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Ansarivan Dragon Riding Academy, Seventh Dragon Dorm...
Inside Lancelot's Dragon Room, the silver-furred Lancelot lay sprawled across the floor, its jaws open as it munched away at the oversized serving of beef before it. Judging by the speed at which it ate and the faintly delighted dragon purrs it let out, it was clearly in a good mood.
Sylvia, dressed in her uniform, stood beside Lancelot. As she wiped down its body and watched it eat so happily, her heart was filled with bitterness.
Lancelot was not an especially gluttonous dragon, nor did it often become particularly happy just because it got to eat something delicious. As Lancelot's master, Sylvia knew that better than anyone.
Yet recently, every time Lancelot ate, it displayed an exceptionally joyful mood. While waiting for mealtime, it seemed especially eager and restless, and once mealtime arrived, its mood became unbelievably good.
Driven by that happy mood, it even achieved results far beyond usual when practicing Dragon Riding Skills with Sylvia.
All of this was thanks to the food Lancelot adored so much.
And that food had been personally prepared by Wu Yan...
Ever since tasting Wu Yan's cooking once, Lancelot had completely fallen in love with it, displaying an unprecedented desire to pursue it.
Now, whenever mealtime came, Lancelot would almost always leave the Seventh Dragon Dorm on its own. When it returned, it would have a wonderfully fragrant meal in its mouth, which it would happily eat in its own Dragon Room.
The Dragon Caretakers of the Seventh Dragon Dorm did not know where Lancelot went when it sneaked out, nor where its food