Evil Dragon: The young dragon I picked up keeps planning on becoming an empress Chapter 95 The Valkyrie Seems to Dislike Her Ugly Statue

Valkyrie Statue?

No wonder I've felt like I was forgetting sothing before, it turns out what I had forgotten was this matter.

"Indeed, I forgot to return the Valkyrie Statue; I had planned to give it back to them yesterday, but then I noticed it was the holy day off, and thought about taking the Dragon Whelp to play, and then I forgot about it.

Tomorrow, I'll return the Valkyrie Statue first thing in the morning."

"....."

So it really was you who "borrowed" the Valkyrie Statue from the temple.

Lance is definitely not housekeeper Brandon's teacher, I don't believe housekeeper Brandon's teacher would be so brazen.

Supposedly a cultured and easy-going person, why do they act so outrageous?

Even when talking about forgetting to return the statue, there is a look of nonchalance.

An elegant and unrestrained scoundrel?

No wonder Father said Little Dragon Highness found a very good knight.

My father also said... So knights subconsciously treat their contracted pets as mounts, but Lance wouldn't. Because it seems like Lance is raising Little Dragon Highness as his daughter.

Being a father himself, with a daughter of his own, he could feel it.

I rember jokingly asking that night why Father didn't consider marrying to Lord Lance this ti, since he's so outstanding.

My Father laughed and said: Not suitable.

At that ti, I coyly replied: Suitable, suitable... Lord Lance is still worthy of .

Then my father added with a chuckle: What I ant was that my precious daughter is not suitable for that Lord Lance.

So what Father ant was that it was I who was not worthy of Lance, not the other way around...

To say such a thing... coming from one's own father... It's quite hurtful.

"Then I'll go back tonight and pass the ssage to the Fat Bishop."

"That won't be necessary, you don't need to worry about this matter, I will handle it."

"Oh."

Then I'll follow Lord Lance's wishes.

"Give a small bottle of sunscreen."

Joanna obediently handed Lance a bottle of sunscreen.

The sunscreen, formulated and refined by Lord Lance, has a dicinal fragrance, feels cool and refreshing when applied to the skin, and slls much nicer afterward.

The scent is fresh and elegant, one doesn't tire of it even after slling it for a long ti.

Little Dragon Highness is right, Lord Lance indeed has quite a few good things.

"You look after the Dragon Whelp's scales on her back, and I will take care of her head."

"???"

The Evil Dragon personally doing skincare for her head?

Does taking care of her head himself make it more handy to hit?

Huh?

The Evil Dragon's massage made her head feel sleepy...

The Young Dragon fell asleep.

Basking in the afternoon sun, lying on the warm soft beach, it was comfortable and pleasant...

When she woke up, the sea had turned golden.

Joanna sat with her knees hugged to her chest on the beach, facing the golden sea.

The Evil Dragon sat in a chair, with an easel in front of him, painting Joanna.

The freshly awakened Young Dragon, too lazy to move, lay there, resting her head on her claws quietly watching the Evil Dragon paint Joanna.

The Squid Mother was sitting behind the Evil Dragon, occasionally stretching a tentacle into the paints the Evil Dragon was using for painting, then retracting the tentacle to suck on it.

Her lips were stained with the colors of the Evil Dragon's paints, turning them into a rainbow of hues.

Squid Mother... really dares to eat anything...

No wonder the Evil Dragon, when bringing her to the Human World, would put her in a bag...

But... the Squid Mother who eats anything looks kind of cute and silly... makes want to keep her...

But I only dare to think about it, if I really took Squid Mother to the imperial capital, by the next day, the capital would probably experience a large number of missing people and livestock.

Eat stealthily then.

The Evil Dragon doesn't care, and nobody can handle the greedy Squid Mother.

Anyway, the Evil Dragon's paints won't poison the Squid Mother to death.

In the words of the Evil Dragon, the paints he uses for his paintings are purely natural and unpolluted.

Watching the thieving Squid Mother, Evil Dragon, young lady, and the golden sea...

The Young Dragon also got the inspiration to paint.

Being an imperial Princess, I have had exposure to painting; although my paintings are not as pretty as the Evil Dragon's...

But one can tell it's a painting...

What's in the heart must be put into action.

The Young Dragon took out a diary and the set of colored pens Evil Dragon gave her from the Lucky Coin, opened the diary, and began to paint.

After an unknown length of ti, the Young Dragon heard Joanna thanking the Evil Dragon.

"Does Lord Lance really want to give this painting to ? I like it very much, thank you, Lord Lance. No trouble at all... It's an honor to be invited by Lord Lance to vacation and have fun here today, this holy day off is probably the most aningful...

The most unforgettable one I've ever had... Thanks again to Lord Lance..."

The Young Dragon saw Joanna holding the painting given by the Evil Dragon, bowing to thank him.

The Evil Dragon appears to be generous when it cos to giving gifts...

You can receive gifts from him, but you can't borrow money...

The principles behind the Evil Dragon's actions are indeed strange...

In the evening, the Evil Dragon held another bonfire party.

Barbecue.

Fruit wine.

Fruits.

Nuts.

And roasted corn.

The Young Dragon accidentally ate too much, her little belly becoming round and full again.

Joanna wanted to touch her round little belly, but I didn't agree, and then lost myself in Joanna calling 'Little Dragon Highness'... and let her call emperor.

She even said that once she beca the Emperor, she would make Joanna an honorary Duchess.

That cracked Joanna up.

The little dragon prince, tipsy from the magical fruit wine, was really cute... adorably silly.

But although she was the daughter of a small kingdom's City Lord, she knew that the Giant Dragon Clan didn't seem to have the concept of an Emperor...

There was the Dragon King.

The little dragon prince probably aspired to be the Dragon King.

As they drank on, Joanna felt that she might have also had too much to drink; she thought she saw a "mountain" moving on the beach.

When she rubbed her eyes and looked again, it was still.

Lord Lance's fruit wine... not a high degree... but intoxicating nonetheless when drunk in excess.

Before ten o'clock at night, Lance took Joanna back to the City Lord's Mansion.

Er Gouzi, who had played the role of Big Brother Dog in Lionheart City all day, caught Lance's scent, ran up to him, and followed him ho.

Visiting the Human World was fine, but spending the night was out of the question.

There's no place like your own doghouse, said the Evil Dragon Lance.

When they returned to the island, the Young Dragon was asleep beside the still burning bonfire.

Turtle lay on the beach, using its massive body to shield the Young Dragon from the wind.

Lance transford back into the Black Dragon, lied down not far from the Young Dragon, curled his dragon tail to protect the sleeping Young Dragon in the center, using his own draconic body and tail to shield the Young Dragon from the night's chill.

........

July 12th on the Black Dragon Calendar.

The Young Dragon woke up early, unusually not having dreamt of the Evil Dragon teaching her Dragon Script in her dreams last night.

She got up early in the morning, feeling fresh and clear-headed.

Not long after she woke up, the Evil Dragon also opened his golden-red vertical pupils.

"Good morning, Lance..."

"Good morning."

"Are we going to Lionheart City today?"

"Mhm, to return the Valkyrie Statue to the Temple."

"Oh, if you return the Valkyrie Statue to the Temple, will Sister Sophia still be able to talk to you in the painting?"

"I don't know, the past two days... Sophia in the painting hasn't spoken, she must have gone on a divine holiday."

"....Is Sister Sophia really a Valkyrie?"

"She might be a Valkyrie, but the Valkyrie might not be her."

"???"

Could you speak more plainly? A minor princess, her brain still not fully developed, really couldn't understand so things.

"Practice Health Cultivation Skill."

"Oh."

Breakfast was porridge and scallion pancakes.

They'd eaten too much at last night, and having a light porridge in the morning felt comforting.

After enjoying breakfast, the Evil Dragon took her through the portal to Lionheart City.

.......

Lionheart City, Valkyrie Temple.

The Fat Bishop Franco, who was waiting early in the temple for Lance... didn't get to see Lance, but instead, a Holy Knight from the Valkyrie Temple in the royal capital arrived.

The Holy Knight was a middle-aged man nad Steven, dressed in black and red Knight's Regular Attire.

Upon arriving at the temple, he was imdiately drawn to the portrait of the Valkyrie hanging at the center of the temple.

Such a strong sense of divinity.

He felt that the divinity of the Valkyrie painting in the center of the temple was even stronger than the Valkyrie Statue in the royal capital...

What was going on?

Was Bishop Franco here waiting for him to inspect the Valkyrie painting on display?

"I am Holy Knight Steven from the Valkyrie Temple in the royal capital, Bishop Franco, long ti no see."

"Holy Knight Steven, long ti no see."

"There was no need for you to co to the temple so early to et ."

"I am here not to et you but waiting for soone to return the statue."

"???"

Not to welco him, the Holy Knight?

Waiting for soone to return a statue?

What did that an? Could it be that soone dared to steal the Valkyrie Statue from the temple?

In all his years, he had never heard about the theft of a divine statue.

"Bishop Franco, that joke isn't funny at all."

"I am not joking."

Steven noticed that Franco's expression alternated between solemn and worried, sensing the situation might not be as simple as he imagined.

"The Valkyrie Statue… is it really gone?"

"Mhm."

"The heretic who desecrated the Valkyrie, where is he? Let pierce him with my spear."

"Holy Knight Steven... to be honest... the lost statue... I don't want it back... I want to worship this Valkyrie painting..."

It wasn't that he, the bishop, despised the Valkyrie Statue that had been cherished for many years...

It was the Valkyrie who seed to despise that long-cherished statue...

The Valkyrie liked this painting...

He could clearly feel... the divinity of this painting... growing stronger with each passing day...

What did this indicate?

It indicated that the Valkyrie was very satisfied with this painting...

The past few days, he couldn't wait for that madman to return the Valkyrie Statue...

Today, he hoped that the madman would take the Valkyrie Statue and vanish into the distance... no need to return it...