melancholic expression on paper and showed it to the students, causing a collective gasp.

“So handsome!”

“Why does the book make Master Shirabi look so ugly?!”

The students were all agitated.

Lacia continued, “Shirabi was very messy. He didn’t like to bathe, and he avoided people, often staying in the same place for years without taking a single bath.”

The students: “?”

Lacia thought for a moment and then added, “He discovered water element magic because his wife couldn’t stand his filth anymore and threw him into a lake. He didn’t want to face her, so he hid underwater for a long time and, during that time, discovered water element magic.”

The students: “???”

That’s not what the book says!

Lacia continued, “I remember very clearly that his wife later ran off with a magician named Pire. Shirabi was heartbroken and hid at home for ten years without coming out.”

The students: “!!!”

That’s not in the book! More, please, more!

One student, unable to hold back their curiosity, asked, “Is this Pire the same Master Pire who invented the hemostatic potion?!”

Lacia: “Hemostatic potion? That was his sister’s work. Pire is the eldest son of the family, but he’s nowhere near as smart as his sisters. He claimed their work as his own and even had someone write the family history to glorify himself.”

The students slapped their foreheads in disbelief.

“Ahhhh, why did I love the wrong person?!”

“How could this be?! How could this be?!”

“Waaah, have I been learning all this for nothing? How am I supposed to answer in the exam now?!”

Unaware of this, the school principal, Mr. Ude, had secretly come to observe how Lacia taught History of Magic. He just happened to witness the scene where the entire class collapsed in despair.

After learning what had transpired, Principal Ude couldn’t keep it together either.

“Teacher Lacia, please take a break, I beg you!”

Principal Ude felt that if Lacia continued teaching, they’d have to rewrite the entire History of Magic textbook.

Being asked to leave the classroom, Lacia didn’t mind. He patted his young dragon gently. “Then let’s go and teach the fifth-grade students combat skills.”

He walked to the wide stone training field where a group of seventeen-year-old fifth-grade students were happily playing. The moment he appeared, all the students instinctively tried to run.

With a wave of his hand, Lacia used a magic spell to bind them all back in place.

“Today, I’ll be teaching you combat skills.”

Lacia, holding his young dragon in one hand, pushed the little dragon forward and said, “You can attack freely. If anyone manages to touch her, you’ll get full marks for this year’s combat skills class.”

At the age of sixteen or seventeen, when kids fear nothing, although they had psychological scars from Lacia’s previous lessons, the proximity of the young dragon gave them unprecedented courage.

That was a baby dragon in its original form!

They didn’t care about full marks—they just wanted to touch the dragon!

The students exchanged looks and almost simultaneously charged forward.

Lacia watched with satisfaction as these youngsters, unaware of the world’s limits, rushed in.

He didn’t use magic, but the young dragon’s physical strength alone was enough to defeat these students.

With a light swipe of his hand, a student flew halfway across the field.

The little dragon, perched on the potted plant, followed the arc of the students’ flight, bobbing her head up and down, emitting a sound that resembled laughter, “qiqi.”

Lacia smiled, “Qian, does it feel fun?”

The joy was hers; the students were left with aching backs and sore waists.

After the class, everyone collapsed on the ground. Not only did they fail to touch the young dragon, but no one could even get within a meter of Lacia.

Lacia mercilessly declared their challenge a failure.

The fifth-grade troublemaker students, lying at his feet, unwillingly raised their heads from the ground and suddenly, out of nowhere, cast a levitation spell at the potted plant where the young dragon was perched.

His intention was to lift the young dragon into the air and then charge up to grab her.

However, after the dragon was lifted, she didn’t fall back down. Instead, she suddenly exhaled a small cloud of mist from her mouth and began to move through it.

She was flying, floating on the mist.

Seeing the student’s action and preparing to teach him a lesson, Lacia froze.

He looked at his young dragon, and his sharp purple eyes shimmered.

He had always worried about how his dragon would fly without wings, but she had shown him a way to fly—completely different from his own. Yet, her movements were so graceful and adorable.

Like a fish in the water or a bird in the sky, her flight was so natural.

She truly was a dragon, a creature of the skies.

For the first time since her birth, the little dragon was flying on her own ability.

Lacia, like a father witnessing his child take their first steps, was so moved that he forgot to reach out to catch her. The little dragon continued to flutter through the mist she created.

She was still too small to control her flight completely. Gradually, she veered off course, fluttered twice, and finally landed on the head of the stupefied student, Lati.

Feeling his hair being pulled by the dragon’s claws, Lati exclaimed, “!!!”

“Mama! The dragon’s grabbing my hair!”

Blushing furiously, Lacia finally snapped out of it. With a beaming smile, he went over and lifted the little dragon off Lati’s head, letting her rub against his cheek.

“Qian, you can fly now! Father is so happy!”

The little dragon chirped, “qi!”

Lacia, oblivious to the group of astonished students, walked off with his dragon.

Once he left, the dirt-covered students jumped up and rushed toward Lati, reaching for her head.

Lati: “!!”

“Mama, my hair’s gonna be gone!”

Lacia was thrilled and decided to reward his dragon.

“Qian, do you like the fruits from the elves? Then Father will take you to Le Xuer to find something delicious.”

Le Xuer was a wood elf who taught Elvish and magical plant encyclopedias at the Central Magic Academy. As another long-lived species, although elves didn’t live as long as dragons, their lifespan still exceeded that of most other species.

Le Xuer was one of the few teachers in the school who had never been subjected to Lacia’s education.

Two hundred years ago, she left the Elf Forest and never returned. Instead, she opened a small space using spatial magic at the Central Magic Academy. Inside, she kept the soil from the Elf Forest and grew many rare plants. Other than attending classes, she stayed in her space, never coming out.

Her relationship with Lacia was neither good nor bad, but when the baby dragon hatched, Le Xuer was the first to bring a gift.

Her gift was the milk tree sapling.

Lacia guessed that this might be related to the wood element’s restlessness caused by the baby dragon’s hatching.

Wood elves liked beings that were close to the wood elements, which was why this usually reclusive wood elf would take the initiative to bring a gift.

Lacia had already been planning to take the baby dragon to see Le Xuer’s space since the little dragon liked vibrant, life-filled places.

Dragons were generally domineering, and Lacia was no exception. He had planned to visit Le Xuer’s space without asking for permission, so he simply went directly to her.

The entrance to Le Xuer’s space was on a large tree, and it was sealed with elven magic.

Lacia reached out, and before he could use Dragon Language to break the seal, the entrance suddenly opened, inviting him inside.

As he entered the space, the air became fresh, and lush plants filled the space. The wood elements were visualized as glowing specks, floating in the air.

Le Xuer stood behind a blooming tree, her body mostly concealed by its branches and flowers, but her deep green hair and emerald eyes were visible as she shyly revealed herself.

Her voice was soft: “Lacia… Your Highness.”

Although she appeared to be a beautiful woman, elves did not have gender.

The pressure from the dragon was overwhelming, and Le Xuer dared not look too much. However, her attention was irresistibly drawn to the baby dragon in Lacia’s hands.

Her emerald eyes revealed affection.

“Qian really likes your elven food,” Lacia said, offering the baby dragon to her.

Le Xuer understood immediately.

The dragon tribe was known for being domineering bullies, and much of the shiny gems they liked had been taken from unlucky races.

Bringing a child over for a visit and a meal was already considered polite by their standards.

As long as they weren’t here to eat her, Le Xuer relaxed a little.

Dragons had a very diverse diet. They ate almost anything, and as juveniles, they especially loved eating magical gems. These not only helped them grow quickly and shorten their juvenile period, but they also made their scales more radiant.

In addition to gems, dragons would eat various other things. Even during the most chaotic period on the continent, dragons had once eaten elves and other races.

However, once they reached adulthood, dragons no longer needed to eat. They could absorb various elements directly from the air.

Le Xuer carefully took the baby dragon in her arms and lovingly stroked her shiny scales.

“What does she want to eat?” Le Xuer asked.

Lacia sat down on a wicker chair, naturally crossing his legs, assuming a commanding position, and resting his chin in thought. “Maybe little ones prefer sweet things?”

Le Xuer led the baby dragon to a fruit tree. This tree bore large, red fruits, bigger than an adult’s head, with smooth, translucent skin.

The baby dragon, catching the sweet scent of the fruit, climbed up to the fruit and wrapped around the largest, ripest one.

She bit into it, making rustling sounds as she ate.

Perhaps the taste was really great, as the baby dragon finished one fruit quickly and immediately went for another.

She happily wrapped around it and buried her head in it, eating.

However, halfway through eating, she sensed something was wrong. Inside this delicious fruit, there was a “stowaway” that had already taken residence.

A grub poked its head out from the spot the baby dragon had bitten, making eye contact with her.

Little Dragon: “…”

“Qi!!!!”

The baby dragon, having a grub on her face, let out the loudest and most terrified scream of her life.