As Gara approached the three of them, he recalled what Hilda had told him: a dragon's human form normally revealed horns and scales.
The appearance Hilda showed every day was thanks to the Illusite Dragon, a disguise crystal crafted so dragons could blend in with humans.
It hid their horns and scales but couldn't suppress the aura they gave off.
Just like the aura rolling off Ares—the pure-blood dragon.
But using an Illusite Dragon was never comfortable, especially for pure-bloods whose horns and scales stored immense energy.
Hilda had long grown used to it. She'd been using one since she served the prince, who often slipped into human territory to 'play.'
But Ares? This was his first time using one—and as a pure-blood, he must have been struggling.
Is that why he feels so stiff? Doesn't fit his 'cheerful' trait at all, Gara mused.
Out loud, he said to the golden-eyed man at the door, "Ares, if the Illusite Dragon feels uncomfortable, you can take it off."
