Arthur stared at the stacks of paper on the desk with a blank expression.
He held his pen in his hand but was unable to do anything with it.
His mind was somewhere else.
It wasn't on the display he had seen before where he had asked the first-year mage students to demonstrate their spells.
It was on yesterday night.
When he had tried out his spells.
It was nice for a while before transitioning into something worse.
His mana reserves were low after using and destroying that grandmaster-ranked spell, but, he had vomited.
Not just anything.
But blood.
It wasn't the first time he had puked blood, but still, it was frightening.
Not only that, but he was couldn't move for an hour.
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[….Note: Your body has not adapted to the draconic blood]
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That was what he had seen, and that was what he saw anytime he thought about it with his glasses on.
"...."
He only stared blankly at it.
