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Chapter 13:Drakynia’s Declaration of War (and Maybe Love?)
Scene: Eastern Arena – Challenge Grounds
The academy was buzzing.
Whispers flooded the halls:
“The Dragon Princess is challenging him next…”
“They say she once tamed a wild wyvern using only her stare…”
“Another one’s gonna fall for him, huh?”
Zephyr sighed as he sipped tea with Arwen and Seraphina nearby — both glaring silently at each other. A loud bell rang. That meant only one thing.
“Final Challenger for Dorm Leadership Duel: Drakynia Veilscale!”
Scene: Arena Entry
Zephyr entered first, expecting the usual flamey fireworks or magical attacks. Instead, he was greeted by a massive shadow.
A tall, statuesque girl with silver hair, piercing amber eyes, and black dragon-scale armor stood in the center. Her presence screamed royalty, dominance... and slight confusion.
“Are you the mop wielder they speak of?”
Zephyr blinked.
“Uh... yes. I also do windows.”
She unsheathed a jagged sword from her back and pointed it toward him.
“Then prepare yourself. If I win, I claim you as my mate—”
“WH-WHAT!?” shouted the crowd (and Zephyr, and half the girls watching).
“...for strategic breeding,” she added calmly. “Dragonkin efficiency.”
Zephyr:
“Can we not call it that?”
Scene: Duel Commences
The battle was intense. Unlike the others, Drakynia didn’t hold back for pride — she fought with strategy, prediction, and control. Zephyr dodged most of her attacks but noticed her feet hesitated each time she got too close.
“You’re holding back,” he muttered.
“You smell... confusing.”
Zephyr:
“Excuse me?!”
One final move — she launched herself into the air, coming down with a full-body spin slash.
Zephyr didn’t dodge.
Instead, he held his mop up... sideways.
CLANG!
The enchanted mop stopped her strike. Sparks flew.
She landed hard, panting. Her blade shattered.
The crowd held their breath.
Zephyr extended a hand.
“I don’t fight to hurt people.”
She blinked.
“Then... I yield.”
Scene: Aftermath – Medical Room
Drakynia sat quietly on a cot as healing mages worked.
Zephyr stood nearby, awkward.
“Look... I’m flattered? But I don’t think I’m ready to be someone’s ‘strategic mate.’”
She looked up slowly.
“I underestimated you. You are strong... gentle... clean.”
He blinked.
“Clean?”
She nodded with certainty.
“Yes. Your scent does not lie.”
Seraphina, nearby, nearly fell off her chair.
Arwen covered her face.
Final Scene: Magical Communication Orb – Girls' Chat
Seraphina: “SHE TRIED TO CLAIM HIM LIKE A DRAGON EGG??”
Althea: “I’m getting outpaced and I HATE IT.”
Arwen: “...She has good instincts. That’s annoying.”
Rosalia: “I thought we were just hiring him to mop the halls!!”
End of Chapter 13
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