Breeding Dragons From Today

"Teacher."

Joelson called out respectfully.

Harriet Terrence looked at Joelson carefully and finally nodded in satisfaction.

Harriet Terrence was not quite the same as usual.

His beard and hair had obviously been carefully groomed, and he was not like him.

Finally, he had the demeanor of a saint-level mage.

A very luxurious carriage quietly stopped in front of the academy. The carriage was engraved with the purple thorny flower symbol of the royal family.

The royal butler, who was dressed very carefully and was very polite, waited in front of the carriage, and greeted both Joelson and Harriet respectively.

Both of them were invited to the carriage.

The interior of the carriage was more luxurious than any carriage that Joelson had ever ridden in.

The carriage was lined with gold, and the floor was covered with a thick black velvet carpet. There were also all kinds of exquisite desserts and fine wine.

After Harriet got on the carriage, he closed his eyes to gather his energy.

Joelson also imitated Harriet. He closed his eyes and slowly calmed down.

"We're here."

Harriet's gentle voice rang in Joelson's ears, pulling him out of his meditation.

"You've done well by taking advantage of all the scattered time to meditate, Joelson."

Harriet Terrence's eyes revealed some praise. The more he looked at Joelson, the more satisfied he felt.

Joelson felt a wave of shame in his heart.

He had only meditated a few times. Usually, he relied on leveling up to increase his spiritual power and magic power.

If Harriet Terrence knew the truth, he would probably be so angry that he wanted to vomit blood.

A common carpet extended from the front of the carriage to the palace.

The appearance of Joelson and Harriet Terrence immediately attracted the attention of everyone around them.

"Look, it's Lord Harriet Terrence!"

"I remember the last time I saw him, I was still a three-year-old child. So many years have passed, but he hasn't changed at all! It's really unbelievable!"

Countless nobles in luxurious clothes looked very excited. They all looked at Harriet with respect and admiration. People kept saluting to show their goodwill.

A room full of nobles kept saluting. The scene was very spectacular

Joelson looked at the scene in front of him and didn't know what to say.

Was this the influence and power of a saint-level mage? It was truly terrifying.

"The youth beside Sir Harriet Terrence must be Joelson Edward!"

"That's right, it's him! I've never seen such a young tier-4 mage before!"

"It's really unbelievable. Although I already know, seeing it with my own eyes is really shocking!"

"It's really too shocking!"

The nobles gradually noticed Joelson who was beside Harriet.

He was also very eye-catching.

The four golden stripes on the black mage's robe made the hearts of the nobles tremble.

…

In the gorgeous boudoir, a group of maids were busily surrounding a person.

"Your Highness, your Highness."

A maid with a delicate and pretty face rushed in from outside the door, holding her skirt.

Because she ran too fast, her thin chest was heaving up and down violently, and she was panting.

"Sir Joelson Edward has come!"

"Really?!"

The young girl, who was enduring the pain and letting the maids busily work, suddenly stood up in front of the mirror in surprise when she heard the news.

The surrounding maids who were busy dressing her called out in a low voice in panic.

"Your Highness, don't move, your hair is going to be messed up!"

"Your Highness, the dress, be careful of the dress!"

"Dear your Highness, there's still one more earring to hang."

"It still needs a while. Your Highness, please sit down and wait for a while."

Hearing the maids' exclamations, the young girl obediently sat down again.

The maid who reported the news held her chest with both hands and sighed. "Sir Joelson is even more handsome than in the magic images, and he is so young!"

"He is a perfect match for the princess. Her Highness is also sixteen years old this year!"

"Only a great genius mage like Sir Joelson can be a match for our Princess!"

The maids were busy, and they began to discuss happily.

The girl's fair face was slightly hot, and there was a hint of red. She sat quietly in front of the mirror and looked at the delicate and beautiful face in the mirror. She whispered, "Will he really like me?"

"Of course!"

"Your Highness, how can he not like your Highness!"

The maid next to her bent down and said with a smile, "Look at the pearl of our Alkot Empire, how beautiful it is! I dare to swear that any man will fall in love with you when they see you, your Highness!"

Hearing the maids around her say this, the young girl laughed and suddenly frowned in distress.

"But, what about my hair? If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have cut my hair short!"

"Your Highness, have you forgotten this?"

The maid handed over a jewellery box, and inside it was a beautiful emerald necklace.

The girl's distressed eyes suddenly lit up.

"Yes, how could I forget? Grandpa Harriet gave it to me on my fifteenth birthday."

The girl eagerly put on the necklace.

The emerald shone brilliantly against her fair skin.

Then, something magical happened.

The young girl's hair grew out quickly and naturally fell on her petite shoulders.

Her hair was the color of purple thorny flowers.

Her long purple hair made the young girl's extremely beautiful face even more charming. Even the maids were stunned.

The corners of the girl's mouth rose slightly, and a hint of a smile appeared on her face. She secretly thought to herself, 'this time, he shouldn't be able to recognize me, right?'

…

During the dinner party, Joelson followed beside Harriet Terrence. During this time, people kept coming to greet them.

Viscounts, counts, marquises…

All of the important figures who were usually distinguished now came up to greet them with a smile that was close to fawning on them.

Joelson was very clear that this was because of Harriet Terrence.

"It's very boring, isn't it?"

Harriet Terrence held a glass of red wine and smiled at Joelson. He sighed and said, "That's why I've always hated such occasions."

"Thank you, teacher."

Harriet Terrence had come here today solely for him.

It meant to tell the entire capital that Joelson was his highly valued disciple.

"Sir Harriet Terrence, Sir Joelson."

A middle-aged man with a round figure walked up with a smile and greeted the two of them.

Harriet Terrence nodded, and Joelson was just about to respond politely.

Suddenly, he saw a familiar face appear behind the middle-aged man.

It was making funny faces continuously, signalling to Joelson.

He paused.