How To Tame an Academy Dragon - How To Tame an Academy Dragon chapter 55

55. The virgin incubus is real

Ah, that’s f*cking hot.

I raise my head and look at the sun shining so intensely that it hurts my eyes.

At times like this, lying in grandpa’s room is the best…

It reminds me of Grandpa Hyman, who said that he would definitely go through hardships if he visited, and would cast ice magic on him.

But my grand vacation plan came to naught because of a man sipping steaming hot tea right in front of me.

The one and only Lord of the Dragon Tribe, the man who gave birth to me, and today, a daily instructor who showed up at Belfia Academy to do something unreasonable in a seminar.

Alber Prius is a celebrity that is difficult to come across as well as widely known.

A notice suddenly came up yesterday that such a celebrity would be holding a seminar today as a daily instructor at the academy…

After a two-hour speech, he declared the end and summoned me to the courtyard garden.

That is. This man didn’t come to give a speech in the first place, but the goal must have been to visit parents legally.

The story is that he was arrested for that reason and interviewed.

My father put down the teacup with an elegant gesture that didn’t suit him and looked at me with a grin.

“How is school?”

“Just that… Well…”

“Are you studying hard?”

I scratch my nose with my index finger because my father’s words tickled me.

“…Yes.”

Dad let out a small sigh at my vague answer. Dad must have realized at once that what I said was a lie.

“You’re not doing it at all.”

“I’m doing it.”

Just as I was about to finish my words, Dad took out a piece of paper from his pocket and put it on the table.

Then, as if to read it, he tapped it with his finger and pushed it toward me.

You don’t even have to pick it up and look at it. Because the eyesight of a dragon is so good, you can see it well enough even with a quick glance.

A feast of numbers written under it.

It was my report card.

“Sheesh.”

I asked you never to show it to my dad. Grandpa Hyman… You betrayed me!

“Hyman is not guilty. I asked your teacher for this.”

“I’m sorry. Are you thinking of going to work tomorrow as a temporary teacher?”

That teacher might not be in the world tomorrow.

“You’re still reckless. Your thoughts are short-lived.”

“It’s because he looks like his father.”

I go out shamelessly beyond being caught.

Come to think of it, back in the day, my father used to mumble what he would do if his grades were low. What was it?

“Haa… Have you made some friends?”

Dad changed his formal tone to a casual tone, as if he were talking to his best friends.

Speaking comfortably meant nagging would stop now.

“When you’re my age, I make friends, huh? I make memories. That’s how I should live.”

The nagging number 1, the nagging that has been in my ears ever since I was little, started.

“Daddy always says you can’t live alone in this world.”

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Nagging No. 2.

“An era will come when the nib is stronger than the fist, and when that time comes, a single guy will no longer be able to survive. You, too, stop doing useless things and do your duty as a student.”

My dad lifts up his teacup as if he is thirsty from talking too much.

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Now, if you’ve heard it up to number 3, you’ve heard it a lot.

“So you have a lot of friends your age, and you don’t live alone in Dragon Castle?”

“Pooh!!”

At the same time as Dad spouting out the tea, he blows lightly through his mouth.

The tea water that was flying towards my face and body was pushed back by my breath and flew in the opposite direction and charged at my father’s face.

“Grunt…”

Dad took his handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the tea from his face.

“Daddy doesn’t have any friends either.”

“What are you talking about? Dad has a lot of friends?”

A father who has spent his whole life in the battlefield can’t have friends.

Perhaps all the dragons of my age who will become friends are either killed by their father or become half-assholes and are secluded in caves.

“Don’t you know that Dad is busy with friends these days?”

Dad holding a damp handkerchief in one hand and making a fist. Tea dripped down his hand.

“Dad is at the height of his popularity?”

A father smiling as he raises his collar.

I was taken aback by my father who smiled and spoke with a sincere boast.

So what? He’s so good, but I’m not so good, so maybe he wants to tell me to try harder?

I got up after grabbing the report card my father had put on it.

“It’s Doha.”

“I’m sorry~ My ugly daughter is a crazy dragon who is ignorant and strong because she can’t study or socialize.”

“It’s Doha.”

The smile disappeared from Dad’s face.

In addition to a sense of self-blame for saying harsh things to my father, a bad heart arose that I wanted to spit out more harsh words.

“And I have friends too!”

But I didn’t want to admit that I was a loner with no friends.

After the words I spat out in such a swarm, I turned around and didn’t want to see my father anymore.

I don’t know where we’re going, but let’s break up with dad for now. What to think next

“Doha!”

I hear the sound of a chair being dragged on the floor and my father’s voice calling me to stand.

And the sound of my father’s footsteps approaching to catch me.

Even if I was caught, I didn’t have anything to say, and even if I tried, nothing good would come out, so I’ll warn you with the words Dad hates the most.

“I hate you dad!!”

Ouch! The footsteps stopped with the sound of taking damage.

I’m sure he’s clutching his heart and in pain. Because my dad always did.

Even when we decided to go out to play. Even when I decided to teach you how to fly for the first time. Even on my birthday.

I stopped walking blindly out of the courtyard garden.

“Whew. The weather is so nice.”

Bright sunlight and leisurely passing clouds. In the blue sky, there was a peacefulness that seemed to have no trace of sadness.

“It’s my birthday…”

When was my birthday…

Growl.

“I’m hungry.”

Is it time to eat? Dad started the seminar in the morning, so it must have been lunchtime.

Because my belly button clock has never been wrong.

But today, strangely, I don’t want to eat at school. Everyone would group up and eat while laughing and chatting.

It’s a scene I’ve always seen, but since I heard useless advice from my dad, I couldn’t stop using it.

“Let’s eat outside.”

You should go somewhere with a nice view to eat.

“Come on!”

“Uh.”

I passed through the main gate to buy some simple food to eat, and I casually accepted the greetings from the guards who were not afraid to see me.

At first, they acted like they would start a fight just by coming close… Anyway, peace is the problem. Fell out fell out

Huh? Look look at me What is it that makes you smile and look at me?

“Are you going out today?”

A guard suddenly started talking to me.

He was a young man who had been working since last year. What was his name? Kyle…? Gail? Game?

Anyway, the important thing is that discipline has loosened in just one year, and the screw has come off.

“Tsk.”

“Eh.. Huh?”

As I passed by with a small tongue at him, I heard a panicked voice from a guard behind me.

After leaving the school gate, I arrived in front of a shabby store with a sign saying ‘break time’.

‘I have a friend too!!’

The words I shouted to my father suddenly come to mind.

At that moment, there was a face that passed by in my head, but I forced myself to do it without realizing it.

An evil demon who always walks around with a smirk.

An enemy rather than a friend. Just an enemy. It would be nice to be able to hit a few shots very coolly.

I recently made a strange gambling board. Looking closely, there were still 3rd and 4th prizes left on the display stand.

I’ve tried it a few times, but it’s been a long time since I’ve been in the middle of a long time.

“Wait. Where did the first prize go?”

In the words of the proud demon tribe, it was definitely 1/300?

The last gambling board I saw last night while taking the chocolate sora bread was slightly less than half.

Did the winner come out in the morning? No, the whole school would have been noisy.

Small gambling that has been on sale for more than 4 days is a fairly famous topic in schools.

Teachers seemed to be worried about whether they should give a warning for promoting illegal speculation, and students were busy bragging each other with winning papers, saying that they felt as good as peanuts to relieve boredom.

It was noisy all day when the 2nd and 5th prize winners came out right away.

If you ask me if I’m popular, I’ll get a question mark, but if I ask if it’s a hot topic, I feel like I’m nodding my head.

The person in question is not good at making money, but they are seeing the effect of advertising.

Anyway, the prize for first place, where the travel ticket was, was placed there, but no matter how much I looked, I couldn’t find it.

“It was quiet today.”

Even a country with no friends knows that much. Even more so, if you won first place, rumors would have already spread around the neighborhood and you would know who the winner was.

What if it hadn’t been rumored?

“Either outsider. This guy hid the prize.”

I doubted that the first prize was stolen. I have to leave the 1st prize so that the guys who are aiming for that will keep trying.

Raj is not cheap, but he smells her money.

There is no need to think about Katabuta. Can you ask the person in question?

What are you doing worrying about making your head hurt? No, why am I worrying about this in the first place?

“Come here!!”

I opened the sliding door of the stationery that was closed while shouting the demon-style greeting that Raj had taught me not too long ago.

The door, which had been slid open due to the rather strong opening, bumped into it and then came back with a rebound, but I entered the store and grabbed the sliding door with both hands to stop it.

The first thing you notice upon entering the store is the pleasant scent of flowers that lingers in your nose.

A familiar scent that is fresh and sweet, yet has a faintly earthy aftertaste.

“Do, Mr. Doha.”

And Raj, who is standing looking at me with a surprised face, and the mysterious woman sitting in front of Raj.

Long wavy hair, brown, fell down in abundance and hung down to her waist.

The woman wearing a caplin of the same color as the white one-piece dress for going out was probably older than me.

Instinctively, I had an intuition that she must be a very beautiful woman.

From where did you get it? Even a teacup on a small table. The two of them must have been having a very sweet and intimate conversation.

“Someone came here after hearing a lot of nagging… But you…”

Thinking of that, I suddenly became annoyed.

Is it today? Me making me feel bad.

That bastard standing there with a bemused face is more pissed off than the father who came to visit right away and nagged at me.

“Me, Do, Doha-nim, my words first!”

As I roll up my sleeves, a startled Raj looks at me and her woman with anxious eyes.

That woman again! Uh~ I guess you wanted to look that good?

“You’re behind me.”

She steps forward to punch her right in Raj’s face.

And the moment I stepped out of her, the woman who had been drinking her tea in her chair put her glass down.

Her thumb and forefinger held the handle of the glass in a unique way, a hand gesture I’ve seen a lot.

Ah. When her mother always held her glass she held it like that. That’s right. When I drank her tea with her mother, the scent of flowers on her mother’s body was stronger than the scent of her tea, so the tea was tasteless.

“Mom?”

A nostalgic word that suddenly came to mind.

I was startled by the words that came out of my mouth without realizing it, so I immediately covered my mouth with my hand, but I couldn’t pick up what I had already said.

The woman carefully held her dress with her fingers so that it would not snag, lifted it up slightly, and rose slowly from her seat with her graceful movements.

Raj was still looking at me and her woman with a worried face, and I fixed her gaze on the woman who was showing her back with her hand down.

“It’s still like a flame.”

A voice so soft that it suits the expression of a heavenly woman. If her voice had her looks, her voice would surely be the most beautiful in the world.

A woman turning back.

In her graceful turn, the hem of her dress fluttered gracefully.

The woman who turned around, holding Keplin lightly with her right hand to keep it from being peeled off by the rotational force, had a similar appearance to mine.

My dad always said that when I grew up I would be as pretty as my mom.

In other words, in my father’s eyes, my mother was still the prettiest and most beautiful.

“My daughter~ Did you miss her mother~?”

Siris Prius.

She is a blue dragon, my mother, the first love of the dragon lord, and the queen of the dragons.