One Thousand Two Hundred and Ninety-Seven Mood... Sylvia's Past...

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'Ansari State Dragon Riding Academy', 7th Dragon House…

In the dragon room that belonged to Lancelot, Lancelot, who was covered in silver and white fur, was lying on the floor, with his dragon's mouth open, eating a piece of extra-large beef placed in front of him. The speed at which it eats and the faintly pleasing sound of the dragon's roar is clearly in a good mood.

Sylvia in uniform stood beside Lancelot, wiping its body while watching it eat happily, but her heart was full of bitterness.

Lancelot is not a particularly greedy dragon, and he rarely shows a particularly good mood because he can eat delicious food. As the owner of Lancelot, Sylvia It couldn't be clearer.

However, recently, Lancelot showed a particularly happy mood every time he ate, and he also seemed particularly anticipation and impatience when waiting for the meal time. After the meal time, he was in a very good mood.

In addition, with this happy mood, when I practiced dragon riding skills with Sylvia, I also showed a result that was much better than usual.

All thanks to the food that Lancelot loved so much.

And these foods are cooked by Wu Yan himself...

Since eating Wuyan's cooking once, Lancelot has completely fallen in love with Wuyan's cooking. And showed an unprecedented desire to pursue.

Now Lancelot will leave the seventh dragon house without authorization almost every day when it is time to eat. When he comes back again, there will be an extra piece of fragrant food in his mouth, and he will return to his own dragon room. I ate happily.

Long Ding of the seventh dragon house did not know where Lancelot left the seventh dragon house without authorization and where the food came from, but they were happy to see that Lancelot left without causing any trouble. Leisurely, let it go.

Only Sylvia knows that since the first time she ate the food Wu Yan made. Every time Lancelot left the dragon room without authorization, he was looking for Silent. The food it brought back was also made by Wuyan!

Not only Lancelot, but also Guvlin, who was tamed by Wuyan, would leave the dragon room without authorization when it was time to eat. Go to Silent. Ask for food.

in other words.

Almost 50% of Lancelot's growth during this period must be attributed to the food Wuyan made!

Thinking of this, Sylvia's mood became sad for a while.

Own. Lost to him in another place...

Moreover, even his own 'Pal' has been taken care of by him, and his growth also has his credit...

He is really good...

Compared with him, he is really like a child...

Recalling how she recklessly challenged the rampant dragon in order to prove her ability to ride someone else's 'Pal' a while ago and was slapped silently, Sylvia unconsciously touched her with one hand. His face, as if there was still a dull pain there.

Sylvia is actually very clear that she really has no talent.

It's not that I don't have the talent to ride other people's 'Par', but that I don't even have the talent to be a 'Dragon Breeder'!

The state of the Knights of Loreamont stipulates that when citizens reach the age of seven, they must go to the 'Abion Forest' to perform the 'Infant Ritual', and let the Mother of Dragons conduct an appraisal to determine whether they have the talent of 'Dragon Breeder'.

If there is, the person will get the young child entrusted by the mother of dragons, get the 'star carving', and become a 'dragon cultivator'!

If not, then the Mother of Dragons won't even appear in front of this person's eyes, and the person can only leave the stage sadly...

Logically speaking, Sylvia who got Lancelot is sure to have the talent of 'Dragon Breeder', but only Sylvia knows that in the 'Ritual of Infancy' at the age of seven, in fact, , she lost...

And the reason why she was able to get Lancelot and become a 'Dragon Breeder' was just because someone helped her...

Sylvia couldn't help but start to recall the conversation she had when she met "him" when she was seven years old...

...

"Why are you so persistent in wanting to be a 'Dragon Breeder'?"

"Uuuu...because...because...I have to have my own 'Pal'..."

"why?…"

"Because...because...I want to be a great knight..."

"Knight...?"

"But... But, I lost the election. The Mother of Dragons didn't entrust me with the baby. I failed the expectations of the father and the royal sisters... I can't become a great knight... I... I... woo woo woo …”

"Hey... Okay, stop crying..."

"Woooooooo..."

"Okay, don't cry, don't you want 'Pal'? I'll send you a head office?!"

"Send... send me one?..."

In the dimly lit forest, 'he' pressed a wonderful ball of light into the body of Sylvia, who was only seven years old. At that moment, Sylvia felt that there seemed to be some kind of change in her body. .

Immediately, a 'star carving' appeared on Sylvia's body...

"I... I have 'Pal'?..."

"Well, 'Pal' is for you, so stop crying, you know?…"

"But...but is this good?..."

"Well, this thing is of no use to me anyway, and I don't need it very much. I'll give it to you if you need it. Okay, I'm leaving, don't cry anymore..."

"Wait...wait! Big brother! What's your name!"

"Me? My name is..."

...

"Speechless..."

Subconsciously, Sylvia murmured and called out the name that was quite hard to remember, and then thought of her own performance, her beautiful eyes were full of heartbreaking slumps, and she even laughed at herself.

"If Big Brother sees me now, I'll be very disappointed, right?"

Sylvia who said so even had an extreme idea.

If at that time, 'he' entrusted Lancelot to others, then Lancelot should be better than being by his side? …

Maybe, even better than when I was by my side, that's not necessarily true...

After all, you don't have the talent to be a 'Dragon Breeder', do you? …

This idea has just risen, and a familiar voice, which is also quite assiduous in another aspect, resounds coldly in Sylvia's heart.

‘No matter what kind of dragon you ride, you don’t enjoy watching your dragon grow, don’t you understand? …’

'If you really want to become stronger, then the dragon in your eyes only needs Lancelot, it is the basis for you to become stronger! ’

'And if what you mean by becoming stronger is just chasing the bottom line and proving that you have the talent that others can have as well as you, then I advise you to give up early and be your princess obediently...'

The icy voice poured on Sylvia's heart like a plate of cold water, pouring her into the extreme as if she was awakened, and suddenly came back to her senses.

"No, no! You can't think like that!" Sylvia quickly shook her head, took a deep breath, and eliminated the distracting thoughts in her heart.

"He's right, I only need Lancelot, and I only need Lancelot in my eyes, it's the basis for me to become stronger, not to prove that I have a 'Dragon Breeder' Talent!"

"Get stronger! You must get stronger!" Sylvia's originally dull eyes lit up with fire, and she clenched her hands tightly.

"Entrust Lancelot to me in order to live up to the big brother! I must become stronger!"

"Boom!"

Just when Sylvia's heart rekindled her fighting spirit, a thunderous bang suddenly came from the sky outside!

"ah!!!"

The sudden sound of thunder frightened Sylvia, who had just had a firm face on her face, and broke her majestic image. Like a timid little girl, she covered her ears and squatted down trembling.

Although it is hard to imagine, the famous 'Princess Blue Ice' is indeed afraid of thunder...

"Roar!!!"

But when Sylvia squatted down in fear, Lancelot stood up abruptly and let out a huge roar full of hostility towards the window.

As if, like seeing a moth!

It was only then that she raised her head tremblingly and looked out the window, Sylvia found out that outside, the sky that had been clear for thousands of miles just a second ago was covered with a thick layer, revealing a strong sense of ominousness. Dark clouds, pitch black, make it hard to imagine.

"Then... what is that?..."

Looking at the sky covered with ominous dark clouds and the viscous discomfort that pervaded the air like a rotten, stinky swamp, Sylvia's icy blue eyes trembled, and a touch of unease appeared in her heart... (To be continued..)