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Indeed, that's what Yarrow thought too. Besides, his power came from Zephyr in the first place, so asking her might provide a way to control it.

But...

Would she agree to help him if he asked?

Returning home, Yarrow headed upstairs and stood in front of Zephyr's door.

He raised his hand and knocked. After a moment, the silver dragon's lazy voice drifted from inside.

"What?"

"It's me, Yarrow. I have something to ask you."

"Hmm."

With permission granted, he opened the door and entered the room.

Inside, Zephyr was lounging on her side on the bed, surrounded by books, bags of cookies, and fruit candies. She was reading a novel while munching on snacks, her dragon tail swaying behind her.

Zephyr had helped with the previous commission, so after settling the reward, Yarrow bought her several popular novels and the latest pastries from the confectionery shop. As a result, Zephyr had barely left her room for the past two days, holing up to read and eat.

"Your room is a mess..." Yarrow frowned, looking at the wrappers scattered on the floor.

"Then clean it up. What's the point of just standing there and complaining?" Zephyr said blankly.

"Tch, this lazy dragon," Yarrow grumbled inwardly. But since he needed her help, he picked up the trash, put it in a bin, and took it out.

As soon as he finished cleaning and returned to the room, several pieces of clothing were thrown at him.

"Take these to be washed too," Zephyr said.

"You-" Yarrow pinched a small, pale blue, lace-trimmed pair of underwear between two fingers.

"Wash your own underwear, you lazy dragon!"

"Having you wash my clothes is a favor, so be grateful," Zephyr said, flipping over to a more languid prone position.

"Tsk."

Yarrow tossed the clothes aside, pulled up a chair, and sat by the bed.

After the previous incident, their relationship seemed to have improved, and they weren't as reserved as before.

"Zephyr, I have something to ask you."

"What?" Zephyr didn't even turn her head.

"How did you dragons learn to control your powers in the beginning?"

Zephyr finally turned her face, looking at him with raised eyebrows.

"Why are you asking this?"

"Just academic research. You know I've been studying magical theory lately, and there are questions about this," Yarrow said, carefully choosing his words.

"Since dragons are born with powerful magical abilities, how do you control such immense power at such a young age and prevent it from going out of control?"

"Don't imagine dragons are like you humans. We have extremely high spiritual awareness from birth, unlike human infants who only know how to eat," Zephyr said.

"But there must be a learning stage, right? Mastering your own power? Studying magic? How did you experience these things?" Yarrow continued.

"That kind of thing is learned naturally. As the most powerful race, we encounter many self-righteous adventurers. After dealing with them a few times and getting used to using magic, you'll learn everything," Zephyr said.

"Isn't there any detail in between?"

"What details do you need? The magical talent we dragons possess is beyond your human imagination," Zephyr huffed proudly.

Yarrow leaned back in his chair, disappointed.

Indeed, dragons, a race born with terrifying power and a long lifespan, would not have any trouble controlling their power. They would master it independently over their long lives.

But he was different. He didn't have centuries to adapt. The entrance exam was less than three months away. If he couldn't learn to control his magic in that time, he would either have to give up on entering the academy or be captured and dissected on the exam site.

What to do? Should he just give up on entering the academy? He already had such powerful abilities, so spending a few more years studying independently would still allow him to become a powerful archmage in the future.

Just as he was struggling, Zephyr glared at him, dissatisfied.

"Hey, what's wrong with you today? You come to ask me about dragons, and then you put on a dead face after I answer."

Yarrow looked at her, his mind turned over, and he said directly, "Zephyr, actually, I have a terminal illness."

Zephyr's face stiffened, her lips parted slightly as she stared at him.

"Your... Your mental illness has finally been diagnosed?"

"Yes, Selena just told me... No, where did I get a mental illness?" Yarrow looked at her speechlessly.

"Then what is it?"

"It's magical instability and rampage syndrome. People with this disease are prone to exploding and dying because they can't control their magic."

This time, he truly saw a look of panic on Zephyr's face. The silver dragon actually sat up in bed.

"You're going to explode and die at any moment?" Zephyr said in disbelief.

"Yeah," Yarrow nodded heavily.

"Then stay away from me. What if I get blown up by accident?"

"Do you have any sympathy at all!"

Yarrow couldn't help but jump up, pointing at the silver dragon in front of him.

"Let me tell you, Zephyr, if I die, you'll never be able to turn back into a dragon!"

"It doesn't matter. I suddenly think being human is pretty good," Zephyr lay back down, picked up a cookie, and put it in her mouth.

"A human body is small, and one cookie can last so long. If I turned back into a dragon, throwing the whole bag into my mouth wouldn't even leave a taste, and I'd always have to fight with those ungrateful adventurers."

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"Hey, don't start slacking off at a time like this..." Yarrow said, covering his forehead.

"Besides..." Zephyr turned her head, looked at him, and chuckled with a smirk, "Maybe, if you die, the spell will automatically be released."

"I'm telling you, absolutely not," Yarrow said firmly.

"Tch," Zephyr snorted.

Yarrow sighed, his tone softening after all:

"Please, Zephyr-sama, teach me a dragon secret technique. I will be grateful to you for the rest of my life."

Zephyr pursed her lips, her eyes darted around twice, and she curled up the corner of her mouth.

She sat up, raised her chin, and looked at Yarrow.

"Okay, I'll help you this once,"

She raised her arm and grabbed at the air. In a flash of light, an old, tattered book appeared in her hand.

"This is a dragon secret technique that can adjust your own magical state in a short period of time, and it's no problem to solve the symptoms you mentioned."

"Thank you so much, Zephyr-sama."

Yarrow reached out to take it, but Zephyr raised her hand and dodged.

"You need to give me a reason why I should give it to you."

Yarrow raised his head and thought for two seconds: "I'll offer you more sweets,"

"I don't want sweets this time," Zephyr said.

"Then you..."

"I want your dignity."

Zephyr moved her body, raised her slender, fair left leg towards him, and wiggled her delicate, white, jade-like toes at him.

"If you lick my foot once, I'll give you this secret technique."

Zephyr watched Yarrow with great satisfaction.

This was the way the villains humiliated the protagonist that she had just seen in a book. She had already made Yarrow disgusted by licking her sweat twice before, and this time, making him do such a shameful thing would definitely humiliate him severely.

She couldn't wait to see the pained expression on his face after his self-esteem was trampled!

Just as Zephyr was thinking this, her foot was suddenly grabbed, and then a harsh lick ran from her heel to between her toes.

Yarrow shook off the little foot, wiped his mouth, and held out his hand to her.

"I'm done licking, give me the secret technique."

Zephyr stared at him blankly, the moisture and strange sensation from the sole of her foot constantly stimulating her brain, making her face feel like it was burning.

"Holy dragon, you really licked it!!"