I’ve decided to drop the translation of this novel. I’ve unlocked all the remaining chapters, so if you see anything still locked, please tell me in the comments or in the Discord group. I won’t delete the chapters. If any translator wants to pick it up from where I stopped, you’re welcome to do so.
DMHS 30
by BIBIDespite to his worries about Lucien not paying attention, he was focused, taking notes.
After that, Gavin continued his lecture on ancient civilization.
The content was easy for Kian, but with the help of drawings and pictures, it was interesting enough.
“That will be all for today. Tomorrow we will study the lineage of the Gold Dragon, guardian of the Celestia Kingdom.”
As soon as class ended, the princess ran up to Kian.
“Do you want to go eat fruit skewers?”
Considering the nanny waiting by the door, it was quite a bold offer. Lucien reacted quickly to her words.
“Do you know where they sell them?”
“Of course. In the 4th District, the place called ‘True Original Grandma’s Fruit Skewers’ is the best.”
“Original Grandma?”
“No! Do not mistake it. Original Grandma’s is not the original. Nor is Real-Real Grandma’s. Only True Original Grandma’s is the original fruit skewer shop. If you are interested, I can guide you.”
“I am interested.”
“Then let’s go.”
Once Gavin left, the princess opened the window.
‘This is the second floor…’
Her body vanished as she jumped out. Startled, Kian saw her move onto a branch brushing against the window.
She climbed down with practiced ease.
“You two come down as well.”
Lucien fearlessly stretched his foot out the window.
Kian grabbed his arm in alarm.
“Have you ever climbed a tree before?”
“No.”
“Have you ever jumped from the second floor?”
“There is no second floor.”
Kian scooped Lucien up, one arm under his shoulders and the other under his knees.
“Hold on tight to my neck just in case.”
Lucien wrapped his arms around Kian’s neck.
Standing on the window ledge, Kian checked his surroundings and jumped down without hesitation.
Thud.
The grass bent and sank, making no other sound. The princess’s eyes shone with interest.
“How did you do that?”
“If you learn swordsmanship, Your Highness, you can do it too.”
Her gaze quickly dulled.
“Swordsmanship? Handing me a sword only to forbid me to swing it? I’d rather just climb trees.”
She gathered her skirt and gestured.
“The nanny will soon notice we are gone. We need to hurry.”
Kian and Lucien followed her. They slipped through narrow alleys and climbed over walls.
The shop the princess mentioned was in the heart of the 4th District. Fortunately, the line was not long.
“I’ll have the basic fruit skewer. What about you two?”
Looking at the menu, Kian realized he had not brought money. Cold sweat ran down his back.
‘Did you bring money?’
When Kian whispered, Lucien answered proudly.
‘No.’
He told the princess their situation.
“But we don’t have money.”
She frowned.
“Why suggest eating skewers if you don’t have money?”
“I didn’t think about it.”
“My allowance is already tight this month…”
Sighing, she opened her coin purse.
Kian wanted to crawl into a hole. His face burned with embarrassment. After checking her money, the princess spoke with pride.
“I don’t usually buy for others, but I’ll buy for you two specially.”
“No. I will buy for my mate. Put both skewers on my tab.”
Keeping yesterday’s promise, Lucien declared he would pay for Kian’s.
The princess smirked.
“Do you know how much I’ll charge? I’ll add plenty of interest.”
“Do as you like. I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Really? Then instead of money, I’ll take a wish ticket. Whatever I ask, you must grant it.”
“Fine.”
When she came back with three skewers, she made Lucien confirm it several times.
“You’re sure? A dragon who protects the kingdom can’t go back on his word later.”
“I won’t.”
Satisfied, she handed Lucien two skewers. He passed one to Kian.
“I promised yesterday. Eat.”
Kian looked back and forth between them.
‘The way they talk, their mental age must be about the same.’
If he said it out loud, both would be offended, thinking, ‘You’re saying I’m like that one?’
“Thank you for the food.”
The three of them ate fruit skewers on the way back to the palace. The nanny was waiting for the princess at the back gate.
“You’re back, Your Highness?”
Her unusually gentle voice made the princess wary.
“Ugh. Don’t talk with that nice voice. If you’re angry I ran away, show it.”
“No, this time you didn’t run. You left a note saying you’d just go eat skewers and return quickly.”
Her sharp eyes turned to Kian.
“I didn’t think we had a traitor among us.”
Kian whistled and looked away. As she guessed, he had left a note on the desk before they left.
‘The nanny deserves to know where you’re going.’
The princess was led away by the nanny.
“Anyway, see you tomorrow.”
Lucien also left for the palace clinic.
“I’ll stop by the doctor first.”
When Kian returned alone to Freesia Palace, Ibrahim was waiting.
“Here are the materials you asked for yesterday. These are all that can be accessed with B1 clearance. There’s less about dragons than I thought.”
“Thank you.”
Kian went into the study next to his room and checked the documents.
Dragon: A race that lives in the ‘Dragon World.’ Said to be named Gold Dragon, Black Dragon, Red Dragon, etc. depending on body color.
That was all the description. Perhaps embarrassed to bring only this, Ibrahim had attached related documents.
The next page described the Gold Dragons. Dragons with golden bodies. Descendants of the first hero “Hellenos,” appointed by the Goddess to guard the kingdom.
(However, how they actually guard the kingdom is unknown. Since they show indifference toward any life other than their mates, whether they truly protect the kingdom in crisis is doubtful.)
The text in parentheses had been crossed out. Kian nodded at the page in his hand.
‘I think the same.’
The next section was on Hellenos. Kian skimmed it with disinterest. Only one page remained.
Dragon Lord: The being said to have created the Dragon Realm. Possesses the power of creation, able to perform miracles like magic without using mana.
Kian’s eyes stopped on the last line.
‘Without using mana…’
Lucien’s body held only a small amount of mana. Lucien had put out the candles without moving mana.
That was why Kian had asked Ibrahim for documents about dragons. He wondered if, in old records, there might be descriptions of dragons unrelated to mana.
‘But the Dragon Lord is like the Goddess of our world. There’s no way he could be connected to that kid.’
Kian burned all the documents, having gained nothing.
That night, after taking a shower, Lucien’s body grew large again.
“What happened?”
“As you see.”
Lucien smiled and came toward the bed. Kian laughed at the absurd situation.
‘Becoming an adult only at night. Even the cheap erotic novels sold in the market wouldn’t use such a setup.’
He looked up at Lucien standing by the bed. In the soft light, his hair shone like starlight. His, which looked like the sea, slowly closer.
Lucien bent down and brushed his thumb across Kian’s lips.
The sticky cream on his thumb smeared onto Kian’s mouth.
“What is this?”
“Ointment from the doctor.”
“The swelling went down around noon. They’re fine now.”
“Exactly.”
When Kian looked up, he saw Lucien’s eyes curved in a smile. His gaze glistened with sticky happiness, as if honey was spread over them.
“Putting it on in advance. Then they’ll be fine tomorrow morning too.”
Peck.
Lucien’s lips touched his lightly and pulled away.
“Was what I bought tasty?”
“The fruit skewers…”
Kian couldn’t finish with “they’re tasty.” Before he could, Lucien kissed him again.
A tongue slipped through his lips he had slightly parted to answer.
Like he was applying medicine, Lucien’s tongue swept over his palate before pulling back.
“So, how were the fruit skewers?”
Lucien’s eyes curved prettily as he smiled again. When he was a boy, that smile looked pure. With his grown body now, it felt a little obscene.
Feeling himself being drawn in, Kian shifted his gaze sideways.
“I already liked them. They’re a specialty of the capital.”
“But it was the first time I bought them for you. Has anyone else bought them before me?”
Though his tone was light, his fingers brushing back his hair carried a subtle obsession.
‘He really is a kid.’
Kian clicked his tongue inwardo and gave the right answer.
“No one but you, Lord Lucien.”
But Lucien’s eyes had already dimmed.
“You answered too slow.”
“…I answered right away.”
“What about besides skewers? Surely someone bought you other tasty things. Anyone with eyes would have been desperate to tempt you.”

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