Chapter 145 - My Dragon Wife is... Very Jealous

  Nathan Evenhart:

  I felt a certain relief knowing that, thanks to our elven ary and the fact that our aor beloo the High Elf nobility, my family would be uheir prote. That lifted a heavy burden off my shoulders. But despite this newfound security, I will never reveal the existence of the Celestial Eyes to anyone.

  The power they hold ot, under any circumstances, fall into the wrong hands. Until I mao master the Six Celestial Aspects, I won’t be able to sleep peacefully.

  As these thoughts swirled in my mind, a staff member guided me to the party. The grand hall was filled with tables, each occupied by people chatting animatedly. Students were already making friends, while I sed the room for a pce to sit.

  “Here!” I heard Chloe call out, and I quickly took a seat beside her.

  Several ptes of snacks were id out before us, but my mind was still processing everything that had happened.

  "Aren’t you supposed to be preparing for the speech? What happened?" Chloe asked, frowning. "My mom and Aunt Katie disappeared too."

  "Adult versations," I replied with a light ugh. That was our code for when our mathered to discuss things away from us.

  "I'm not giving the speeymore; it’s all been sorted out," I added, sounding more rexed.

  “Really?” She seemed surprised, and then her eyes widened. "I'm gd," she said in a straone, and then her face turned as red as a ripe apple.

  “What do you mean?” I asked, ughing at her rea.

  Chloe turned her head to the side, trying to hide her embarrassment. “I didn’t mean I’m happy you’re not getting the honor... I just... I’m happy you won’t have to be exposed... to irls...” She spoke quickly, turning even redder.

  I get it now, but I’m not sure how to respond to that.

  “Just react like you always do and run away like a coward,” Athena said, sitting down beside me with a sarcastic smile.

  I decided to simply ighe goddess.

  “At least you got what you wanted,” Chloe ented, her face finally returning to its normal color.

  "You be sure of that," I replied, my mind drifting back to the earlier events.

  I mao get the help I o protect you, should the day ever e.

  “Icarus,” Athena’s voice cut in beside me, pulling me from my thoughts. “I behaved and disappeared as always. I think I deserve some of this food.”

  I turo face her and nearly choked when I noticed her choice of outfit—provocative, to say the least. Her curves were on full dispy, making me feel extremely unfortable.

  “Like what you see?” she teased with a mischievous smile. “Want to see the color of my underwear?” And with that, she began to lift her dress as if ready to make a big reveal.

  This woman is insane!

  I focused hard, trying to steer my thoughts away.

  Damn this 15-year-old body full of hormones! I want to kill this woman!

  I grabbed some snacks, both to taste them and to satisfy the crazy goddess who made a phantom copy of the food I touched.

  Not long after, my mother and Aunt Margie joined us at the table. From the look they gave me, it was clear I wasn’t to mention anything to Chloe. I accepted the unspoken agreement and tinued eating, feeling the weight of responsibility lift just a little.

  Our versation flowed naturally, reminisg about the nervousness aement before finally arriving at the academy. Aunt Margie, notably seal, was emotional seeing Chloe and me living away from home for the first time. My mother, oher hand, tried to hide her feelings, but it was obvious she was also affected. Even though she would be living in the same city, the separation still felt signifit.

  Our moment of refle was interrupted when the speech presentation began. Director Victoria stepped onto the stage, surprisingly formal and posed—nothing like the person I had met earlier. The three honor students, each representing a different race, entered side by side and began reading their parts of the speech. The message was clear: unity and diversity among the races, symbolizing what the Apsalon Academy stood for.

  After the appuse echoed through the grand hall, dinner was served to everyone. During the meal, several staff members took the stage to expin how the academy funed, reviewing the structure and support avaible to students. They mentiohat the academy had its own healers and a fully equipped infirmary with healing potions to handle any acts. It was reassuring to know that so much attention was given to every detail.

  The staff also reminded us of a specific policy regarding tamed magical creatures, known as 'Familiars.' These beings sometimes followed their own routines, and students were instructed to respect that. There was a clear warning to avoid parading around with their Familiars just to show off.

  At that part, I felt the sharp gazes of my mother and Aunt Margie nd on me. I had to lower my head, trying to dodge the obvious judgment in their eyes.

  I'll follow all the rules, don’t worry… I thought, ughing internally at the irony of the situation. Here I was, still trying to escape their reproachful looks, just like when I was a child.

  I really am influenced by this body’s biology, but I’m happy for it. It allows me to feel human again… and through that, I live as just a normal person.

  When the ceremony finally ended, some parents began saying their goodbyes to their children. The academy offered the option for students living far away to stay the night, giving them a ce to adjust and explore the campus a little before csses started. I, oher hand, had five years ahead of me to explore every er of this magical pce, so at that moment, all I wanted was to return home and enjoy some time with my family.

  As soon as the event officially cluded, we were released, and we headed bae in our carriage.

  ***

  "Today was such a tiring day. I'm just gd everything ended well," I murmured, throwing myself onto the bed, exhausted. I closed my eyes, hoping sleep would e quickly.

  'Sniff.' Something jumped onto my bed and started sniffing me.

  'Sniff, sniff.'

  "Cyl? Are you awake?" I opened my eyes and, to my surprise, my ‘wife’—a dragon in the form of a Moon Panther cub—erched on my stomach, sniffiently.

  'Sniff.' The small panther climbed up, bringing her nose closer to my fatil she was just inches away.

  'Sniiiiff.' She inhaled deeply.

  "What is it?" I asked, a little fused.

  She stared at me, narrowing her eyes.

  "Your face... smells like another woman's magic," she said, her voice tinged with a sour tone.

  Oops...

  It must have been when Queen Siofna used her healing magiy face!

  "I-I-I expin! It’s not what you think. It was a woman, yes, but she was an elven healer who helped me!" I tried to justify myself quickly.

  "Hmm… so it was a woman..." she said, turning her bae, clearly upset.

  "It wasn’t like that! She was even royalty!" I added, desperately trying to softeuation.

  She gnced back at me, even more suspicious, narrowing her eyes with a judging expression.

  "So that’s your type, huh? You like women with high status, don’t you?" she said, her toing sharper.

  This is only getting worse!

  "You know I’d never do that," I protested, desperate to get out of this mess.

  Cyl tinued sniffing me, moving her nose closer and closer, then showed her small cws.

  "Natha’s talk! I want to know who this woman thinks she is to touch MY man!" she said, with a sharp and threatening look, her little cws gleaming in the dim light of the room.

  Looks like my night didn’t end as well as I thought...