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

Having grown accustomed to seeing fair-skinned girls, coming across one with an oddly colored complexion... was quite nice.

The bluish-purple skin didn't look bad to him, the Black Dragon, even a bit dashing.

The Giant Dragon's slit pupils... could discern the beauty in individuals of different species...

Little did he expect that the young rascal who disguised herself as a boy would choose to become a witch-lich.

The body of a witch-lich, having an exotic complexion, was quite normal.

Lance lifted his hand to rub Princess Elusha's head, he had never disliked this little girl, not more than two thousand years ago.

And he still didn't dislike her after over two thousand years.

"If one day you no longer want to be a witch-lich and wish for reincarnation, just tell me, and I'll help you break free."

Princess Elusha probably didn't have much attachment to eternal life, and now that she had seen him again, the crisis facing her royal brother Andre was about to be resolved by him.

The grievances and affection from more than two thousand years ago were bound to be settled today, and if Princess Elusha, who was letting go of her obsessions, wished to be reincarnated... he could help her break free.

Death God Solomon probably wouldn't mind doing him such a favor.

"Having become a witch-lich, rejected by hell, despised by heaven... do I still qualify to be reincarnated?"

"Yes."

Once again smiling, he patted Princess Elusha's head and withdrew his right hand, walking past her towards Andre.

He truly hadn't expected both siblings to be alive more than two thousand years later.

Elusha chose to become an undying witch-lich.

Andre chose to sell his soul and enter into a contract with a Demon to extend his time in the Human World.

How bitter.

Children of a hard fate.

"Teacher...."

"A more than two-thousand-year-old man now, stop your weeping, I've done well after my death.... but your decision to find my body was foolish, even more foolish was... in order to find my body, you sold your own soul... and made a pact with a Demon.

You didn't really think that Demons are easy to deal with or easy to fool, did you? The Demons that could respond to you and sign a contract with you... even the lowest are mid-ranking Demons.

If the Demon that made a contract with you can descend to the Human World in its true form through the contract, then this mid-ranking Demon's strength might far exceed your expectations.

But the fact that you've managed to deal with a Demon for over two thousand years... proves that you're much better than I had imagined, Andre... as your teacher, I'm proud of you."

Lance gently patted Andre's shoulder, his eyes showing relief.

"Let me take a look at the watering can in your hand."

Andre subconsciously handed over the Golden Watering Can made of gold to his former teacher.

The Golden Watering Can adorned with gemstones...

Having lived for more than three thousand years... it was the first time he had seen such a lavish Golden Kettle...

"It feels really good."

"I'm giving it to you, Teacher."

"After embezzling so much gold and jewelry from me, you're giving me just a Golden Kettle?"

"What are you saying, Teacher? Was that embezzlement? It was clearly the inheritance you left for your student."

Lance pocketed the Golden Kettle, and landed a light punch on Andre's arm.

The cheeky kid even dared to embezzle his inheritance, unthinkable.

"You're really hitting me, Teacher? I was just teasing you. Not only the Golden Watering Can is yours... this Golden Manor is also yours."

Seeing his teacher more than two thousand years later, Andre felt nothing unfamiliar; every now and then, he could see his teacher at "historical nodes."
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Two thousand years... felt like nothing to him.

"I'll accept the Golden Kettle, but the Golden Manor is yours, consider it a gift from me, your teacher."

If Andre had offered him this Golden Manor two thousand years ago, he would have accepted it without hesitation.

Now... never mind, the yin energy of the Golden Manor is too strong, and after Andre lived there for two thousand years, it accumulated too many of his emotions.

To him, the Golden Manor would be at most a collectible, the only place he recognized as home was Black Dragon Island.

"Teacher, the Golden Manor was specially built for you, if you don't live here..."

"Living there makes no difference whether it's you or me, of course... if you wish to die and be reborn... then I might take the Golden Manor off your hands. If you have no thoughts of rebirth, then continue living there, and I might occasionally bring the Dragon Whelp over to stay for a few days."

Lance motioned to the Young Dragon.

The Young Dragon trotted over to the Evil Dragon's side, upon seeing Andre, excitement flashed in her eyes, holding the throne despite Princess Elusha's forces bearing down, was not only due to having an excellent teacher like the Evil Dragon, but also Andre's own outstanding talents.

Once she returned to the capital, she planned to become the Emperor of Farolan with her own strength.

"Her name is Lucia, an underage Amethyst Young Dragon, and for a long time to come... I'll be busy raising her."

"Teacher... is she your... daughter?"

"You could say that."

She was his daughter, but one found rather than begotten.

In the future, he must not say "found" in front of the Dragon Whelp, already half a year of caring had built an emotional bond...

Telling the Dragon Whelp to her face she was found might upset her.

He was still looking forward to the day the Dragon Whelp would voluntarily call him "Daddy."

It was becoming more promising by the day; in another decade, or a hundred years... the Dragon Whelp might willingly call him "Daddy."

He hoped it wouldn't be on the day he lay dying that the Dragon Whelp would finally let go of her reserve... and call him "Daddy."

"Understood, Teacher. From now on, I'll treat her as my own daughter... ah, ouch... not Teacher... why did you hit me again?"

"You're trying to take my daughter...."

"..."

Andre didn't know whether to laugh or cry; how did his teacher of over two thousand years... become so obsessed with his daughter?

He was better not provoke him...

Perhaps it would be better to treat the young dragon with an Amethyst turtle shell on her head as a very dear junior.