“Your task is to deal with the Mold,” says the lord, finishing my briefing. “Any questions?”
“Y-yes… Why did you choose me exactly?” I blush and stammer in front of the dragon employer.
“You won’t stand out among us, little human girl,” strange expression flickers in Ryystarkh’s ruby eyes—like he himself doubts his words. “Besides, we simply need a household mage, and you have good recommendations.”
“The main thing is that you pay on time and grant access to the library.”
So I had to leave the Academy…
“Of course, Thalia,” a strong hand wraps around my waist and pulls me toward the man. “But you didn’t come just to do a magical carpet cleaning, did you?” The lord warms my cheek with his hot, tempting breath.
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I’m about to undergo an unusual teaching internship: magical mold has infested the White Dragons’ estate. Who else, if not the top student from the Household Mages faculty, can handle it?