Support Arrived.

Valerian was sighing while he looked at the night sky through the window in the attic of the Battlemage tower. It has been a week since he found out his problem, but there has been no result when he looked for a cure of it. 

After a week, all the books that could be related to dragons have ran out. As for the other magicals, Valerian never thought of their involvement with the dragon race. Just when he was thinking what could be done his soul communication bead shook. 

The way to exchange connections with each other was to touch the beads and pass on a wisp of mana inside the other party's bead through yours. Valerian fished out his communication bead from the magic pouch and accepted the connection. 

'Valerian.', said the other party. 

The silver-haired boy recognized who this person was and smiled after days as he said, 'Finally recalled that you have a friend, Your Highness Morgana.'