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Chapter 52 Not a princess, but a dragon

Chapter 52 Not a princess, but a dragon
"Do you have a meditation pattern?" Professor Armstrong asked in surprise, and then nodded thoughtfully, "That's right, have you learned to meditate? Otherwise, you wouldn't have so much energy."

"Well, I just learned it."

Anlos smiled.

He gently clenched his white hands on the armrests of his wheelchair, suppressing the excitement swirling in his heart and keeping his face calm.

Answer the call and give strength.

Isn't this the power of the Nightmare Lord?

As a philanthropic lord, Anlos couldn't bear to see any student harmed because of him.

[Blue Fairy's Breath] The meditation pattern cannot be used?
It's ok.

I come to replace, I come to give.

All you have to pay is just a little bit of your soul~
Anlos' pink tongue flicked between his lips, and his red lips were smeared with water.

"Anlos, are you really willing to contribute your meditation pattern?"

Seeing Anlos nodding, Professor Armstrong couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"You are really a respectable and kind-hearted gentleman. You have solved my urgent need!"

"Well, I always feel that as a professor, I am always helped by you."

Facing Armstrong's guilty look, Anlos pursed his lips and narrowed his ice-blue eyes like two crescent moons.

Inexplicably, although Anlos' smile was very cute, Professor Armstrong felt a sense of fear from the bottom of his heart.

The cool air passed over the skin like an electric shock.

".Oh, look at me! I forgot to make you tea!"

Professor Armstrong slapped his forehead.

I attributed this flash of fear to the cold and damp conditions underground.

The bell clangs.

Anlos watched as his chubby body knocked over jars, making the already messy room even more difficult to move on.

When the hot tea was placed in a teacup with a small piece of soil on the bottom and handed into Anlos's hands, Anlos saw that the tea leaves at the bottom were struggling to climb out of the teacup.

"..."

grunt.

Anlos immediately took a sip out of curiosity.

Smack, smack, smack.

He frowned slightly in confusion.

How come there is a smell of fear? Has Professor Armstrong cultivated a nightmare creature?

Anlos put down the tea cup. The tea was distorted for a moment, and the tea leaves that were constantly stretching at the bottom turned into dust.

"Um, what does your meditation pattern look like?"

Professor Armstrong rubbed his hands nervously and looked at Anlos expectantly.

Hearing this, Anlos thought in his heart.

It was impossible for him to hand over the simple fishing man he was using now. It pointed to some unknown existence, not him.

Moreover, what if all the new students succeed in meditating with this pattern and become wizards of the Nightmare School?
Then the Alice Order can retire on the spot.

There are successors.

Anlos couldn't help laughing when he thought of the cultists in a classroom.

In short.

Anlos needed to create a meditation pattern that was unique to him and directed toward himself.

"I still need to prepare some things. I'll give them to you tomorrow, okay?"

"Of course, of course!" Professor Armstrong shouted immediately.

After getting the confirmation, Armstrong finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He stood up with unbearable excitement and couldn't stop walking around the messy room and jumping over obstacles.

"Ah - you are such a good boy, Anlos!"

Armstrong looked at Anlos gratefully.

cough cough.

Stop praising. Stop praising.

If you praise me any more, I will feel uneasy with my conscience.

Anlos smiled. He raised his hand to place the tea cup on the small round table, but his arm suddenly swung in the air and half the cup of tea spilled out.

Crushed tea leaves floated in the overflowing water, swirling leisurely.

"."

Professor Armstrong was stunned.

For a moment, he subconsciously thought that Anlos was dissatisfied, so he nervously shrank his shoulders and looked at Anros.

Professor Armstrong failed to capture any emotion on the boy's pale face.

If it weren't for the rising and falling of his chest, it would be like a delicate and beautiful porcelain doll displayed in the window.

For some reason, Anlos' eyes at this moment reminded Armstrong of Principal Gabriel.

It's also a kind of indifference that is commonplace.

"Sorry, my hand slipped."

Anlos looked up and raised a smile.

Suddenly, the face became vivid and vivid, and the stagnant atmosphere around him melted like ice and snow.

Two seconds later, the slow Professor Armstrong finally reacted and shouted in annoyance:
"Goddess of Destiny, how could I be so stupid! I really lost my mind today!"

Wasn't Anros dissatisfied with him - or rather, how could this kind-hearted boy have such feelings?
The tea was spilled just because Anlos' body couldn't hold it any longer!
The little wizards who were shocked all lay in the infirmary and fell asleep.

What's more, Anlos, who was already in poor health, resisted the invasion of nightmares!
Finally figuring it out, Armstrong hurriedly grabbed Anlos' wheelchair and pushed him out.

Fortunately, the ground on the underground floor was fairly flat and not covered with vines.

Otherwise, at this speed, Anlos would probably even be able to squeeze out the gastric juice at this time.

"Hoo, ho--!"

Professor Armstrong pushed Anlos to the door of the Wizarding Academy, panting.

"Thank you, Professor Armstrong."

Anros smiled reluctantly, his face looking paler than at the beginning.

Although he was very grateful to them for pushing his wheelchair, Anlos still couldn't help but want to complain——

A wheelchair is a means of transportation, not a means of transportation!
Don't push him like a carriage!
At this time, a classmate stepped forward and took the initiative to take Anlos' wheelchair.

"Thank you, we must send Anlos back to the dormitory as soon as possible!"

Professor Armstrong solemnly enjoined.

The classmate was stunned.

Looking down, he saw Anlos' pale and weak face, as if he was about to faint in the next second.

As a result, his expression gradually changed from confusion to solemnity, and he realized the great responsibility, and understood that he was holding the empire's delicate new star in his hands.

There must be no mistakes.

Under Professor Armstrong's worried gaze, the classmate puffed up his chest and pushed Anlos quickly towards the dormitory, passing among the students.

...That doesn't have to be the case.

Inexplicably, Anlos felt a sense of déjà vu as a prince escorting a princess.

but.

He is not some delicate princess.

Rather, it is a ferocious and terrifying "evil dragon".

Go back to your room.

After Anlos changed his clothes, he fell on the bed exhausted, and sleepiness immediately spread over him.

...It seems like every time, I push my body to the limit.

Anros laughed and thought drowsily.

Closing his eyes, his consciousness slipped into the abyss, passed through the membrane between dimensions, and came to the nightmare.

Anros slowly opened his eyes.

His gaze met the corner of the wall, a pair of emerald green eyes filled with resentment and fear.