How To Tame an Academy Dragon chapter 1

1. I… Die…?

A happy death that ends with a hot night.

In real life, races such as nine tail foxes and succubus? In any case, it expresses the appearance of women who only come out of fantasy extorting men’s energy and drying them to death.

It’s a story that doesn’t sound like an old tale from the East or from the Bible in the West, but sadly I had no choice but to believe it.

Why?

I’ll use it to give the succubus the spirit! It’s because I sucked it up.

After I was discharged, I was having fun drinking with my friends, and I seduced a girl and had a one night stand. That was a succubus.

I came to my senses and it was a strange white space I had never seen before.

If I had to explain all the twists and turns, it would be long, so I’ll cut it down here.

The winged mad b*tch said to me in a soft voice.

“You are a good boss. You have the right to choose your past life…”

The resentment from the absurd death, the anger that I couldn’t enjoy my flower-like youth, and the vengeance that I want to repay the same.

These three things blended together in my head, and I asked the winged madman to reincarnate me as a succubus.

The word of madness, which I shouted out with the determination to become a succubus and chew, rip, taste, and enjoy this unjust wrath, was accepted without delay, and I passed out as if I had been hit by a taser.

“A male incubus or a female succubus. Which one would you prefer?”

“…A man.”

Surprisingly, all of this didn’t end with crazy b*tch bullsh*t.

The world I opened my eyes to was a bit more like what I thought was the scenery of hell.

In navy blue, black and red. At least, all the colors that people feel ominous or dull were coloring my world.

That’s how I was reborn as a dream horse.

The year he turned 100, he had a coming-of-age ceremony, and like dreamers, in order to be reborn as a true demon, he went into a room with an offering prepared by his family for the so-called ‘virgin graduation’.

I still remember the image of my family boasting that it was an expensive sacrifice. What did he say… Eat this and grow up to become a king… Was it?

A woman sitting in a corner wearing classy clothes.

I don’t know if it’s the clothes I’ve been wearing before or if they’re new and good clothes. But what I still remember is the face of a woman who trembles and tears run down her nose when she sees me.

Princess of a few generations of a noble lineage of a country in the human kingdom?

This was the information she found out after she persistently shared her voice to reassure her.

While I was about to turn 100, I researched the dream horse in various ways. Can humans survive even if they have dreams and dragonflies?

Unfortunately, at the end of the investigation, I came to no conclusion.

Anyway, as long as he was human, he couldn’t receive the pleasure from the dream with his brain, and even if he survived, he would be a semi-asshole full of s*xual desire, and he couldn’t live a normal life.

Can you now commit murder for revenge?

Even though it is a memory of a previous life that has faded over time, the already imprinted morality made it impossible to betray oneself.

The fact and memories of being human. As a human being coming from there, the slightest bit of conscience I had put to rest my blind vengeance.

It was the f*cking succubus b*tches who killed me, not the people who live here. Still, I was able to live like a moderately strong demon without regular absorption because I was naturally born with a good constitution.

So I let her go. Her releaser doubled as a guide to take her over so she could return home.

When it was time to part with her, she first hugged me, but when I got to her bed, it was not worth escaping at all.

When she returned to the underworld again. The way you look at me has changed a lot.

The eyes that looked at me with infinite affection, love, and awe changed to the opposite feeling, and I was terribly assaulted by a group as soon as I set foot in the realm of the dreamers.

As I was beaten and dragged in front of my family, I remember the betrayal and contempt in their eyes.

I was sentenced to death for not fulfilling my duty as a demon. That would be the case, because the Demon World and the Human World were fighting a life-and-death war.

The cruel demons did not kill me, but kindly allowed me to live in a reality worse than death.

Tore off my wings, stole my power, and banished me forever from the Demon Realm.

Without any strength or ability, I had to live as a beggar while wandering the streets for decades, and I persevered through it, even facing death several times.

In the meantime, rumors wandering around the streets reached my ears.. The princess I worked hard to send home eventually became a plaything for the demons as the kingdom I entrusted myself to was destroyed again.

It was a sad rumor, but there was nothing I could do, and since my nose was three, I prayed for her peace with the sky.

I wandered here and there for about a hundred years.

I thought there was no meaning in living, but I also thought there was no meaning in dying. I survived with the tenacity that surviving is a small revenge against those who made me half an idiot.

I endured for over a hundred years, but eventually the limit was reached and I passed out in front of a small craft shop.

I can’t remember when I felt the soft touch of the blanket and the fresh scent that woke me up, and I woke up thanks to the cool breeze blowing from somewhere.

There was no furniture in the rugged room, but the bedding was clean and dry as if it had just been washed yesterday, and the inside was clean with no dust attached. Even the feel of the new clothes gently wrapping the whole body.

I was picked up by an elderly couple at a craft store. The two elderly people, who seemed like they would close their eyes with a peaceful face even tomorrow because they were old enough, treated me like an honored guest.

He gave me a place to sleep when I was homeless, and taught me about crafts when I was unskilled. He taught me how to cook, even though I had never cooked before, and even made me respond to guests when they came.

When I asked why they were so kind to me, the old couple just laughed and didn’t say anything.

How many years does it take to recite a poem?

As if the dust had settled down, the memories of the old past life no longer came to mind.

I just remembered the nuance of that sentence. Having grown up quite well under the care of an elderly couple for about 5 years, I noticed that the old people were getting less and less active.

Like when I met a woman who didn’t know whether it was a goddess or an angel, I and the elderly couple instinctively knew that death was imminent.

On New Year’s Day on January 1st, I served food to an elderly couple. The old couple, who called me their son, finished their meal with his smile on his face and said:

“Live your life now. Find whatever you want to do. That will make you happy.”

“I know it has a name…But I’d like to give it a name if possible. I’ve been thinking about it for a long time with my wife, but now I can finally decide on a name for you.”

“Raz. It’s a gore to stand up again.”

And the next day they closed their eyes.

The first day of Rajra’s new life. What I did was hold the funerals of their parents.

A lot of people attended the funeral of the elderly couple, who were highly popular in their own way, and they sent strong encouragement and warm support to me, their adoptive son.

I didn’t cry, but I was very sad that there was no one home after the funeral.

But the person who left is the person who left. Like the name they gave me, getting up and moving was the way to repay the grace.

I’m in trouble. Although he inherited his craftsmanship from an elderly couple, he was not really good at making money. At least the customers who came were all their acquaintances, so it was just a regular business.

I had to think about changing the industry if I wanted to live on my own. And then came the wonderful news to me.

The good news is that the Imperial Academy will be built on the site in front of the craftworks.

Unsurprisingly, the price of nearby land started to skyrocket, and I reached a turning point in my life. As I watched the academy’s construction site for weeks, an idea struck my head like lightning.

***

The smell of flowers in March filled the streets.

The warm sunlight and blue sky signaled the start of a new year in earnest, and the excited steps of the people felt lighter than usual.

In particular, the hottest topic recently is that the Imperial Academy, which was finally completed after four years of construction, was named Belfia Academy after the gore Belfium, which means various knowledge.

People’s attention was focused on what interesting things would happen with the news that the first freshmen would be enrolled this year.

As if it were the same in any world, on the first day of school, the front of the academy was very crowded.

Since it is the first entrance ceremony and the noisy clamor of parents seeing off their children, officials from the Imperial Academy, who are doing their best, are busily walking around.

It was an academy where no one could enter, and thanks to the gathering of the children of the one-liner family, the commercial district in front of the academy was literally filled with luxury brands.

Between the shops with dazzling exteriors, there was a shabby shop that could only be seen in a neighborhood alley, so it caught the attention of passers-by with the opposite meaning.

Most people passed by, saying that the ugly building spoiled the aesthetics, but on the other hand, there were also many people who were curious about what kind of store it was and snooped around.

In front of the store, there was a small signboard saying that it would open sometime next week, so people who couldn’t satisfy their curiosity turned their steps with a sad expression.

The trade name of the store was ‘Velfia Stationery’.