"How do you know my name is Illya?"
"Before I answer your question, why don't you ask for my name first?"
"May I have your name?"
"Lance."
"???"
"Black Dragon Lance, a Pureblood Black Dragon that has lived for three thousand four hundred and fifty-six years."
Mist rose from the giant body of the Black Dragon, and when the mist had dissipated, Lance, in his human form, appeared before Illya.
"I am not human, my true form is that of a Giant Dragon, a Pureblood Black Dragon."
Illya was bewildered, and it took her a long time to comprehend the situation before her.
Black Dragon Lance...was Sorcerer-pharmacist Lance.
The Lance she liked was not human, but a Pureblood Dragon.
That is to say, she had fallen in love with a Pureblood Dragon who had lived for over three thousand four hundred years.
"Do Venus, Amelia, Reg... do they know you are not human, but a Black Dragon?"
"They just found out today."