Evil Dragon: The young dragon I picked up keeps planning on becoming an empress

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"Erinna gave you this hammer to help you refine your dragon body. Do you want to try out the power of this hammer?"

"???"

The young dragon's purple-golden vertical pupil flared with wariness. What was the Evil Dragon up to? Was he looking for revenge?

It was just a little joke on him just now, wasn't it?

He wasn't that petty, was he?

"You give me the hammer, and I'll try it myself. Sister Erinna told me how to use the hammer."

Lance weighed the hammer in his hand and handed it back to the young dragon.

Having received the hammer, the young dragon raised it to gently tap her own head, just about to give herself a hit.

She saw a strange smile flash in the Evil Dragon's golden-red eyes.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing."

"You're definitely laughing at something!"

"Alright, I admit I laughed, dragon whelp... Don't you think hitting yourself on the head with a hammer... makes you look kind of dumb... like you have no wisdom?"

"...."

That made sense.

She also felt that hitting herself on the head with a hammer looked rather silly, as if she lacked intelligence.

"Give it here, I'll hammer you. We'll start gently and gradually increase the strength, trying to find a strength of the Power of Thunder that can refine your dragon body without hurting you."

Huh?

Yeah, that way she wouldn't look stupid.

The young dragon handed the hammer to the Evil Dragon.

Receiving the hammer, the Evil Dragon tapped the young dragon's head neither too lightly nor too heavily, the faint Power of Thunder making the young dragon's body feel a bit tingly.

"How does that feel?"

"The Power of Thunder released by this strength... doesn't seem to do much to me, you can go a bit heavier."

"Fine."

Another hit, and this time the young dragon's body flashed with blue and purple lightning, shaking unnaturally.

"The Power of Thunder at this strength is still bearable, I think you can go a little harder."

"Fine."

On the third hit, there was a flash of lightning and a roll of thunder, and the young dragon fainted.

Before passing out, she felt as though she had been tricked again, handing the hammer to the Evil Dragon, letting him hit her... seemed to be the real lack of wisdom...

The cunning and petty Evil Dragon... had taken his chance at revenge... again.

Ingrid peeked out from the dining room, saw the young dragon Highness convulsing on the ground from time to time, and quietly withdrew herself.

The Viscount was bullying the young dragon Highness with his training again...

The young dragon Highness was foolish too, always falling for the Viscount's tricks.

Well, if it were her, she might have been fooled by Viscount's stream of twisted reasoning too.

Lance crouched down, flicked the young dragon whelp's forehead, "Dragon whelp, remember, not everyone who says they have your best interests at heart is a good person, they could also be a bad person. Let's see if you dare to trust others so easily in the future."

"Viscount... Why do you always bully the young dragon Highness?"

"It's better to be tricked by me than to be tricked by a bad person someday. The losses she suffers from me will become her experiences and wisdom in the future."

"I hope the young dragon Highness can understand your good intentions."

"She will understand; the dragon whelp is naïve yet clever."

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Great wisdom masked by folly?

The Young Dragoness was not such a creature at all, she was simply naïve.

Ingrid hurried away.

Lance sat cross-legged beside the fainted Young Dragon, studying the hammer in his hand capable of unleashing the Power of Thunder.

He could control the intensity of the Power of Thunder by how hard he swung.

It wasn't very convenient, with the Young Dragon's capacity to learn, without half a year, she probably wouldn't be able to control the hammer at will.

Should he refine it again for her?

Add a few settings to the hammer?

With settings corresponding to the Thunder's might, the Young Dragon wouldn't have to guess the power needed.

Easy and simple.

After contemplating for a while, Lance gave up on that idea, let the Dragon Whelp use it as is, it might train her control over her own strength.

Lance placed the hammer into the Young Dragon's Lucky Coin.

His right hand pointed at the collapsed Young Dragon, and she floated automatically onto the sofa.

After covering the Dragon Whelp with a blanket, he went upstairs to his bedroom to sleep.

He wasn't going back to Black Dragon Island tonight, he'd sleep in Saint Blue.

As for the Young Dragon's homework....

He would make up for it on the day of the gods' rest.

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Thunder Dragon Erinna, on her way back to the Dragon God Temple, felt as if she'd forgotten something, but couldn't recall what it was after thinking for ages....

Only when she thought of the Elf she dined with tonight at the Human Viscount's house did she remember what she'd forgotten....

She forgot to tell the Elf that the Human Viscount is not only the Evil Dragon Sword Ancestor but also a spirit summoner.

The identity of the Spirit Summoner... didn't seem as shocking as the Evil Dragon Sword Ancestor.

Well, if she forgot, then let the Elf discover it slowly.

Next time she visits the Earl's Mansion, she must hide her dragon tail... so the Human Viscount can't grab it and throw her out again....

That ageing man... there's a reason he couldn't find a wife.

However, after getting to know him, being with the Human Viscount... was rather comfortable.

And that damned Black Dragon, just you wait, next time I see you, I'll make sure you kneel and call me sister!!!

Remembering how she called the Black Dragon 'brother' and how he vomited right in front of her, she felt an intense urge to kill that damned Black Dragon.

Just because he had kids, he could disdain her, an unwed Thunder Giant Dragon like that?

Thinking of that Pureblood Black Dragon wandering in the Human World, she kicked the snow on the ground hard.

She would go learn swordsmanship from the Human Viscount tomorrow.

Having arrived at the Dragon God Temple, Erinna cleaned the snowflakes from her hair and clothes before entering the temple.

In the past, she would already be asleep by now, but tonight she decided to read before sleeping.

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The female Elf Amelia who had returned to Saint Blue City was using the projection communicator to contact her former teammates.

The hero Reg was busy with something and didn't answer her projection call.

With no other option, she decided to contact the most introverted character in the group.

After a long wait, the projection was finally answered.

A figure in a wide black robe, wielding an enormous black scythe, appeared in the projection.