“Hmm~?” Just as Emilia was talking to Mo Li, a soft, lazy voice came from the bed.
“Ugh, who’s talking…?” The red-haired dragon girl yawned lazily, her eyes half-closed.
“Apologies, Mentor.
We’re your students.
We knocked, but when there was no response, we assumed no one was inside.
We entered without your permission and disturbed your rest.
We’re truly sorry.” Emilia gave a graceful yet humble royal bow.
“It’s fine… I remember I hung a sign on the door that said, ‘If you need something, just come in and wake me up.’ Didn’t you see it?” The red-haired dragon girl tilted her head, her eyes still not fully open, her face full of sleepy fatigue.
“Did you? Maybe we just missed it.”
“Are you talking about the sign written in red paint, with a bunch of blotches from corrected typos?” Mo Li, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke up.
“Eh?” The red-haired dragon girl looked at Mo Li in confusion.
“How do you know that?”
Mo Li pointed at her—more precisely, at her chest.
She looked down and saw the sign hanging right there on her chest.
“Oh, oops.
I was so tired after writing it that I forgot to hang it up and just fell asleep.” She rubbed her sleepy eyes.
So you just hung it around your own neck?? Mo Li’s mouth twitched.
How tired do you have to be to fall asleep while writing a sign? There were so many things wrong with this that he didn’t even know where to start.
At first, he was worried this dragon might be a threat to his secret identity, but now it seemed there was no need.
She looked like a total airhead—not the sharpest tool in the shed.
“You two, are you my assigned team members?” She stretched with a long yawn, took the sign off her neck, and looked over the two of them.
“Yes.”
“But I remember I was only assigned two members.
Why is there an extra one?”
“Extra one?”
“One of the team members already reported to me.” She shrugged, completely unfazed by Mo Li’s presence.
She threw off the covers and got out of bed, her long, slender legs wrapped in alluring black stockings, her narrow feet lazily slipping into slippers.
So this team was only supposed to have two people? Mo Li remembered Pan Lin saying that the students from the Holy See were split into eighteen groups.
He was in the last group, probably because he was one of the extras, so they just tacked him on at the end.
“With you two, that makes three.
But I was only assigned two.” The red-haired dragon girl held up three fingers, explaining slowly with half-lidded eyes, like she was still half-asleep.
“Yes, Mentor.
Due to a last-minute change, I, originally a member of Group Seventeen, was reassigned under your supervision.”
“Oh, I see.” She nodded, not questioning it, but rubbed her forehead with a troubled look.
“What a pain.
More work again.”
“……” So, is this lazy dragon girl really reliable? Mo Li couldn’t help but wonder.
This is a formal mentor at Lanyin Academy? She acts like this is all just a joke.
“Well, I guess I should introduce myself.
I’m Xing Luo.
As you can see, I’m a dragon.” Xing Luo yawned again, then stared wide-eyed at Mo Li and Emilia.
That’s it? That’s the whole intro??
“Ahem, I’m…” Seeing no one else speaking, Mo Li tried to break the awkward silence with his own introduction.
“You’re Mo Li, from the Viscounty of Minster in the Holy See, heir to the County of Norma, right?” Before he could finish, Xing Luo cut in with her lazy, unfocused eyes.
“Eh?…”
“I did my homework before coming.
I remember your names and profiles.
As for the extra one, I’ll know once the updated files arrive tomorrow.”
“Uh.” Mo Li rubbed his nose.
Damn, the way she said that made me sound like a total amateur.
“Anyway, that’s the situation.
Once the last team member arrives, you can all introduce yourselves and get to know each other.” Xing Luo didn’t move, but her tail reached over to the nightstand and pulled her clothes over.
She slowly started getting dressed.
Mo Li stared at her tail the whole time, until Emilia gave him a discreet little kick.
Staring at someone’s unusual features is rude and leaves a bad impression—she was probably trying to say that.
Mo Li scratched his head.
Honestly, he wasn’t curious about her tail.
He was just amazed it could be used like that.
If it were him, he’d have a hard time doing the same.
He had poor control over his own tail—he could trip over it just walking.
“It’s fine.
Anyone would be curious about something they don’t have.” Xing Luo had clearly noticed their little exchange, but being the laid-back type, she didn’t care.
“Mentor, may I ask what kind of dragon you are?”
“Oh? You interested in that?” Xing Luo raised an eyebrow.
“Yes, I’m a dragonologist.
I have a bit of interest in dragonkind… If that’s offensive, just pretend I didn’t ask.” Mo Li explained, also clearing up Emilia’s unspoken question.
“It’s not a secret.
As a mentor, I do have a duty to answer students’ questions.
I just worry you won’t understand even if I tell you.” Xing Luo paused.
“I’m a Volcano Dragon.
You know, the kind that sleeps next to lava all year round.”
Ah, no wonder she’s so sleepy—it’s a racial trait.
Wait, so she’s a geographic dragon?
“Ohh, I see.
So, are there many of your kind at Lanyin Academy?” Mo Li tried to probe for more info about the dragon population at the academy.
“Dragons, huh?” Xing Luo tilted her head, thinking.
“Not many.”
“Oh.” Good, not many dragons.
Mo Li let out a breath of relief.
“Yeah, not many among the staff.
But among the students, there are quite a few dragon students.” Xing Luo added slowly.
Mo Li’s heart skipped a beat.
He cautiously asked, “Dragons don’t really seem like the type to enjoy school, right?”
“Probably not.
I don’t like school, and I like teaching even less… I’d rather sleep than do any of this.”
“…If I may ask, then why did you come to Lanyin Academy to teach?”
“Had no choice.
The young lady is studying here.
I had to come keep an eye on her.
Can’t just freeload, so I picked up a job.”
“Young lady?…” Mo Li had a bad feeling.
“Yeah.
You’ve heard of the White Feathered Dragons, right?” Xing Luo said with a blank expression.
