The Sleeping Dragon and the Out-of-Control Witch

Miss Olanord smiled and reached into the ice coffin, touching her student's cheek as her fingers brushed across her lips.

"My student really is a handful. When the blizzard turned into Black Snow, we were outside looking for another entrance to the library. I raised a barrier against the black snowflakes, but she just had to swish her tail."

The smile on her face became even more pronounced.

"Shade, when I put up a barrier, I don't calculate the length of tails."

It was quite an evocative description.

Miss Olanord slapped her forehead and sighed over her apprentice's troublesome nature. Miss Samuel, wearing round-framed glasses, smiled and reached out to pick up the limp-looking tail, pointing at the black spot on its tip.

"Look, right here. This young girl unfortunately came into contact with Black Snow. Fortunately, the Red Dragon Bloodline gave her strength beyond that of humans, so we rescued her in time and temporarily sealed her in the Zalas Society's secret Sleeping Ice Coffin technique. She can only be awakened after we leave this place."

As she spoke, she set down the tail and gestured for Shade to close the coffin lid.

"Oh, so she was only asleep."

Only then did Shade relax. This ice coffin secret technique sounded even more powerful than his False Immortality. After all, False Immortality had a time limit, while the ice coffin could remain for a long time.

Carefully closing the ice coffin, the three returned to sit beside the bonfire. Shade still sat with his back to the Black Snow outside the door, while the other two Witches avoided the old book pile containing the shrine. There were even more books there than the last time Shade had come.

"May I ask how long I was gone?"

As Shade spoke, he