Having a powerful lord as a father figure, what's wrong with just wanting to draw cards?

This unexpected invitation left Domi a little flattered: "What, you're asking me out? This is the first time I've ever done this!"

Shia rolled her eyes dramatically.

"You're overthinking it. We're just going to the Great Library together to check the catalog of innate fire magic properties. Maybe we can find the name of Natsu's magic there."

Domi suddenly had a question: "If they are all born that way, why are there people who are exactly the same?"

"I can't explain this either, or rather, no one can explain it, because that's just how it is. Once one case occurs, there's a 100% chance that a second case will occur again after a few years or even hundreds of years."

"This world is truly amazing."

To go to the library with Shia, Domi took another day off and flew there using his wind magic. When he arrived, Shia was already waiting at the entrance.

The bright morning sunlight shone on her long, rose-red hair, reflecting an indescribable magical color that made her look like a beautiful and serene elf.

She was holding a matcha basil roll in her hands, leaning against the large cylinder, and nibbling on it in small bites, like a lump of coal.

They jumped down from the sky and greeted each other with good morning.

"Why are you eating matcha baumkuchen rolls? I've never seen you eat them before."

Whether it was from hunger or from waking up too early, Shia's voice was soft: "Seeing you eat so often, I wanted to try it too... Awooo—"

She quickly finished the rest of the cake in a few bites, and just as she was about to take out a handkerchief from her inner pocket, Domi's handkerchief was one step ahead, gently wiping the cream off the corner of her mouth, making her face turn a little red.

"Take your time, you've already eaten yourself into a lump of coal."

The coal ball that often perched on his head meowed, seemingly praising Shia for being so similar to it.

"I was just worried about wasting time. Let's finish eating and go!"

Watching Shia rush into the library, Domi shook his head with a wry smile. People who are forced to be 'impatient' from a young age can never learn to enjoy leisurely time.

However, he believed that Shia could rediscover the joy of life because he was there for her.

"Hey, wait for me!" Domi quickly chased after him.

As the most prestigious university on the entire continent, the library of Kalia Academy is ridiculously large, covering an area of ​​10,000 square meters. It is divided into several halls according to disciplines and houses hundreds of thousands of books.

The entire library is as magnificent as a palace, the most dazzling pearl of wisdom in the Lionheart Empire and even the continent.

Its status is in no way inferior to that of the Library of Alexandria and the Library of Trajan's Forum in the previous era.

Entering the library from the main entrance, one is greeted by an artistic seating arrangement. Countless bookshelves have also broken free from the constraints of space, distributed on the ground, in mid-air, and in tiered and suspended styles, all under the designer's imaginative imagination. They may seem chaotic, but in fact, they convey a sense of order within the chaos.

This is precisely the significance of books and knowledge in this world and in human society.

Shea was a regular here, and she led Domi with ease to the magic arena and the fire magic section, where they found a rather thin catalog.

I took it with me and found a nearby table. I put the book in the middle and we put our heads together to read it.

Shea's slender fingers searched from top to bottom, but found no innate fire magic that matched Natsu's characteristics.

"Could it be another new kind of magic?" Shia asked, frowning.

"What should we do then?" Domi was also confused. He really wanted to ask Nats what kind of mutated species he was, and why he was nowhere to be found...

"That's not necessarily true. A catalog can't possibly record everything, and there might be omissions. Since the book doesn't mention it, why don't you ask someone else?"

"The older the professors in the academy, the better. These 'living fossils' may know and have seen more than what is recorded in books."

Shea then pointed Domi in the right direction.

"I think I know someone like that..."

Domi was referring to the old professors he had summoned when he was experimenting with the Lingfeng Embracing the Underworld. The leading professor was someone he had a good relationship with, so perhaps he could ask him.

Without further ado, Domi picked up his backpack containing the magic ball and headed to the faculty and staff dormitory area, while Shia took the opportunity to read some books there.

Having a girlfriend who isn't clingy and has independent and normal thoughts is so comfortable. Domi finally understands how those who had mature and sophisticated girlfriends in their past lives felt.

They quickly arrived at the faculty and staff dormitory area. To be honest, Domi didn't know where the old professor lived, since she had been a little malicious when she asked him for his address.

He stood at the crossroads amidst the rows of dormitory buildings, feeling somewhat lost and bewildered, as if he had drawn his sword and looked around.

"Huh? Aren't you that...that guy again?"

Just then, a voice came from behind Domi. He turned around and was suddenly overjoyed.

The visitor was likely one of those professors from back then. Although not the leader, as a fellow professor, he must have known where his colleague lived!

"Professor, it's me, Professor!"

"So you are?" Domi's enthusiasm puzzled the old professor.

However, after Domi recounted what happened that night, the old man immediately remembered it and, without thinking twice, gave him a long and stern lecture, cursing and lecturing until his throat was dry.

"Um... I just want to know where that professor lives, so I can go and apologize to him."

"Why don't you come to my door to apologize?" The old man suddenly felt resentful.

"I figured that the professor standing at the front would be a good representative. If you'd like to come another day, Professor, I'll do so."

Domi secretly wiped away his sweat, thinking to himself that this old man might have some kind of dementia.

However, the old man eventually took Domi to the dormitory of the professor in the center position. It can hardly be called a dormitory. A professor of his caliber is no exaggeration to call him a "living fossil national treasure". Therefore, he lived in a villa by the artificial lake specially arranged for him by the college.

"Hey Montgomery, a student is looking for you!" the old man knocked on the door and called out.

It turned out that the old professor's name was Montgomery, and Domi silently memorized the name.

Soon footsteps came from behind the door. Montgomery opened the door and immediately saw his old colleague and that little brat Dominic.

As the person in charge of that 'suppression operation,' his impression of Domi was far more profound than that of the old man—extremely profound!

"It's you?"

Domi scratched the back of his head, a little embarrassed, and greeted him, "Hello Professor, I've come to apologize to you, and I also have a few academic questions I'd like to ask you..."

Seeing this, the old man waved his hand, said goodbye, and left, refusing to be a third wheel.

After that, Montgomery and Domi stood staring at each other, one inside the gate and the other outside, wondering whether or not to let this brain-dead student, who might blow up his house at any moment, in.

However, under Domi's earnest expectations and innocent, clear gaze, he eventually softened. Besides, he did receive an apology from Carlos afterward, so he shouldn't boycott Domi anymore, both morally and logically.

"Hey~ come in."

"Thank you Professor!"

Montgomery poured them both a cup of tea, then sat down on the sofas on either side of the coffee table. Next to them was a floor-to-ceiling window facing the beautiful artificial lake, and they could take in the entire view with just a slight turn of their heads.

"Speak, what's the problem?"

Montgomery was direct and to the point. As for the apology, he only saw the visit and had no expectation of an apology.

“It’s like this,” Domi said, taking the magic ball out of his shoulder bag and handing it to Montgomery. “I have a classmate whose magic properties seem to be quite special. Based on these characteristics, none of the catalogs in the library match, so I wanted to ask you about it.”

Montgomery glanced at the paper listing the experimental characteristics, then personally experienced the magic, and pondered in silence for a long time, as if recalling something.

“A long, long time ago, there was a group of powerful and mysterious people…” Montgomery suddenly spoke after a long silence.

"How far back in time exactly? Professor, I have some knowledge of history."

"Back in the time when the whole world was ruled by ancient dragons, I only heard about it secondhand. Just take it as a legend."

"The magic of that group is very special, possessing a bizarre special attack against certain creatures."

"what--"

"Special attacks are like the natural countermeasures between elements."

"Some of them have magic that is particularly effective against ancient dragons, and even all dragons. After discovering this, they made a living by hunting ancient dragons, trying to save people from the brutal rule of the ancient dragons. They are known as dragon slayers."

"Dominic, I remember that when your Brofield family hunted a white dragon with the orthodox ancient dragon bloodline, there seemed to be a dragon slayer mage helping you, or maybe not, after all, their existence is still a mystery."

Domi himself was shocked; he had no idea that such a person had participated in the dragon-slaying war.

Montgomery gave Domi a moment to process the information before continuing, "Among dragon slayers, there should also be different magic systems like ours."

"Since this is a legend, how did you, Professor, come to know these specific details?"

"Because when I was young, I met a wanderer who seemed to be a dragon-slaying mage, and he told me all this. He also said..."

Decades ago, in a remote tavern somewhere on the mainland.

“Montgomery, I’m only telling you these secrets because you’re a true scholar. I only want one thing from you—”

"If you ever encounter a dragon-slaying mage scattered among the people, remember to tell them everything about your bloodline, and tell them that you are not alone."

The young Montgomery was just as bewildered as Domi was at this moment: "Then how do I determine whether someone is a Dragon Slayer mage?"

The mysterious middle-aged man, draped in a tattered cloak and sporting a stubble, smiled slightly: "It's simple, our magic contains the soul of the dragon hunter..."

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"The soul of a dragon hunter?" Domi found the key to identification: "Then how can one see something as utterly unobservable as a soul?"

Montgomery searched his mind, filled with countless memories, for a long time before finally providing the answer:

"Just go home, it's your own home."

"Ernest Bloomfield should still be alive."

Domi was very familiar with this name, even though he had only met it a few times since he was a child.

Ernest, Carlos's father and grandfather, was the head of the Broadfield family two generations ago. He was probably around the same age as Montgomery, in his seventies or eighties, or maybe even older.

I remember the last time I saw him a few years ago, the old patriarch looked like a frail old man, completely lacking the vitality of Montgomery.

"Why are you looking for my grandfather? Could it be...?"

"According to historical records, and by working backwards from his age, your grandfather very likely experienced that final dragon-slaying battle, even if he was just a young child at the time..."

After obtaining useful information, Domi did not leave immediately. Instead, he chatted with Montgomery for a while. Domi felt that everything that had happened so far told him that Montgomery's relationship with his family was definitely not shallow, and there was no harm in talking to him more.

Montgomery picked up his teacup and took a sip of tea with the elegance of an old gentleman:

"Dominic, I remember you joined the Art of War Society. Why did you join that society?"

Domi was somewhat surprised that Montgomery would actually pay attention to his movements.

"The reason is probably quite simple... I want to learn how to fight."

“Oh~” Montgomery raised his aged eyes and looked at him with interest: “Then why do you want to learn how to fight?”