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

Lionheart City, City Lord's Mansion.

Fifteen-year-old Joanna, wearing water shoes and a straw hat, was squatting on the ground, using a small hoe to clear away the pebbles in the garden.

The garden's plants and flowers had always been tended by the butler, Brandon. When he was alive, if a maid accidentally knocked a flower off, he would grieve for a long time.

If she, the young lady of the City Lord's Mansion, wanted to pick some flowers to decorate her room, Brandon would immediately bring over a potted plant to her bedroom door.

He never gave her the chance to cut flowers from the garden.

Sometimes she wondered if the flowers and plants in the garden had vanished because Brandon, the butler, feared they would suffer.

So, did he take them with him when he left?

To continue caring for his beloved plants and flowers on the other side?

At least he could have left her something. He left no last words, and he was too reluctant to leave any plants or flowers behind for her...

It's not like she couldn't take care of plants.

Reluctant to leave even a single plant for her, yet he didn't keep his word. He had clearly said he wanted to see her married, and to help her raise children.

Alas, that night she slept just a tad too deeply, and when she awoke in the middle of the night, Butler Brandon had already departed for another world.

She couldn't think about it any longer; if she did, she might shed precious tears.

The butler always said it's good for a young girl to smile more.

A maid approached the entrance of the garden: "Miss, there is a visitor. He said the late Butler Brandon was his student and he has some matters he would like to discuss with you. Will you... see him?"

"Brandon's teacher?" Joanna set down her hoe, stood up, and took off her straw hat, "Please invite him to the sitting room, I'll tidy myself up and personally entertain Brandon's teacher."

"Very well, Miss."

The maid turned and left.

Brandon's teacher... He must have come to investigate the cause of Butler Brandon's death.

....

After a simple wash, Joanna changed into a black dress and came to the sitting room.

A guest?

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Was a guest of her father dressed a bit too festively?

Joanna furrowed her brows slightly.

Her father's guest was a young man who appeared to be in his late twenties, tall and handsome, wearing a set of purplish-red clothing that somewhat resembled a tailcoat but not quite, with a pair of glossy, polished leather shoes.

His eyes were golden-red, rather attractive, and his hair was styled in a slick back—a style that Butler Brandon had suddenly grown fond of in the past year.

And he was with a little girl... no, not a little girl, but a...young Amethyst Dragon?

A Dragon Knight?

After glancing at her father's guest, Joanna shifted her gaze in search of Brandon's teacher.

"Janice, come here a moment."

A girl dressed as a maid obediently approached Joanna.

"Didn't I ask you to welcome Brandon's teacher to the hall? Where is the old gentleman? You didn't lead him to Father's study, did you?"

"Miss... that very young looking man... is Butler Brandon's teacher."

Maid Janice was also unconvinced of the young age of Butler Brandon's teacher. She had heard that powerful supernaturals could maintain their appearance at a certain age.

Since Butler Brandon's teacher had a young Amethyst Dragon, it seemed likely that he was a Dragon Knight.

Dragon Knights are generally very strong.

What?

This young man in the flashy purple clothing is Butler Brandon's teacher?

Not a guest of her father's?

Joanna stood in shock, then began to doubt the young man's identity.

"So you're the child Brandon mentioned, not bad, not bad, a lovely child, just a bit thin."

"May I ask... are you really Butler Brandon's teacher?"

"Hmm."

"He's dead, do you know that?"

"I know," Lance, sitting on the sofa, gestured toward the sofa across from him and smiled at Joanna, "Let's sit down to talk."

"Okay, thank... thank you?"

This is her home, why should she say thank you?

And then there's this young man, calling her "child" so naturally, even more smoothly than her grandfather...

"Child, you can call me Grandpa Lance... Of course, if you think my face looks too young and can't bring yourself to say it, next time you come, I can switch to an older, kind-hearted face."

Changing to an older face was a simple matter for him, otherwise how would the members of the Bronze Bounty Guild address him as Elder Lance?

The Young Dragon squatting on the sofa had a hard time looking directly at the Evil Dragon's human form.

Having gotten used to the Evil Dragon's ferocious dragon face, it was not easy to adapt to the sudden change to a young man wearing a flashy purple suit.

When she squatted beside the Evil Dragon previously, she felt like a Young Dragon.

Now squatting beside the Evil Dragon, she felt like she was the Evil Dragon's Contract Dragon, a mount...

She asked the Evil Dragon why he wore a flashy purple suit, and the Evil Dragon touched her bald head with a smile, remaining silent...

Matching outfits for father and daughter, could he tell you that?

However, when she and the Evil Dragon appeared in front of the City Lord's Mansion's gate and stood side by side, she understood.

It was all about color coordination!

She was an Amethyst Dragon, and the Evil Dragon wore a flashy purple suit to match the color of her dragon scales.

Scary.

In the Human World, that's what couples wear.

Also, asking a reasonably cute and pretty human girl to call you "Grandpa Lance"... is he serious?

Is the Evil Dragon afraid the human girl will fall for him?

Or is he afraid the human girl will develop some sort of messy thoughts about him?

"My name is Lucia, Miss Joanna, may I lie on the sofa?"

Squatting like this, she couldn't flick her dragon tail. It was uncomfortable. If possible, she wanted to lie on the sofa.

This was someone else's house, and it wasn't polite to sprawl on another person's sofa without the owner's permission.

If only she could become a little smaller, then she could lie on top of the Evil Dragon, or on his head...

Forget the head...

That shiny black hair... She would end up all greasy and need a bath if she lay on it...

"Ah? You can talk... Sure... you may..."

A talking Young Dragon...

Cute...

That bald, purple dragon head is even cuter...

"May I call you Lance?"

"If you don't want to call me Grandpa Lance, you may address me as Uncle Lance."

"....."

Does he insist on being my elder?

"How will you prove you are Brandon's butler's teacher?"

"I know your hobbies, I know about the embarrassing things from your childhood, even the age when you wet your pants... and I even know the times you played with... mud as a child. Besides these, I also know of some things you and Brandon got up to."

Joanna's face turned red the moment Lance mentioned her childhood mud-play...

Few people knew about this except the maid who raised her and the butler.

If this young man dressed here knows this, it could be a guess, after all, which child hasn't played like that at one or two years old?

It was a naive age, when doing ignorant things was quite the norm, wasn't it?

"How old? How old was I when I played with mud?"

"One year and seven months old, in summer. The place was the garden of the City Lord's Mansion. At the time, your father was drinking tea, and you were playing..."

"Don't say anymore."

"What did I agree upon with the butler?"

"To watch you get married, help you with your kids, silently deliver love letters when you had a sweetheart, and you even stole his pocket money."

"Okay, okay, you might really be Brandon's butler's teacher. So, your visit this time… is it to investigate the cause of Brandon's butler's death?"

"No, I'm here to inherit the Gold Coins."

"???"

Wasn't he supposed to be a life coach?