I Became a Cute Little Dragon Princess and Now She’s Obsessed with Me Chapter 87
Early morning at Wode Academy.
Students were steadily streaming into the campus. The semester had already been underway for some time, so most of them had already formed groups and cliques, chatting in clusters of three to five.
At the entrance, a grayish-white-haired girl with a sluggish expression strolled unsteadily into the academy.
Today, Erika wore a light-white dress. The layered skirt wrapped tightly in satin outlined her petite and delicate figure, while a strapless cyan outer garment covered her pale, rosy skin. Her gray-white hair draped over her shoulders. Though she didn’t seem to have dressed up at all, she still exuded a distinct charm.
“Erika—!”
From a distance, Isana had already noticed her figure and quickly waved her little hand in greeting.
Erika blinked her crimson eyes at her and patted her own cheeks with a small hand, trying to make herself look more energetic.
She had no choice—this morning, yet again, she had been startled awake by a nightmare at exactly 05:05. She hadn’t rested properly at all. The same terrifying dream that she couldn’t remember the details of continued to haunt her.
Erika was feeling pretty frustrated by now. She was even starting to suspect that someone had cast a curse on her. Why else would such dreadful things be happening to her?
The same unknown nightmare, the same exact time waking up, and it had persisted for many days in a row now. It was driving her mad.
“Isana…”
Mumbling her name, Erika was surprised to see that beside Isana stood another girl about the same age as them.
This girl had pure black hair and the same sapphire eyes as Gladys. She wore a simple long outer dress and held a large pile of books in her small hands. On her chest was the academy's Mithril badge.
She stood quietly at Isana’s side, her face smiling gently, as if greeting Erika.
Though they hadn’t met before, Erika immediately smiled and nodded in polite return.
“Erika!”
Isana was, as always, dressed like a little princess in luxurious attire, holding a large kraft paper bag in her pink hands.
“What have you been doing lately? Why have you been avoiding me all the time?”
“Ah… I haven’t, have I?”
“Still denying it! Yesterday after our compulsory class, I wanted to take you out to have fun, but the moment you saw me, you bolted!”
“I… I had something to do…”
“What was it? Can’t you tell me?”
Erika gave a sheepish smile. She had no intention of telling her about working as a maid. After all, that was an embarrassing topic to begin with, and knowing Isana’s personality, she would definitely object strongly.
Just imagine—Isana’s father was a duke, a member of the royal family. Her household must be full of maids. Isana would definitely grab her and say:
If you’re going to be a maid for someone else, why not be mine?
Erika had already pictured this scenario in her head.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to be Isana’s maid, it’s just that…
Isana’s tastes were a bit strange. What if she asked Erika to strip and pose as her model?
That was definitely possible!
“What are you daydreaming about now?”
Isana pouted, looking a little angry. “Hmph, fine, if you won’t tell me, forget it. I even specially bought your favorite meat buns today. Looks like you don’t want them anymore.”
“I do, I do!”
At the mention of meat buns, Erika was immediately interested.
Before coming to the academy, she’d bought a few to fill her stomach, but they’d left her wanting more.
Seeing this, Isana raised the corners of her mouth, pulled out a bun from the kraft paper, and dangled it in front of Erika. “If you want to eat it, then promise me—stop avoiding me from now on.”
“Mm-hmm, I promise you!”
“Really?”
“Really, I’ve never wanted to avoid you, Isana.”
“Then eat it.”
“Chomp!”
The moment Isana gave the go-ahead, Erika didn’t even bother using her hands. She just opened her mouth and bit the meat bun straight from Isana’s little hand.
“Erika, there’s plenty more~”
“Mhm, Isana zuay aaao laa~!”
Chewing while mumbling indistinctly, Erika beamed with a wide smile, taking one bite after another from the bun in Isana’s hand.
Isana didn’t mind at all. Like feeding a kitten, she continued pulling buns from the kraft paper bag, her own face glowing with joy.
“Pfft.”
This scene drew a chuckle from the black-haired girl standing nearby.
“Isana, you’re amazing. Just like you said, it only took a few buns to win over Miss Erika.”
After finishing the meat bun, Erika wiped her lips with the back of her hand, blinked her crimson eyes at the black-haired girl, and tilted her head.
“Who are you?”
“She’s Mulin Joya,” said Isana. “She’s the daughter of a dessert shop owner in the northern part of the city. Just like me, she’s also an artist.”
“An artist like you!?”
Hearing that, Erika instinctively took two steps back, startled. She hadn’t expected someone as eccentric as Isana to find a kindred spirit.
“No no no——!”
Realizing what kind of ‘artist’ Isana was referring to, Mulin looked embarrassed and quickly clarified, a bit of sweat forming on her forehead. “The kind of art I love is magic—the kind that creates magical fireworks. It’s not like Isana’s art at all!”
Seeing Mulin flustered, Isana immediately clung to Erika’s arm and whispered, “Heehee, Erika, let me tell you a secret—Mulin once sacrificed herself for my art.”
“When will you finally be willing to be my model?”
Erika’s cheeks flushed. Just imagining herself as a model made her feel uneasy.
“Don’t bring that up, Isana.”
“Hmph, I’m bringing it up anyway. You greedy little cat—eating my food every day and still daring to avoid me!”
“That has nothing to do with being your model…”
“I don’t care. Anyway, Erika, you’re mine now. I’m definitely going to make you willingly become my model.”
With that, Isana ignored Erika’s protests and clung tightly to her arm, walking toward the teaching building like a little couple.
Mulin, watching this scene from the side, could only shake her head with a wry smile. She was clearly familiar with Isana’s domineering personality—as if to say:
Looks like another beautiful girl is about to become a sacrifice for Isana’s art…
Today’s compulsory class was Daphne’s lesson, mainly focused on minor techniques for casting spells.
Daphne remained as popular as ever. From the moment she stepped into the classroom, the students behaved with exceptional politeness—a stark contrast to how they treated Vanessa.
Mulin was even more exaggerated. She seemed to be a devoted fan of Daphne. Every time Daphne posed a question about magic, Mulin would shoot her hand up eagerly, as if she were desperate to impress.
It was obvious—Mulin really liked Daphne, this gentle teacher.
“Ha~”
Erika, on the other hand, was completely different. Having barely slept, she kept yawning through Daphne’s lecture.
Not because the class was boring, but simply because it had nothing to do with her.
After all, Daphne was teaching chanting for magic, which Erika had no use for.
According to the principles of magic, each type of elemental mana could only be used to cast magic of the same attribute.
While humans typically specialized in one elemental attribute, their bodies could still generate other types of mana, allowing them to cast various small-scale magic spells.
But it was different for dragons.
A dragon’s magic came from its bloodline. While they didn’t need chanting to cast spells, the drawback was—they could only use one elemental attribute.
Currently, Erika only possessed a Fire-element Dragon Core Crystal, so she could only cast Fire-element magic. Other types of magic were practically meaningless to her.