Women were such fascinating creatures.
One moment they were staking their claims, and the next they were enthusiastically discussing all sorts of strange things. Triss eagerly took on the task of teaching the Dragon Mother. There was no need to question her teaching ability: she immediately set up shop, brought out her grimoire, and began explaining the principles of psionic illusions to Runar.
To be honest, the dragon's capacity for learning was nothing special. Triss had to explain the principles of psionics—which even Murphy could understand—several times before Runar got it.
But the girl was a terrifying prodigy.
Though her comprehension was average, her talent for wielding psionics was frighteningly high.
After watching her turn her primal dragon breath into a fireball spell just ten minutes into the lesson, Murphy knew the Dragon Mother would surely leave all kinds of marvelous legends across the continent in the future.
He suspected that when that bastard Scholar had created the dragons, he had been aiming to shape the "perfect creature."
He had given them not only physical prowess so incredible they could face demigods head-on, but also a level of psionic aptitude beyond imagining. Yet the price of their natural strength had to be trouble reproducing. Such powerful creatures were destined to be few in number; otherwise, the world simply wouldn't be able to withstand their rampage.
Perhaps those insurmountable problems were why the Scholar had given up on creating more dragons and left his test subjects in the Black Mist Mountains to kill one another.
According to Runar, there had originally been nine dragon hatchlings in the Black Mist Mountains. Sadly, the others had died in their infighting. When they first came into heat, in particular, Apollis alone had bitten three of her companions to death in a single night.
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