I am Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes.

That arm was imbued with the power of the Crimson Dragon Emperor Draig.

“We can’t use the Tyrant Dragon, but we can use the Balance Breaker, but we can’t use the multiplication too many times…” Jill touched her arm. “This world’s aversion to magic is really troublesome.”

If this world didn't reject beings with immense magical power as harmful, Jill wouldn't be subject to so many restrictions.

If he could freely use the power of multiplication, Gil felt that he could now tactically suppress Izayoi.

Don't ask why it's not direct melee combat. Although Jill's hobby is close combat, that doesn't mean he would enjoy fighting someone who throws rocks at cosmic velocity.

"Well, after so many years, to be a student again... I feel a little conflicted," Jill muttered to herself as she lay down on the bed.

The last time I was a student was more than a decade ago, when I was tricked by Grevas and became a student at Aresia Academy.

"Speaking of which, I'm a little concerned... I should probably take Lian back to see her, and while I'm at it, I'll also give those old Elf Kings a good beating." Gil clenched his fist and said.

When Gil recalls the time when Ren left the world of Blade Dance of the Spirit Master, he feels as if a giant hand was manipulating everything.

Tomorrow is the official start of school, and Jill has nothing to do today...

“Let’s go check out the [Holy Grail] bloodline chosen by the Mother of Dragons…” Jill stood up with a jerk. “If it’s a bad guy, it’s better to just kill him.”

Jill took out a parchment with a drawing of a boy's face on it.

It was the appearance of a boy with short brown hair, who looked to be around seven years old.

“Ash Blake…” Jill raised an eyebrow. “He seems like an interesting fellow.”

"I hope you won't disappoint me... Ash." Gil raised his arm. "Hey hey, how about giving my lovely disciple a junior brother...?"

……

the next day.

Today is the first day of school at the Ansari Riding Dragon College.

"I'm Jill, and I'll be studying with you all from now on. Please take care of me." The boy in uniform introduced himself to the students in the classroom.

Although she could feel the mixed emotions in the classroom stares, Jill paid no attention to them.

Anyway, she'd already been looked at with even more vicious and aggressive eyes than these; these were just disdainful glances, and they had no effect on Jill at all.

As for the reason...

The Ansarib Dragon Academy, after all, is the dragon-breeding academy of the Kingdom of Loreiamon, specializing in training dragon breeders. Its high entry requirements, great reputation, and status make it even more important than the capital of the Kingdom of Loreiamon.

To enroll in such a prestigious academy, one must not only be a Dragon Trainer but also possess a legitimate identity. Otherwise, who would know if the applicant harbors ill intentions?

Jill's identity was a gift from the Mother of Dragons, there's absolutely no problem with it.

The problem lies in the second point.

Because at the Ansari Riding Dragon College, only those who diligently complete the three-year basic course and pass the examination can advance to the advanced course.

Gil, on the other hand, enrolled in the school after demonstrating his formidable strength using a token given to him by the Mother of Dragons.

This has led some to believe that Jill got the job through connections.

In fact, Jill's actions did indeed resemble using connections.

Jill suddenly felt a gaze that was particularly strong.

He raised his head and looked in that direction.

She was a beautiful girl with blue eyes and long golden hair.

Her presence and gaze were so strong that Jill spotted her at a glance.

That look wasn't hostile, but it carried a strong sense of disapproval.

The opponent's aura was quite good; it should be at the same level as the four squad members who fought Jill back then.

It must be the Dragon Knight.

Jill looked away, and the teacher said, "Jill, go find an empty seat and listen to the lesson."

Jill nodded, took a step, and sat down in an empty seat in the classroom.

Jill glanced at her classmates and gave them a slightly surprised look.

Can I sit anywhere and sit next to the person I'm dealing with?

The brown-haired boy seemed to notice that Jill was looking at him, and he greeted him, "Hello, Jill, I'm Ash, Ash Blake."

The boy's appearance and features faintly resembled those of the boy on the parchment.

The information the Mother of Dragons gave Jill, including the target's appearance, was from several years ago.

The seven-year-old boy has grown up quite a bit, although you can still see the resemblance to the person depicted in the document in his eyes and brows.

“Gilgamesh, that’s my full name. You can just call me Gil by my name.” Gil nodded.

Chapter 88 So what if it's a Holy Dragon?

Ash also observed Jill for a moment.

With blond hair and a handsome appearance, he would definitely be every girl's dream lover if he had some talent.

"Focus on your lesson. Stop staring at me. Is it fun to make people think you're a homosexual?" Gil tilted his head slightly as if noticing Ash's gaze and said.

"Ah, sorry." Ash looked back at the podium in a flustered manner.

The teaching hours at the Ansari Riding Dragon College are not very long.

While basic knowledge is equally important, and the teachers at the Ansari Dragon Riding Academy do not underestimate the importance of basic knowledge courses, the most crucial aspect for dragon trainers is still practical experience.

After all, dragon trainers don't necessarily need to be extremely knowledgeable. While being knowledgeable isn't necessarily a bad thing, people will still subconsciously choose practical combat. After all, every dragon trainer studies at the Ansaribang Dragon Riding Academy in order to gain powerful strength in the future, hoping to become a dragon knight, or even a high-ranking Holy Sky Dragon Knight.

In this regard, one thing Gil can say is that practical experience is probably the only thing that can help. After all, compared to flashy but impractical theories, a good punch will save a lot of trouble.

After becoming a Holy Dragon Knight, even if one does not wish to, one will possess a considerable status and power, becoming one of the top figures in the Kingdom of Loreiamon.

Therefore, at the very beginning of the new semester, there was not much time to sit quietly in the classroom and listen to the lecture. When the bell rang, the teacher said this.

"The next lesson will be about dragon riding combat techniques. Please assemble at the training ground in thirty minutes. That's all."

The so-called dragon-riding combat technique, to put it bluntly, is actually the technique of fighting while riding a dragon.

Dragons are actually no less intelligent than humans. In fact, they are more intelligent than most people, given their ability to create all sorts of holy knight armor.

However, dragons are too straightforward and direct in nature. They don't know how to be flexible, so in terms of controlling dragons, the dragon tamer usually gives the orders to fight, maximizing the dragon's combat power.

Examples of two equally powerful dragons gaining the upper hand over one another simply because they have different masters are not uncommon in this world.

If I had to use a metaphor, it would be like the difference in fighting power between the same sword in the hands of a swordsman and in the hands of a child.

Therefore, practical training such as dragon riding combat has always been a top priority at the Ansar Riding Dragon Academy.

After finishing their lessons in the classroom, the students began to pack up their books. They gathered in twos and threes, preparing to head to the changing room to change into their dragon-riding costumes before heading to the training grounds for practical dragon-riding combat techniques.

Jill didn't plan anything. Anyway, it would take about a year to collect all the fantasy fragments. Living a peaceful life as a student here wouldn't do him any harm.

So he tidied up the books and put them in the drawer.

However, Jill felt that even if she wanted to live a peaceful life for a while, it wouldn't really be that peaceful.

After all, it seems like I'm being accused of getting in through connections?

In the first lesson, I should definitely make the first move, right?

So in the dragon's den, Jill gently stroked Arthur's big head, and held a few nuts in her hand, feeding them to Arthur.

This nut is rich in star essence, and it is a food that the dragons of this world greatly enjoy.

Arthur gently nuzzled Gil, his large, sapphire-like eyes filled with a look of affection and admiration.

Jill looked at Arthur with a hint of a smile in her eyes. After all, Arthur was a life nurtured within her soul, and Jill treated him like a child.

“Is this your Pal…? So beautiful…” Ash looked at Arthur. “It’s a pterosaur.”

Jill glanced at Ash, "Of course, and my Arthur will definitely be the strongest."

Jill had finished the nuts in her hand. "Speaking of which, Ash, you came to Dragon Lodge, but I didn't see your Pal?"

Ash paused for a moment, then his tone became somewhat low, "My Pal hasn't hatched yet..."

Jill glanced at Ash, then turned back. "It's okay, anyway, your Pal will definitely be great too."

Ash paused for a moment, then said softly, "Thank you, Jill."

Ash's situation is special. A normal person's Pal should be more than three years old by now.

Ash has never hatched his own Pal, and has even been told that he has no Pal.

Now, Jill, upon hearing this, didn't mock him but offered words of comfort, which was enough to make Ash grateful.

"Why thank me?" Jill just chuckled softly. "Let's go, time for class."

……

"Furthermore, during actual combat, remember, never let your Pal make direct contact with the limbs of any dragon other than your training opponent. That would be extremely dangerous!" the instructor repeatedly reminded him.

"If something goes wrong, it could even involve school rules and punishment, so you must pay attention to your surroundings during practice, do you understand?"

"Yes!"

The instructor looked at Gil, "Gil, is this your Pal?"

Arthur's pure white body and jet-black dragon wings and horns were very eye-catching.

“Yes, it is Arthur,” Jill nodded and said.

"Alright then, today is your first day of class, so show everyone your skills," the instructor nodded and said.

Many students were also looking at Jill with inquisitive eyes.

After all, Jill skipped the beginner's class and went straight to the advanced class, so they were very curious about what level Jill was at.

“Okay.” Jill jumped up and landed lightly on Arthur’s back.

Jill's decision not to use leverage earlier surprised many people with her physical abilities.

Unfortunately, they didn't know that Jill's physical abilities were such that he could even overpower the dragons around them with his bare hands; otherwise, they would probably have been even more surprised.

"Princess Sylvia Loreamon!" The instructor turned slightly and called out the name to the students.

"Yes!" A clear, cold reply rang out, and a girl holding the reins stepped forward.