By now, half of the 6 month long vacation had passed.
Ian had already reached the 88th day of training. The training ground was the same way as it had been on the first day.
Khuoong!
Dragon Sparto's massive spear fell to the earth.
The dirt spread out as if there was an explosion. It has been a while since this has happened, and as far as the destructive power was concerned, there was not much difference when compared with magic.
"Huh!"
Ian quickly stepped away just one beat faster than the spear before it struck. At that very moment, an order was given, which filled the air with cold energy, forming shackles of ice.
'Frozen Shackles.'
The dragon was definitely very strong and it briskly raised the spear.
From the hand holding the spear all the way to the shoulder, the dragon's entire arm was completely frozen. If it was a human, the whole body would've been frozen, however the dragon had an anti-magic innate ability and thus only one side of its body froze.
'Ice Boom.'
I'll have to let go of the goal for this moment. Before that, it was better to consume the mana from the explosion.
Ian's first purpose was to check the extent of his 'Mana consumption'.
Bobong! Bong!
The cluttered ice on the dragon's right hand exploded and scattered innumerable debris everywhere.
If it had been flesh, the explosion that Ian made would've turned them into chunks, yet despite this, the dragon Sparto's bony body was fine without a single scratch.
"Battlefield."
Its durability exceeded the common sense.
To Ian, this was a familiar sight.
He didn't even hesitate and continued to cast his magic.
His magic didn't work well, so it was time for 'weather magic'.
"Winter."
Battlefield, winter. With the recitation, the season began to change, and snow clouds started to appear in the sky, even generating cold winds.
"Ice Zone."
Ian's command didn't end there. From the tip of the cane, a wide range of cold energy was spread. The whole layer of soil on the earth became covered with ice.
"Huu…..!"
As if to represent the cold weather, Ian's breath was all over the place. Though it was spring on the outside with cherry blossoms blooming everywhere, it wasn't the case in the training ground. Winter had indeed found its way inside.
"The cold is nice."
Each mage had a different taste in martial arts.
Like the detained Helen who had flame magic, Ian had his own flavor.
Ice and cold. A stage that matched the cool taste decorated the training area. The stage of magic with a theme.
Kwah! Kwaaaaah! Kwaah!
Is this how the fish met the water?
Ian did just one hand gesture, yet a curved ice pillar popped up everywhere like a snake.
The environmental factors of winter and ice played a role in the creation of the ice pillar.
(Ice plate…… again.)
At this sight came Sparto's dissatisfied voice.
All of a sudden, the impact was absorbed. He didn't even seem to feel any kind of mental fatigue and its only weakness was that its movement was much slower on this icy road.
(I wasn't able to………. at first.)
Dragon Sparto smashed all the ice pillars that crept up all over the place. Each time the spear was swirled, the thick ice columns were broken into pieces.
Was there hail falling?
Toktok! Tok! Tok!
Ian turned his gaze towards the window.
Hail wasn't the cause for the sound.
There was a bird with very black feathers.
"Crow?"
There was a small note on the crow's leg, who was hitting the window with its beak. It looked like a professionally trained 'Communication Crow'.
'Ah, look at that.'
The 89th day since he requested an investigation using the thieves' guild.
He was told that there was something to report.
'Order of the Dragon.'
Ian walked through the window, enduring the pain, and unfolded the note that was brought by the crow outside his window.
(But a human……… like this.)
The dragon also had emotions. Not like the ups and downs of joy and anger from the Fairy Queen, but sadness and boredom were the basic emotions that it could feel. The feelings that it felt at the moment was 'wow'.
(If I knew…… I would.)
It was enough. 88 long days. Ian's opponent for the 88 days. No, being an opponent was just a word, but actually, it wasn't much different from a scarecrow. By now he knew to move, but sometimes Sparto was just like a scarecrow who wielded one arm at a time.
(I would not have……. found you.)
Without any hesitation, Dragon Sparto wielded his spear. Who would you blame now? He awoke in this situation, it was his own mistake that made such an odd flow.
(This is ………. their……… will.)
Thinking like that made him feel a little better. Perhaps loyalty to the dragon was the top priority of the household.
(Dull man. If it was me I would have already fed me.)
Meanwhile, there was a crowd watching the crash of Ian and Sparta's fight, Vanessa and Ledio and Douglas. Even the Fairy Queen was there in her human form. He saw half an elixir and a full recovery potion in the back.
(You are just disgracing your household!)
"Household? Queen. What was that?"
(Hmm? Ah, there is a thing like that. You humans can not even understand it. Don’t be interested.)
"Yeah……."
Until recently, the relationship between the Fairy Queen and Vanessa had been one of an owner and her cat. These people continued their conversation, watching the training from a protected area that was far away behind a barrier made of soil, although it was much closer than they thought.
(To put it simply, in the way that humans belonged to a state, it's the same for the body and the bones. Of course, it's the same as you dividing the ranks, since the body is also different from the bones. If I was a member of the royal family, that guy would be a slave. Slave.)
Ian had confessed the identity of the Fairy Queen to his family. Of course, as the member of the dragon household, he didn't give out such detailed information to them. He only told her that she was the queen of the fairy race and was helping him.
"Is that so. Then the queen and the one over there……."
(The boney dagger guy.)
"No. Like you…. Mr Sparto is not a monster then? Like a goblin………."
(What? I am majestic!)
"Apologies, apologies! I made a mistake…..!"
Of course, there was no other way out there yet. Only when she was with family members was she allowed to appear in a human form. This was only a temporary measure, for a well behaved Fairy Queen.
(Ah, No need. Don’t be mistaken. We haven't interacted with a human for quite a long time. There is no turning back now.)
Rather, Vanessa's words were slightly stubborn. For the Fairy Queen, only her outspoken words were authoritative, but her behaviour was not authoritative at all. Is it because of the affection that the pet cat was receiving from Vanessa?
'I felt it since I first saw, I cannot feel a spot like that. This is the first time I have come across humans like them.'