“I said it again, I’m a boy!”
On the Magic Knight’s training ground, a blazing white flame rose, transforming into the phantom of a giant dragon…
The scorching air current distorted the sunlight of the blazing sun.
The sand and stones on the ground were scorched black, and the senior provisional Holy Knight, after taking a direct sword strike from Fafner, fell down with a foolish grin on his face.
The Knight Instructor next to him had the injured person carried away, then came before Fafner and awkwardly advised:
“Your Highness Fafner, you should go a bit easier. This… it’s easy for accidents to happen.”
Fafner, full of indignation, ripped off his helmet, shook his silver-white ponytail, scattering glistening sweat beads;
A few stray strands of hair were stuck to his rose-tinted cheek by sweat.
He backhanded his silver-white longsword into the scorched sandy ground, the gold embroidery on the edge of his black hosiery flickering in and out of view with his movements;
He tilted his head back and drank the iced grape juice, his throat moving quickly beneath his snow-white skin, the lingering water marks on his throat reflecting tiny golden glints in the midday sun.
From nearby came the whistles and jeers of a group of boys…
“Your Highness Fafner, let’s take a bath together!”
“Your Highness, do you want me to wipe your sweat for you?”
“Junior, you smell so good! Let’s fence!”
Someone imitated his movements when he adjusted his pleated skirt, and more people whistled, making their training shields thump loudly.
These boys gradually realized that if it were a girl, they wouldn’t dare to tease like this; the beauty of it was that Fafner was a boy…
Fafner’s hand, clutching the sword hilt, trembled uncontrollably:
“Shut up!”
Saying so, he ignored the admonishments, grabbed a shield from the side of the field, and threw it towards the crowd;
His dangling silver ponytail swept past his rose-colored cravat, and as the hem of his training uniform fluttered, half of his snow-white waist was revealed.
The crowd scattered, but they still shamelessly continued to jeer.
Although Mil had said to interact more with boys, Fafner still couldn’t do it…
And usually, the head maid Serena would also be by his side; she wouldn’t allow him to interact with other boys.
In fact, Fafner had always felt that he was a normal male, and due to the physiological characteristics of dragons, gender identity confusion was almost impossible…
Until that night.
He didn’t know if it was because he was drunk, but he always felt that Mil had an irresistible scent about him…
In fact, for the past two days, just thinking about that scent made his face flush and his heart pound.
“No… I’m a man!”
In the washroom, Fafner cupped water and splashed it on his face, his eyes becoming resolute.
After changing clothes, Fafner walked out of the private washroom, but as soon as he stepped out, he saw Mil talking with a maid.
“Mil, I’m sorry… I don’t understand what you’re saying at all. The great Ludofen is undoubtedly the God of Light. It’s just that His divine throne has not yet been found by the church, but His miracles will not make the world wait too long.”
“Alright… just fool the idiots of the Dragon Race, don’t fool yourself.”
“Mil, Your Highness Fafner is out.”
Saying so, the maid Serena gestured, and Mil turned to see Fafner still at the washroom door, awkwardly pulling up the black stockings on his legs with an embarrassed expression.
“You brat!”
Mil leaned against the enamel glass window with his arms crossed, the afternoon sun gilding his stern brow bone.
Fafner’s gaze swept over the other party’s unbuttoned collar, and a sour aftertaste of grape juice suddenly arose in his throat;
For some reason, his freshly washed face instantly turned red again:
“Mi-Mil, are you looking for me?”
“Tian Geng Beyond, you’ll participate, right?”
“Yes! I will, but my goal isn’t the enlightenment fruit…”
Saying so, Fafner walked before Mil with his hands behind his back, lowering his head, his body slowly and uncontrollably leaning closer…
“Your Highness Fafner! Mind your manners.”
The maid next to him spoke up with a cold face, scolding him. Fafner trembled all over and awkwardly took half a step back.
Mil chuckled and said:
“Not for the enlightenment fruit? Are you worried you won’t get it?”
“Hmm… After all, those participating are all high-ranking mages; I have no chance of winning.”
Fafner, full of disappointment, sighed and shook his head, but Mil felt something was off:
“Wait, then where did you get the courage to challenge me to a duel back then?”
“You… didn’t you only awaken your talent a few months ago?”
“So you thought I was easy to bully?”
“I’m sorry…”
He said so, but his eyes glanced disdainfully to the side. Mil’s eyes twitched slightly, but he still patiently said:
“At that time, I’ll team up with you. On the surface, I’ll take the enlightenment fruit, but I’ll secretly give it to you, understood?”
“Huh? What are you thinking? I might not even win myself, and you want me to carry you?”
Fafner was full of surprise and confusion, and Mil was so angry he wanted to twist his head off:
“You brat… do you look down on people that much?”
“I’m just telling the truth. After awakening a magic talent, the growth and transformation of magic nerves take a long time. You’re still at the early first stage, who can you beat… And your talent evaluation is only F+, so logically, you shouldn’t even be able to enter this academy.”
Fafner held his arms, still looking extremely superior;
As a direct descendant of the Holy Dragon, Fafner’s magic talent, like Lilith’s, was S+.
Mil’s face darkened. It seemed the last few lashes still hadn’t made him comfortable enough;
But he still suppressed his anger, after all, there was no need to argue with a dying person:
“Hmph… Anyway, I have my own way of winning. You just follow my instructions.”
“Alright, I’ll listen to you…”
Fafner shrugged. Anyway, he wouldn’t lose anything.
In fact, not only did Fafner have this view, but in the eyes of his classmates, Mil was just a connected individual;
Of course, after the “Erotic Enchantress” exorcism incident in Mian Ruo Village…
Other classmates believed that Mil was a Holy Son favored by the main god, harsh in words but kind at heart, deeply righteous, and selfless.
But his magic level…
An F+ talent was destined not to go far.
In fact, Mil had already become E+, but he didn’t dare to tell others, and the difference wasn’t particularly significant either;
Sibyl Magic Academy’s admission requirement was C.
After Mil left, Fafner looked at his back and always felt as if some desire was being stirred in his heart. He suddenly felt his throat was a little dry…
There was an inexplicable urge to smell Mil’s scent again.
Last time was because he was drunk, which caused him to lose control;
Next time, it definitely wouldn’t happen.
At this moment, the maid Serena stepped forward and said:
“Your Highness, Miss Lilith just sent an invitation, inviting you to Paradiso Mansion for afternoon tea.”
“Hmm, I know…”
Fafner nodded. For such matters, if Serena didn’t want him to go, she would probably reject it directly for him;
If she informed him, then she definitely expected him to attend the appointment.
The Atla Continent’s foremost genius girl, Fafner indeed admired her greatly, but after all, there weren’t many opportunities to interact, and he was more curious as to why she would take a liking to Mil?