Evil Dragon: The young dragon I picked up keeps planning on becoming an empress Chapter 87 Fertilizer Smells Nice, Come Take a Whiff Young M

Anxiety and despair enveloped the young dragon Lucia.

The Evil Dragon was too insubordinate, brazenly sitting in the center of the temple and painting a picture of the Valkyrie Statue.

Only the most, most, most devout of clergy with the strongest drawing skills had the privilege to paint the likeness of a deity.

Those who were not clergy tasked with spreading the faith had no such privilege.

Not only was the Evil Dragon not clergy tasked with missionary work, but he wasn't even clergy at all. He had no right to paint the likeness of a deity, and what consequences would co from forcefully doing so... she didn't know, nor did she want to know.

Now, she just wanted to kneel and watch the Evil Dragon paint the likeness of a deity.

The Evil Dragon wasn't afraid of the Valkyrie ting out divine punishnt, but she was.

Had she known that the Evil Dragon was going to paint in front of the Valkyrie Statue in the temple, she might as well have supported the Evil Dragon in "borrowing" the Valkyrie Statue the night before.

"I... I... I have limited energy, and I don't want to learn how to paint for the mont. Lance... how about... we go outside the temple to paint?"

"Can't be bothered to move. Let's just stay here. Don't be so tense. I've told you before, deities aren't as petty as you imagine. Painting in front of a deity's statue won't cause the deity to hold a grudge against you. Besides... a deity might not have the ti to watch over their followers all the ti.

If you harbor good intentions and hold reverence in your heart, even if you occasionally do sothing out of line in front of a deity's statue, the deity will not bla you.

Deities are kind, they are rciful. My actions may seem like a desecration of the deity, but in fact... when I am painting the deity... my heart is cleaner than ever, my eyes clearer than ever.

I am more devout than the most pious clergy. You, and those few clergy mbers don't understand , but the Valkyrie understands ."

Divine punishnt?

If one really committed an act of desecration against a deity and the deity sensed it, then perhaps the deity would indeed send down divine punishnt.

Painting the Valkyrie, Lance didn't feel that his actions were a desecration of the deity.

The mont he took up the brush, all those ssy thoughts in his head dispersed, and his spirit beca clear and serene.

Shrunken down to around one and a half ters, the young dragon felt the Evil Dragon's aura seed to have changed again.

Indifferent, casual, unrestrained, fearless, unafraid.

Does this seem like a person who desecrates deities?

Would soone who desecrates deities possess such a clean, pure, fresh, and natural aura?

Yes.

Fresh and natural.

Strangely, though "fresh and natural" was used to describe the air, the young dragon had never thought that one day these words could describe a person's aura.

The capricious Evil Dragon.

He can be a flamboyant Evil Dragon.

He can be a poor Evil Dragon.

He can be a stingy and capricious Evil Dragon.

He can be an immature and playful Evil Dragon.

He can be a fresh and natural Evil Dragon.

Just not like the Evil Dragons of legend...

The Evil Dragon stared at the Valkyrie Statue, probably conceptualizing in his mind how to begin the painting.

The young dragon tiptoed a few steps backward, beckoning with her dragon claw to the bishop, Golden Feather Knight, and priest standing in front of the statue... signaling for the three clergy mbers to co over from the sides of the temple.

The Fat Bishop, Golden Feather Knight, and priest understood the young dragon's gesture, and subconsciously mimicked her tiptoeing towards her.

Halfway there, the Fat Bishop suddenly realized that they were on their ho turf; why were they being so cautious?

Also, as clergy of the temple, why were they following the commands of a little young dragon?

Well, they had already co this far, might as well hear what the little young dragon had to say.

"Father, could you please take these two clergy mbers to the entrance of the temple and stand guard there for now? Don't let the faithful enter the temple for the ti being, to avoid alarming the Evil... person... to avoid alarming that wicked person who is painting."

"Alright." The Fat Bishop thought the young dragon's suggestion made sense. Before the one sitting in the center of the temple picked up a brush, he felt that the individual was incongruent with the temple, like a drop of ink invading a white sheet of paper.

That feeling suddenly vanished at so mont. Now looking again... the person sitting in the center of the temple, painting with a brush... seed extraordinarily harmonious with the temple. When looking at him, that sense of being an outsider vanished...

He seed very harmonious, very natural, as though he was an inherent part of the temple, that he should naturally be there...

Instead, it was they, the temple's clergy, who seed like [outsiders]...

That was outrageous.

Surely they had been influenced by the person sitting in the center of the temple.

Just what kind of background did that person have...

The tiny Lionheart City shouldn't have such talent....

Soone as outstanding and strange as him... should go to the capital city.

Being able to blend into the God Temple's environnt, making these clergyn beco "outsiders".

Why does it feel a bit like the legendary "Domain"?

It's similar, but not the sa.

Forget it, this is not soone to provoke, as long as he doesn't blasphe the deities, it's fine. As for driving him away....

Unless the Holy Knights from the headquarters make a trip to Lionheart City...

Wait... him, as a bishop... why is he being commanded by a young dragon?

He's a bishop, right? Doesn't he have any pride?

"Young dragon... you...."

"Shh, keep it down, and... when you address as a young dragon, please add 'Your Highness' after it. You can call 'Young Dragon Your Highness', just like the naive City Lord's daughter does."

"....."

The young dragon fears deities, not temple clergyn; she's the Princess of the Phalan Empire, only a clergy of the pope's level could intimidate her.

On this point, her stinky older sister is stronger than her; facing the pope... her stinky older sister doesn't show the slightest weakness.

That stinky older sister must be trying to emulate that ancient person, diminishing the temple's influence over the imperial power within the empire's domain.

If she could actually do it... she really wouldn't want to admit that her stinky older sister is more outstanding than her....

The Valkyrie statue, the Evil Dragon spent nearly three hours drawing it.

"Hungry, let's go, dragon whelp, ti to eat."

"What are we eating?"

"What do you want to eat?"

"I want to drink coffee, eat steak, have dessert, and touch the Cat Maid's fluffy cat ears and tail."

"Sure, let's go. I still have a bottle of red wine left over from last night, I'll let you try it."

"......"

The bishop, priest, and Golden Feather Knight stood at the entrance of the temple, watching Young Dragon Your Highness and that lunatic leave.

During the afternoon prayers, they had to ask the Valkyrie's forgiveness for not being "brave" enough in their sins...

Against that lunatic, they simply couldn't muster the courage.

The key thing is that he could make himself and the temple look good together, sothing these clergyn couldn't achieve.

It really bothered them.

.......

The young dragon felt even worse; during lunch, she touched the Cat Maid's fluffy cat tail and cat ears with her dragon claws.

What was she doing in the afternoon?

She and Joanna were fertilizing the well-arranged garden soil!

What were the raw materials for that high-quality fertile fertilizer? Dragon poop from the Evil Dragon.

Petting a cute Cat Maid at noon.

In the afternoon, she and Joanna, the naive daughter of the City Lord's Mansion, were playing with the stinky stuff from the Evil Dragon....

She's the Princess of the Phalan Empire; on the twenty-second day after being captured by the Evil Dragon from the capital, before learning to farm, she learned to fertilize....

What was the Evil Dragon doing?

He lay on a rocking chair, counting the money Joanna had earned from selling octopus balls last night.

Joanna converted Nosilver into Nuojin, aning the Evil Dragon was lying in the rocking chair, counting gold coins....

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"Young Dragon Your Highness, this fertilizer is of excellent quality, where did you get it? It even slls fragrant, don't believe ? Take a whiff."

The naive daughter of the City Lord's Mansion Joanna grabbed a handful of the clearly defined fertilizer from a clean bag and brought it to the masked young dragon to sll.

"Ugh!!! Joanna!!! I'm going to bite you to death!!!! You idiot, do you know what you're playing with?!!!!!"