Chapter 18 - 18

Conversations of Adulthood 18: 18.

Conversations of Adulthood When Fisher returned to the carriage to look for Mier, Lar was chattering nonstop, tugging at the new little dragon Qiu’er.

“Can Northern Branch Tribe kids have honey at night?

I mean, more honey than a finger’s length…

My mom won’t let me have honey at night, she says my teeth will rot, but how could a dragon’s teeth rot?”

The little dragon was somewhat afraid, not quite comfortable with the lively Lar, so he remained silent, shrinking into himself and leaning towards the corner of the room, not interested in dealing with this annoying Dragon-man kin.

“Lord Fisher…

is there something you need?”

Mier was kneeling on the floor, making the bed for the newcomer, but when she turned around, she saw Fisher opening the door and stood up to ask.

Aside from Lar, she probably had the best senses towards Fisher.

Fasher, Kexier, and even Lord Raphael, like her, were somewhat wary of Fisher, remaining silent whenever he appeared, as if she and Lar were two extremes.

“Lord Raphael’s body is showing some symptoms I don’t quite understand.

Come with me to take a look.”

“I’m coming too; Lord Raphael will definitely want to see me because he’ll get better when he sees me!”

Lar lifted his blue claws, excited to go along with Fisher.

But before they got far, Kexier caught him,

“Don’t cause trouble, Lar; you might as well keep asking about the honey here…”

“But he doesn’t talk, it’s so boring!”

Watching the carriage get noisy again behind her, Mier smiled helplessly and followed Fisher out of the carriage.

Only when they stepped out did she hesitate to speak up,

“Sorry, Lord Fisher, Lar has just been in the cage for too long…

If you don’t like it, I’ll ask him to be quiet…”

After all, Mier was the eldest among the few dragons and was more mature compared to the other naive Dragon-people, considering things more comprehensively.

“It’s fine; she hasn’t done anything wrong.”

Fisher’s pace did not stop; he certainly didn’t care about the noisy little dragon Lar.

During his university days when he was tutoring, he had met children ten times more troublesome than Lar, which had trained his patience.

It was a commendable quality.

Mier followed behind, looking at Fisher’s back, and just as she thought, this Human was different.

She smiled silently to herself and followed Fisher into the room upstairs at the inn.

As soon as she entered, she was blinded by the steam filling the room, and it took a moment for her eyes to adjust before she could see Lord Raphael lying weakly on the bed.

“Lord Raphael!”

Mier hurried over and reached out to touch her skin.

When she touched the scalding scale on her arm, she quickly pulled her hand back.

“Mier…”

Lord Raphael’s voice was listless, making Fisher wonder if she was ill.

He remembered Lord Raphael had said before, “Dragon-people don’t get sick like Humans,” yet now she seemed to have proven herself wrong.

“Is she sick?

She has been off since earlier.”

Mier sighed and said to Fisher,

“No, Lord Raphael is coming of age; these are signs that she’s about to reach her full maturity…

I went through it too, it’s not a serious issue, she should complete it within a couple of weeks.

Once she comes of age, Lord Raphael’s power will be even greater, it’s just a pity that she cannot have the tail-fitting ceremony in the tribe…”

“Tail-fitting ceremony?”

“Ah…

because the chance to find a partner is greatest when one has just come of age, the tribe holds a banquet to facilitate better tail-matching.”

As she spoke, Mier reached up to brush aside the yellow bangs on her forehead, and Fisher caught a glimpse of a small upward-curving horn.

“This is the symbol of maturity for Dragon-people and the source of our power.

The larger the horn’s ‘Magic Circuit,’ the stronger it becomes; it’s just unfortunate that I’m quite timid, so my horn is small…”

Fisher looked at the small Dragon Horn on her forehead; he had never seen such a feature before, which intrigued him.

He looked extra serious and all of a sudden asked Mier,

“May I touch your horn?”

“Bu…

wha-wha-what?”

Mier’s face turned a shade of red, perhaps thinking of something; within Dragon-man Species, it was usually only close friends and tail-matching partners who would touch each other’s horns with their own, but it seemed that Lord Fisher had no idea about this custom…

And besides, he probably didn’t mean it that way…

With her yellow tail flicking, Mier looked at Fisher’s serious expression and hesitated for a moment before nodding softly in agreement.

“Sure, it’s possible, but if it’s not with a horn, you can’t touch it…”

“Hmm?”

Fisher reached out to touch the horn that was emitting a faint glow, and to his surprise, his hand passed right through the little horn as though it were air—an astonishing spectacle that immediately piqued his curiosity.

“Wait…” He suddenly thought of something and picked up the handcane beside him.

After the handcane lit up with a faint light, he extended it toward the horn.

This time, the illuminated handcane actually touched the seemingly illusory little horn, causing Mier’s face to instantly turn crimson, and she awkwardly stepped back, sitting down on the ground.

“Hey, hey, hey…

why…

can it be touched?”

Could it be…

Could it be that the handcane is made of a Dragon-man Species’ horn?

“As I suspected…

The Dragon-man Species’ horn is actually the physical manifestation of a Magic Circuit.

After a Dragon-man reaches adulthood, the Magic Circuit will grow again, but since there’s no more space inside the body, it forms outside, becoming the tangible manifestation of the Magic Circuit, which is the Dragon Horn.”

Fisher seemed to have uncovered something incredible.

He put the handcane away, and the Completion Manual over his chest warmed slightly, reminding him of the progress in his re

Ah, ah, ah, ah??

Why…

What were Lord Fisher and Lord Rafael doing in the room before??

Wait, wait, wait…

Could it be that Lord Fisher is interested in the Dragon-man?

Mier turned to look at Fisher beside her, a vague guess forming in her heart.

No wonder he bought us…

it’s the first time I’ve heard of a Human with such a fetish.

But Shel and Fasher are still so young, and I too have already…

She pursed her lips, and her body also began to emit steam slowly, just like Rafael, only much less in quantity and temperature.

“What to do…

Should I tell Lord Fisher that it’s impossible for the Dragon-man Species to do that kind of thing before reaching adulthood?”

“But if that’s the case, only I am of age…

wouldn’t that mean Lord Fisher could only turn to me?”

“But I already have a tail-matching partner, right?”

“But if it’s for Lar and the others’ sake…”

Fisher nodded, now that he confirmed Rafael wasn’t sick, he felt relieved.

Given Rafael’s physical condition, further research was impossible, so he might as well study Mier’s horn—the only adult specimen.

He spoke to Mier without thinking,

“Mier, could you…

hmm?”

He then saw the Yellow Dragon People next to him emitting steam like Rafael, her whole face unnaturally flushed, her gaze trembling as though about to brim with water.

“No…

we can’t do that kind of thing…

Lord Fisher…

I…

I have already…”

Watching Fisher extend his palm, Mier sat back hazily, stumbling backward while speaking words of refusal, yet she seemed utterly defenseless.

As she had said, among all the sisters, she was the most timid, but even so, she couldn’t help but say to Fisher,

“Sorry…

They haven’t reached adulthood yet, so they can’t do that sort of thing…

but…

but I already have a tail-matching partner, so…

I am sorry, Lord Fisher…”

Fisher’s expressionless face stiffened slightly, and the room fell back into silence with only the fragrant steam of the Dragon-man filling the air.

Two maids walked past the door, covering their mouths and whispering to each other,

“Did you hear?

That gentleman took two ladies into his room and hasn’t come out yet, and there’s smoke coming from the room.”

“Ah, young gentlemen are certainly like that…”

“Hahaha.”