novelraw Chapter 26: Dragonkin Magic
Chapter 26: Dragonkin Magic
【Dragonkin Biological Research Progress: 21%】【Dragonkin Social Research Progress: 20%】【Unlocked Rewards: Constitution +2, Reproduction Ability +10, Fermabah Draconian Spellbook】
At night, lying on his bed, Fischer pulled out the Demi-Human Girl Completion Handbook. As the translucent text faded from view, a strange power surged into his body. Not only did his physical strength increase, but his lower abdomen burned with an odd heat—like his core strength and certain... functions had significantly improved.
Especially now—he was unusually hard and pulsing with a fierce, almost aggressive desire. Suddenly, he found himself thinking how beautiful demi-humans really were—especially the Dragonkin, with their athletic, graceful figures and that fair, soft...
He froze for a moment, then groaned and covered his face, a dark line forming across his brow.
Dragonkin could suppress such urges through the Tailmate mechanism, but humans... humans were in heat all the time. This sudden boost to reproductive ability made Fischer feel all kinds of uncomfortable.
He took several deep breaths and finally forced himself to focus on the slim, antique book that had appeared in his hand.
On the cover, in text that looked like a cross between dragon scales and knives, were the words Fermabah Royal Spellbook.
Intrigued, Fischer switched on the lamp beside his bed and opened the pages. His thirst for knowledge temporarily overpowered the primal heat still stirring in his body, and he began to carefully study the magic passed down through generations of Dragonkin.
But he was soon disappointed—despite the progress he’d made in Fermabah Draconian from the handbook, it wasn’t enough to fully understand the spellbook. Much of it was written in archaic, abstract terms far beyond daily language. Fischer could only guess at the structure of some spells from keywords.
And magic was no joke—one small misunderstanding could lead to a catastrophic magical accident. Sure, there was a chance to create an entirely new spell, but that was a high-stakes gamble. Only true masters of magical theory could risk it. He flipped through page after page until he found a couple spells he could just barely comprehend—like the Fermabah Dragon’s Breath, which summoned torrents of flame, and Fermabah Dragonflame, which triggered instant explosions.
Dragonkin etched their spells directly into weapons and armor, using them during close combat. The result was that both allies and enemies often got caught in the magical chaos. Fischer couldn’t quite make sense of the logic behind it.
And yet, these destructive spells were considered basic in Dragonkin magic. Their magic circuits were far rougher than humans', and their methods of tapping into Resonance were brutally forceful. To a human, most of these spells looked dangerous and unstable.
Because they lacked technique, the number of spells recorded was low. Fischer believed he could master them fairly quickly—but only after studying more advanced Draconian.
He got up and carved several Dragonkin magic sigils into the table with a knife. Unlike human spells, which didn’t invoke Resonance until they were complete, Dragonkin runes distorted the air and space as they were being drawn. The carved symbols glowed a faint golden hue.
More importantly, even though Fischer had enough magic capacity to complete the rune, the strain was enormous. His head was already pounding, and the circuits in his hand lit up—just another sign of how demanding Dragonkin spells really were.
After finishing the inscription, Fischer rubbed his temples and examined the completed rune on the table. Unlike the circular formations of human magic, Dragonkin spells formed a jagged, tooth-like loop.
This one—Fermabah Dragon’s Breath—was ready.
Unable to resist the urge to try it, he slipped on his shoes, picked up the small table, and carried it outside into the misty plains beyond the cave.
The fog was still thick. Fischer laid the table flat, pointing it forward, and stepped back several paces. After making sure everything was set, he tapped the inscription.
Instantly, the magic sigils erupted in blinding white light.
Roar!
It wasn’t a Dragonkin roar—it was the thunderous sound of flames erupting. In just a second, the carved section of the table collapsed inward as an enormous blast of fire burst out, forming a flame pillar dozens of meters long.
Before Fischer could even marvel at its power, the table ignited and began to spin like a top, sucked into the distortion in space caused by the spell.
His expression changed. He turned and sprinted back—thankfully, his recently boosted constitution saved him from having his pajamas torched.
Boom rumble rumble...
The swirling column of fire raged on, consuming the entire table. When it finally died down, all that remained was scorched earth and steaming debris.
So this was Dragonkin magic?
Impressively destructive, yes—but wildly unstable. It even burned its own casting surface. Fischer had never seen anything like it.
He decided to hold off further testing until he mastered more Draconian.
On his way back to the carriage, Fischer opened the door to his room—and found two white-scaled Dragonkin girls sitting on his bed.
Fassil and Cachil.
The twin sisters looked almost identical—only their eyes gave them away. Elder sister Fassil had black pupils, while the younger sister had silver ones.
They sat side by side on his bed, tails curled behind them, expressions solemn. Fischer raised an eyebrow.
“You two... why are you in my room?”
The girls exchanged a glance, then still wearing the same serious expression, they clasped each other’s hands and turned to look at him.
“Lord Fischer, you bought Lady Raphaëlle... for that kind of thing, right?”
“That kind of thing?”
Fischer responded flatly. Then it hit him—he remembered how Mir reacted in the hotel.
Don’t tell me that idiot went and told these two even bigger idiots that same ridiculous theory...
“Mm...”
“But please, Lord Fischer, spare Lady Raphaëlle.”
“She’s a very good person...”
“As her guards, if we may, we’d like to offer ourselves in her place.”
“We will do our utmost.”
They spoke one after another, their expressions unwavering, eyes fixed on Fischer. It was their way of showing resolve.
They had always been weak, relying on Raphaëlle to protect them. If that was how it had to be...
Then just this once—let us be the ones to step forward.
Expressionless, Fischer approached. His hands glided over the faces of the two girls, gently brushing aside their hanging hair until his fingers reached their long dragon ears. He lightly pinched their earlobes.
“Mm...”
“Mmm...”
Their cheeks flushed pink.
Fischer leaned in and blew softly against the spot where their ears met. The girls shuddered like they’d been shocked, their composure crumbling into panic and embarrassment. Steam practically poured from their bodies as their silver tails swept frantically under their robes.
“Little brats...”
Fischer tapped their faces, making them close their eyes in a fluster. They clearly didn’t understand what they were offering. They weren’t ready—had no idea what any of it meant—and yet they dared speak such foolish words.
Especially now.
Fischer resisted the urge to taste their pale skin, let out a long sigh, and patted their heads.
“Go back to sleep.”
Fassil and Cachil looked up at him, then reluctantly slid off his bed and left.
At the doorway of the next room, a flash of red tail flicked and disappeared—the sound of the twins’ footsteps prompting a certain someone to quietly retreat.