It was morning in the Royal Mansion. In one of the open training courtyards, Albion stood with Chame and Tillroo at his side, eyes fixed on the elderly mage before him — Spellcode.
Spellcode smiled proudly at his pupil. "Well, I gotta say, the three spells I taught you… You used them creatively. Managed to save lives with them too."
Albion raised an eyebrow, slightly smug. "Did Eria or Wynn tell you?"
Spellcode chuckled, stroking his beard. "Of course. I had to confirm how you performed when things got real — and I must say, you've exceeded expectations."
Albion tilted his head. "So… what now?"
Spellcode's smile widened. "Simple. We're done with the basics. Today, we start your real lessons — Combat Glyphs."
Chame blinked. "Wait, you mean those overpowered ones that explode on impact?"
Tillroo looked nervous. "Aren't those dangerous for beginners?"
Spellcode raised a finger. "Only if you lack control. That's why we'll start with the Basic Four — Flame Pulse, Wind Edge, Shock Rune, and Ice Lock. You'll learn to channel them through both drawing and memory casting."
Albion's eyes lit up. "Finally."
Spellcode narrowed his gaze with a knowing smirk. "Just don't get cocky, Dragon Prince. These spells don't care about your royal blood. They bite."
Wynn looked at them as she spoke. "So why are we here".
Spellcode looked at them at her as he spoke. "The Young Prince's Primary Attribute is Light, which means he is great at Using Light Magic as any spell, as needs to check what is Second and tertiary".
Albion blinked as he spoke. "What?"
Spellcode looked as he spoke. "When it comes to us Monster we are born with a Primary Attribute one do 6, Fire, Water, Earth, Air, Light and Dark, after that, is our secondary which is closer to our inner Magic Core a way to balance out our Primary and our Tartary is the one closest to our Soul, the one match out inner self, For example, mine are Earth, Wind and Light Particularly in that order".
Albion then spoke. "But I thought we could use all 6 Attribute".
Eria chuckled as she spoke. "No that is only us Humans".
Albion Blinked as he spoke. "What, How?"
Dharc shrugged as he spoke. "Hey, Evaluation had to give Humans a bone somewhere, we are not forces of Nature like your dragon, Long Live like the Elfs, Magically Gifted like the Vampire, Connected with Nature like the Traptrix, Robots and So on, we had to get a Bone somewhere, or else we would be well food".
Wynn crossed her arms. "Okay, so if the Prince has Light as his Primary, how do we figure out his Secondary and Tertiary?"
Spellcode gestured to the glowing rune circle etched into the ground nearby. "Simple. We use the Resonance Glyph. Step into it, focus your mana, and it'll reveal the remaining two attributes that lie within."
Albion looked unsure. "...And it won't explode?"
Tillroo gave a thumbs up. "Only if you resist it. So… don't resist it."
Chame snickered. "Great pep talk, really encouraging."
Albion sighed and stepped onto the glyph. The runes hummed to life, light pulsing up around him in a soft glow. At first, it shone a brilliant white — unmistakably Light. Then, streaks of Black and Blue rippled through.
Spellcode raised his brow. "Ah. Fascinating. Primary: Light. Secondary: Dark. Tertiary: Water."
Chame looked at Albion Speak with Joy, as her prayers were answered, to rebdismiss Tillroo. "The Young Prince has the same Secondary Attributes as my Primary, Yeah".
Tillroo immediately huffed, pouting with crossed arms. "Tch. So what? I still get to train with him more often. Dark may be your thing, Chame, but I'm the better sparring partner!"
Chame smirked with a glint in her eye. "Says the girl who slipped on her ice glyph last week."
Dharc chuckled from the side. "I was wondering why she looked like a frozen pancake."
Tillroo's face flushed red. "That was one time! And the floor was slippery!"
Albion, meanwhile, was still taking it all in. "So… Light, Dark, and Water. What does that even mean in terms of spells?"
Spellcode nodded. "Good question. Light is power, speed, and clarity. Dark is secrecy, illusions, and binding. Water is flow, adaptability, and control. A rare mix. Very versatile… and dangerous, if honed well."
Eria looked thoughtful. "It makes sense, honestly. You've got the heart of a leader, but you've also been through enough to understand pain and change."
Wynn smiled. "And now that we know, we can start crafting spells that match your core. Customized combat training!"
Albion blinked. "Customized?"
Spellcode clapped his hands. "Yep! Starting tomorrow, sunrise training sessions. Let's get that soul of yours to stop napping and start snapping!"
Albion groaned. "...I immediately regret asking."
Chame laughed. "Too late! Welcome to the real training arc, Prince Charming."
Then they heard a cough; as they turned their heads, they saw it was House DragonMaid, as she walked up to the group.
Albion spoke in his head. "Yup, that is house DragonMaid, I was wondering when I was gonna see her".
House DragonMaid made a bow to Albion as she spoke. "It is a pleasure to finally meet young Prince".
Albion looked at the older maid, responsible for taking care of the Mansion and Other Maids. "Thank, Miss House".
House DragonMaid smiled at him as she spoke. "Thank, young Master; now that has been done, let me introduce you to someone".
Albion spoke in his mind. "I already knew where this was going, just bring my next Personal Maid".
House DragonMaid looked behind her leg as she spoke. "Go on come out".
As then pocking out, we head was Housekee, as she looked like one of her mothers, just a 6-year-old Version, just like How Chame looked like her mother Chambers DragonMaid and How Tillroo looked like her sister Kitchen DragonMaid.
"What is Dragon genetics in this world?". Was Albion thoughts.
Tillroo and Chame saw Housekee rush and hug their friend as all three of the kids fell.
House DragonMaid just sighed as she spoke. "She will be your 3rd Personal Maid; the other 3 Will be arriving with the Daughter once their training is over, Young Master".
Albion let out a dry chuckle as he sat up with Housekee clinging to him like a stuffed toy. "I guess I'm collecting maids like trading cards now."
Housekee looked up at him with wide, curious eyes. "You're smaller than I thought... but you feel really strong!"
Chame puffed her chest. "Of course he is! He's the prince and our friend!"
Tillroo crossed her arms, eyeing Housekee. "You better not slack off just because you're cute."
Housekee pouted. "Hmph! I helped my mom clean a full sky-floor suite by myself yesterday!"
Spellcode raised a brow. "Sky-floor? I'm impressed. Most adult maids don't even touch those."
House DragonMaid smiled proudly. "She's a prodigy in training. Her affinity is Supportive Light, very useful for magical cleaning and barrier reinforcement."
Albion raised an eyebrow. "Supportive Light?"
Spellcode nodded. "Think: shields, restoration, and magical enhancement. She might not be combat-oriented like Chame or Tillroo, but she'll be vital if you ever end up in extended engagements."
House DragonMaid then bowed again. "I shall leave you, young master. I must oversee the new shipment of arcane supplies and enchanted cleaning runes."
As she turned and left with quiet grace, Housekee clung to Albion's side like a koala. "I'm gonna be the best maid ever! I even brought my polishing wand!"
Albion sighed inwardly. "...This is gonna be one hell of a childhood."
Wynn whispered to Eria with a smirk, "At this rate, he'll have a maid army before he hits ten."
Eria nodded. "Royal harem route unlocked."
Albion's face twitched. "I heard that."
Wynn raised an eyebrow as Albion stood there, silent for a bit too long.
"You okay, Prince? You look like you're reviewing battle plans in your head."
Albion blinked and quickly smiled. "No, just... remembering a few things."
In his head, Albion continued,
"So far, I've met Chame — Chamber DragonMaid, Tillroo — Kitchen DragonMaid, and now Houskee — House DragonMaid. If this keeps up, then the rest should be arriving soon. That leaves Nurse DragonMaid, Parlor DragonMaid, and Laundry DragonMaid... If the pattern holds, they'll all show up as kids, just like the others."
He glanced at Housekee, who was now proudly showing her custom-made cleaning wand to Chame and Tillroo.
"Man, Dragon genetics in this world are seriously wild. Each of them looks like a mini-version of their adult card forms. It's like someone hit the 'chibi' button and called it lore."
Eria noticed his thoughtful stare. "What now? Planning how to organize your mini-maid brigade?"
Albion gave a sheepish grin. "You could say that."
Spellcode chuckled. "Get used to it, Prince. The DragonMaid family takes their duties seriously. And since you're under the royal line, the moment they heard you survived... well, let's just say several were preparing to send their daughters as attendants immediately."
Wynn narrowed her eyes. "Sounds less like service and more like a royal fan club."
Albion didn't respond, but inside, he already knew.
"If those three are still in training, they'll probably show up together... meaning I've got a few days before Parlor, Nurse, and Laundry make their debut. Better prepare myself."
After a while, Albion was with his Dad
King Albion looked at his son as he spoke. "Sense Spell code is gonna teach you more combat Spell; I will teach you two things today; the first is how to fly without any air or use anything as a jumping point".
Albion blinked. "Wait, you mean flying… without wings, wind magic, or using surfaces? That sounds like—"
King Albion smirked. "—Cheating? No, it's called Dominion Flight. It's the art of enforcing your presence upon the world so strongly that the world has no choice but to support you, also wings are still involved."
Albion tilted his head. "So… like walking on air just because I say so?"
The king nodded. "Exactly. Dragons aren't just creatures of power—we are rulers of the sky by nature. The air bends to our will. Dominion Flight is the expression of that will. You don't need the world's permission. You just tell it you're flying."
Albion looked intrigued. "And the second thing?"
King Albion looked at him as he spoke. "Your Breath Attack".
Albion looked at him as he spoke. "But I already can breathe Fire?".
King Albion looked at him as he spoke. "No, not that, your Unique Breath attack, one tired to our Primary Attribute, Light, all Dragons have Normal Breath attack fire and Attributes Breath attack, which is the superior one"
Albion's eyes widened slightly. "So… you mean I can shoot Light Breath?"
King Albion gave a proud nod. "Exactly. Fire is a tool—destructive, but common. But Light… that is your essence. Your Light Breath won't just burn — it will purge, illuminate, and obliterate darkness. It's not just an attack. It's a declaration of what you are."
Albion blinked, processing. "So how do I… do that?"
The King smiled. "You'll need to draw from deep within — not your stomach, like fire, but your core. Focus on everything that defines you — your will, your pride, your conviction — and then release it as Light."
Albion frowned in concentration, stepping back as golden energy began to flicker in his throat. There was a low hum, a build-up of pressure—
Then: Pffzzzzt.
A tiny, awkward beam of sparkly light shot out like a party popper.
The King tried not to laugh. "Well… you didn't explode. That's a start."
Albion groaned. "This is going to take a while."
King Albion placed a firm hand on his shoulder. "And I'll be here to guide you. You carry the blood of a King — and the light of a true Dragon. Now… once more. From the soul, not the lungs."
Albion clenched his fists and narrowed his eyes, the laughter of his father still ringing in his ears.
"From the soul… not the lungs…" he muttered, placing a hand over his chest.
He closed his eyes.
He shut out the world.
He focused inward—past the mana in his limbs, past the noise in his mind. Deeper.
Deeper…
And there it was. A gentle, pulsating warmth — like the heartbeat of the sun itself — nestled within his magical core. It wasn't wild or chaotic. It was calm. Steady. Bright.
His soul.
He inhaled, drawing in that light — not physically, but spiritually — and tilted his head skyward. Mana crackled around him, golden and white, humming with sacred intensity.
Then—
BOOM!
A blinding beam of radiant energy exploded from his mouth, surging into the sky like a holy lance. The clouds above split for a moment, light piercing through like day had reclaimed the heavens.
King Albion shielded his eyes, his expression turning from amused to amazed.
When the blast faded, Albion stood there, panting slightly, light still crackling in his teeth.
"…Whoa," he whispered.
King Albion let out a low whistle. "You just fired a True Light Breath… on your second try."
Albion looked up. "That was… incredible. I felt like… like I was burning and glowing at the same time."
His father smiled. "Good. You felt it. That's what being a Dragon of Light is. You don't just cast magic — you become it. And now that you've unlocked that part of yourself…"
He stepped closer and placed a hand on Albion's shoulder.
"…You're ready for the next stage of your training."
Albion blinked. "Wait, that wasn't the next stage?"
King Albion smirked. "That was just lighting the candle, my son. Now… we make it a blazing sun."
To be continued
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