How To Tame an Academy Dragon

98. Even dragons sometimes drop

“We’ve arrived!”

The carriage rattled and I woke up. Did you fall asleep for a while in the meantime?

I turned my sore neck and looked out the window and saw that I had arrived in front of a building that looked like a women’s dormitory.

The old-looking building that you would see at a western university had a strong round impression. The exterior, whether it was brick or wallpaper, was mostly white, and the ivy that climbed up the walls didn’t bother to remove it, perhaps for the sake of the atmosphere.

It feels like you are visiting a foreign country. It is like visiting a medieval building in a famous tourist destination.

“Is it comfortable?”

“Yes, yes. I really came here very comfortably. It’s to the point of being overdone… Thank you.”

The cautious words of the Dean of Academic Affairs double the burden in my heart. After arranging the words and being as polite as possible, I looked for the handle to get out of the wagon.

Come to think of it, even when I rode Sellus’ carriage, the old butler always opened and closed the door. Didn’t I unexpectedly live being treated well?

I wanted to take a closer look at the dormitory building, so the moment I grabbed the doorknob to open the carriage door, the Dean of Academic Affairs jumped off the driver’s seat as if in a fright.

The Dean of Academic Affairs, who landed dangerously as if he were about to fall, rushes in and opens the door.

“I’ll open it!”

“Thank you.”

Why is this burdensome? Really.

The Dean of Academic Affairs, who politely opened the door, closed it again as I got out.

“Pretty.”

“Isn’t that right? There are two dormitories where students live. They are the essence of architecture built with the best materials by the best architects in the Empire under His Majesty’s strict instructions.”

“Oh… Is it?”

The food is very good, and the place to sleep is really great. Food, clothing and shelter are the most important things in human life.

I am reminded of what my parents said in the distant past, that people cannot gain strength unless they are properly equipped with food, clothing and shelter.

My parents… I can’t even remember their faces.

“If you go all the way in here, you will come to the main gate. If you present the permit from earlier, they will let you through right away. An official will probably be there.”

“Is there someone involved?”

“Yes. The dormitory will be waiting for you. Then go in!”

The Dean of Academic Affairs bows 90 degrees. Seeing his excessive treatment, I quickly bow down and greet him.

“Oh, no. Thanks for taking me there. Go in.”

At the same time, we straightened our backs and looked at each other for a moment. The middle-aged Dean of Academic Affairs hesitated to see if he had any questions, then turned around and got into his carriage with a tilt of his head.

“Wow!”

The Dean of Academic Affairs pulls a carriage and disappears. I entered the courtyard of the dormitory, avoiding the dust behind the carriage, and went straight to the entrance as he said.

By the time you reach the big chestnut wooden gate. Two female guards appeared out of nowhere and blocked my way.

The guardsman, wearing red armor, pressed his helmet so deeply that only his eyes were exposed menacingly, and his hand was raised so that he could draw his sword at any time.

“Stop. Identify yourself.”

A bit more vigilant and hostile than the school guards. Is it the difference between a place where you can go in public and a place where you can’t?

“I’m here to visit a student.”

“A visit?”

The guards exchange glances with each other. After about two seconds, the guardsman standing to the left removed his hand from the sword.

“The visit should be done through the back door… Do you have any documents?”

“Yes. I received a permit from the Office of Education. Is this this?”

As I put my hand in my chest to show the permit, the guards put their hand on the sword again.

You must be getting stabbed for doing this wrong.

“This is your permit.”

Before she gets stabbed, I quickly take out the permit, unfold it, and show it to them.

“I’ll check in a moment.”

A guardsman receives a permit and begins to examine it carefully.

“Hmm…”

For the first time, the miasma disappears from the eyes of the guardsman who was reading the permit. It was very brief, but it contained embarrassment and then disappeared.

“I’m sorry. According to the regulations, visitors are not notified separately, so I didn’t find out. Please forgive me for maintaining security and strict procedures for outsiders.”

Having said that, the guard bowed her head and apologized to me.

The guardsman who read the permit bowed her head, and the other guards next to her also bowed their heads in the same way.

“Oh, no. I think I was wrong. Why, why did I apologize? I’m sorry…”

Why are you like this! I feel like I’m going to vomit because I’m embarrassed. At this point, I feel like I’m firmly doing something wrong.

It was only after I got restless and stopped them that the guards raised their heads again.

After passing the guards and passing through the gate, I was able to enter a splendid and spacious hall.

“Ah! Welcome!”

Then a woman who was hanging around in the hall came running to me and greeted me.

“Is that right, Mr. Raj? I’ve been waiting for a call from you. My name is Katarina Absona. I’m the head of the dormitory. Now, this way.”

Headmaster Katarina, who bowed her back in a greeting like her elegant lady, took the lead and started walking without giving me time to answer.

She Follows her up her Y-shaped stairs. It was late afternoon, so I didn’t see any students walking around the dormitory.

Thank you. It’s kind of like if you’re hanging around here and you get suspicious about the bad side.

From the outside, I thought the building was tall, but as I kept going up the stairs along with Katarina, I could see how tall the building was.

…The 5th floor?

You can see the dormitory map attached to the ceiling at the end of the stairs. Even at first glance, the structure looks very complicated. That’s why there are so many facilities inside.

“Here.”

“Here?”

The sixth floor had only one door. To be precise, it should be said that the entrance to the 6th floor is blocked by a door.

“The 6th floor is occupied by a small number of students. Here…”

The headmaster handed me a key. The key, which is made of a pretty blue material that looks like it was made of jewels, has a number tag called 604.

“When it’s time to leave, just knock on this door twice. Then.”

The headmaster bent her back again and went down the stairs.

“What’s going on?”

Okay What are you doing with her head rolling?

I decided to just accept the situation rather than understand it, so I sighed and opened the door to the 6th floor.

“Oh…”

The moment you step through the door, you can feel the soft sensation on the soles of your feet and look down and see the red carpet.

A red carpet was spread along the hallway that stretched on both sides, and antique paintings were painted on the walls of the hallway, and a chandelier on the ceiling was shining brilliantly to brighten up the space.

“Is it a hotel?”

Look at the key given by the headmaster again. 604 Refers to the number of rooms, right?

Look to the left and you’ll see four doors. 6 More doors on the right. Given the size of a normal room, I think there should be at least 3 or 4 more doors between them.

“Let’s see. This is Room 605.”

The nameplate installed along with the door told me that the owner of this room was Trani Yobia.

After walking to the left for a long time, I checked the next door, and it was Room 604. No matter how much I think about it, each room feels bigger than necessary.

Stand in front of Room 604 and examine the door.

“Doha Prius.”

Is Doha really in this room? Can I come in on my own? I’m in the shower, so what should I do? Wouldn’t it be bad if a man came in carelessly?

Doha, like other girls, doesn’t actually have a hobby of decorating a room in a cute way? If not, would you turn the room into a gym?

For some reason, I put my hand on her left chest without realizing it. Did all the guys who go to their girlfriend’s house feel this way?

Pick up the key and insert it into the keyhole. Even at this moment, I had the strange thought that I was lucky that the door lock wasn’t beeping and beeping.

Click.

The key turned smoothly and the sound of the lock unlocking was so hard you couldn’t hear it unless you were really focused.

“Do you want to go in?”

I opened the door cautiously, muttering in a quieter voice than the sound of the lock.

What I immediately saw was a white wooden shoe rack and a long hallway. Another door on the left wall led to the living room from the right, revealing an open space.

I take off my shoes neatly next to the shoes in Doha that have been taken off and scattered around.

The carpet in the hallway was softer than the one in the hallway and had a nice touch.

Something that looks like a light fixture hanging along the ceiling brightly illuminates the room and follows the light into the living room.

“Oh my God…”

The moment I entered the living room, I couldn’t help but open my mouth wide.

Is this how you feel when you step into an ultra-luxurious suite at a top-notch hotel that you’ve only seen in pictures? A dressing table full of angled and folded towels or objects.

“That door.”

I looked around blankly and saw a slightly open door. Doha’s clothes or something was hanging between the doors, so I guess that’s why it didn’t close.

“Doha?”

I wonder if this is the room where I go to Doha, so I put my head in and look inside.

It’s dark, but it’s more comfortable for me.

“Is it a dressing room?”

A room as big as my shop was packed with clothes. Curious, I unconsciously entered the room and was surprised by the countless clothes.

“These are the school uniforms that I wear every day. No, there are so many of them, so I wear the same clothes all the time.”

The school uniforms of Doha, which filled a closet, looked more than 10 even if you roughly counted them.

The more than 10 school uniforms are amazing, but what’s even more surprising is the colorful and feminine clothes, from dresses and skirts that Doha would never wear.

“Oh. That’s it.”

While looking at each outfit, a light blue dress was hanging in the middle of the room. The one-piece dress that was torn around the left thigh looked dirty here and there.

I’m sure that’s the outfit I was wearing on the day Doha made it up and stopped my brain, right?

The torn part here is also the part I ate while running away feeling ashamed. Haven’t you done the repair yet?

Isn’t it? Didn’t you? Ask yourself such questions. And if you ask me which one is better, I like this ripped and tangled one.

It’s not because I’m a pervert, but I think this one piece must be like this to be completed. Maybe she felt the same way as me.

“This isn’t it. So where is he? Is he not in the room?”

I don’t think the guy who will send a friend to run errands because he’s sick is going around.

I came out of the closet and found a door directly across from the closet.

“What is this?”

Find a small piece of paper attached to the door and remove it.

“There’s a scary dragon sleeping cutely in this room, so don’t open it…? What kind of nonsense is this?”

A terrifying warning written in someone’s handwriting. The face that passes through my mind is a straight, short-haired, playful face.

“I don’t think he really had a few…”

Somehow that short hair… I don’t think anyone would do something like this if it weren’t for Beatrice.

“Where. Shall we go see the terrifying dragon?”

The horse is pretending to be calm, but its heart is beating like it’s about to explode. The words I uttered are just spells to hypnotize and reassure myself.

Click.

The wind blows through the door.

Blinding sunlight fills the room, and the white velvet curtains hanging over the windows sway.

Her cluttered room, which could hardly be called clean, was full of her clothes and books that she had thrown away.

And Doha, who sleeps comfortably on a large bed.

“He said he had a cold.”

The blanket was kicked and thrown away from her, and she was sleeping curled up like a shrimp in a white dress.

“Sniff…”

Doha sniffles her nose while sleeping, perhaps because it’s cold. Haven’t I encountered this scene somewhere before?

Ah. Yes that’s when When she wandered into her dreams and invaded her little haven.

Walk to bed and stand next to Doha. Come to think of it, when was the last time I saw her asleep like this? It’s been a while since she’s been very busy.

“You worked hard.”

The moment I gave her a compliment to Doha, her eyes fluttered open.

“Sorry I woke you…”

I put my hand up and try to stroke her hair, but her arm doesn’t move so I lower her head.

Doha’s hand was still holding my arm before I knew it. She turned her head again to look at her doha, her deep blue eyes staring at me.

Doha slowly rising. I have no idea what Doha is thinking after staring at me for a long time with an expressionless face.

“It’s okay. Eww!”

A strong power dominates my body, just like when I was banished from her dream. Just in case there is something different.

“hehehe.”

Doha smiles brightly like a child.

Did the force that pushed me back work in reverse this time? Pulled by her strength, I was held in her arms and I felt her doha arms wrapped around my back warmly.

“Hello.”

I greeted her doha and closed her eyes as she was swallowed up in her arms.