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

"Quick, close the door, don't let the Viscount escape."

"Viscount, your subject Olienna has finally waited for you."

The short two sentences from the manager of Blue Moon Store blocked all the words and thoughts that Lance wanted to say next.

The familiar yet unfamiliar address took him back in dreams to the Red Maple Kingdom, to the year he was tricked out of his money.

The money he had spent had brought him a group of farmers with gaunt faces and a bunch of children crying out for food....

Blue Moon.... Saint Blue.... rebellion....

The subjects of his domain had made something of themselves.

In a completely foreign kingdom, he encountered subjects from another kingdom; when had the world become so small?

"Viscount, no.... Earl, it's time for you to return to your domain to enjoy the fruits of your labor."

Olienna, her right hand on her chest, knelt on one knee, saluting the lord of Saint Blue City; she was a subject of Earl Lance and also a knight protecting Viscount Lance.

Yes, she was also a Lan Yue Knight.

The Lan Yue Knights were directly responsible for the safety of Viscount... Earl Lance.

"Rise," Lance said, helping Olienna to her feet from her kneel; the idea of getting an endorsement fee for his own property was shattered.

Blue Moon perfume had become a new favorite in the perfume world of Norde Kingdom's capital, and it even had its own shop on the most bustling street of the capital.

Did that poor little domain in his memory have such a great influence?

The key point was that the perfume extraction process... was very demanding; when he left, he had not left behind the techniques for extracting perfume.

They had just started to have enough to eat; there was no need to chase after impractical things like perfume.

The small domain he had forgotten... seemed to be much wealthier than he had imagined.

What did this little girl say to him just now?

She said to let him go back and enjoy his good fortune....

"Lord Lance... do you still remember me?"

"I have some memory of you."

"When I was eleven, you patted my head and gave me a lollipop; I will always remember your words, 'Little one, don't be afraid, the days ahead... will be like this lollipop in your hand... getting sweeter and sweeter.'

Lord Lance, you fulfilled your promise with your actions, making our days sweeter and sweeter."

Did I say such words?

I can't recall.

Giving away lollipops, I do have some memory of that; it was to all the children, not just Olienna.

At that time, those children were as skinny as little chicks, with no light in their eyes; giving them a bit of sweet candy let them know that life could get sweeter and sweeter.

To one's own subjects in the domain, one must still be gentle.

Indeed, the subjects of the domain proved worthy of his "gentleness."

"In the blink of an eye, you have all grown up so much... very good... you've even made something of yourselves, establishing your own foundation in the capital of a strange kingdom; very good... the better your days, the more comforted I am."

"Earl... I still prefer to call you Viscount; may I continue to call you Viscount?"

"You may."

"Viscount, you are still as gentle as before."

The Young Dragon at his side grinned, the Evil Dragon gentle?

Little girl, that's because you haven't seen the Evil Dragon violently thrash the squid mother, nor have you seen the Evil Dragon use the squid mother as bait....

If you had seen that... well, you're never going to see it in this lifetime; the Evil Dragon will definitely not let you know his true identity.

When you're old and dying, perhaps the Evil Dragon will tell you, assuming he still remembers he has such adorable subjects as you....

"Viscount, this cute little dragon that can speak human language... is it yours?"

"Hmm. She likes it when others call her Little Dragon Princess, so you can address her as 'Little Dragon Princess' to make her happy."

Little Dragon...Princess?

It seems that Lord Viscount has quite a liking for this little Amethyst Dragon. Could it be that all the fertilizer he delivers to his estate every year comes from this Little Dragon Princess?

That seems a bit exaggerated; the Little Dragon Princess is so small, she probably can't produce that much fertilizer. It must be the Little Dragon Princess's father's...

Could it be that Lord Viscount has reached some kind of agreement with the Little Dragon Princess's father?

Like...Lord Viscount is responsible for looking after the Little Dragon Princess for her father, and in return, he receives quality fertilizer...

Grown Giant Dragons are greedy and stingy; getting them to pay gold coins is almost like taking their lives, but using what they consider worthless as compensation...is something a grown Giant Dragon might do.

There's another problem, the Little Dragon Princess's parent...is it a male grown Giant Dragon?

Or a female grown Giant Dragon?

If it's a female grown Giant Dragon...Lord Viscount...the cost...might be more than she could have imagined...

Olienna glanced at her own Lord Viscount and noticed...her Lord Viscount's gaze towards the Little Dragon Princess...carried the indulgence of an elder...

This is bad...

Could it be that Lord Viscount has fallen for the Little Dragon Princess's mother?

Otherwise how to explain that Lord Viscount treats the Little Dragon Princess as if she were his own daughter?

The future lady of the house...might be a grown female Giant Dragon.

This important information must be shared with Lady Tixia.

They also need to make sure that everyone on the estate sees the Little Dragon Princess as Lord Viscount's daughter, and not as a pet raised by Lord Viscount.

"Little Dragon Princess, this is our own family business. Look at whichever perfume you like...just take it, don't be shy."

The Young Dragon quickly set down the perfume she had in her Dragon Claw. When she was a Princess, she occasionally liked to spritz herself with a little perfume.

As a Young Dragon, perfume doesn't appeal to her. After all, whose Young Dragon sprays perfume on themselves...

"Olienna, the extraction of these perfumes, does it involve...involve...that stuff?"

"That stuff? Which stuff?"

Olienna is somewhat puzzled by Little Dragon Princess's words.

"She means dragon dung."

"Ah, no no...our fragrances are made from the pure essence of herbs, processed through a series of steps, and then purified to produce these perfumes and scented woods.

However, we do have a special medicinal fragrance garden where Dragon dung is used as fertilizer, so the flora and scented woods from our estate have some unique properties. That is why our Blue Moon has been able to quickly establish a presence in the capital and become a rising star in the fragrance industry."

The Young Dragon's aversion to perfume vanished instantly.

After the transformation by all the flowers and herbs, the factor of dragon dung could be completely disregarded.

"Little Dragon Princess, feel free to choose as you please. Our family's perfumes are of a quality that far exceeds most of our competitors in the capital."

As Olienna communicated with the Young Dragon, she was also quietly moving closer to Lance. She feared that her Lord Viscount, who had finally taken the trouble to come to the store, might slip away while she wasn't looking.

The knight's descriptions did not match the reality.

Lord Viscount does not seem too short on cash, barely scraping by.

On the contrary, it appears that Lord Viscount's daily life is quite carefree.

Traveling with the Little Dragon Princess through various kingdoms, setting up a stall to earn some money when needed...n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

After making money, they would move to another city to enjoy themselves.

Accustomed to a life that appears nomadic but is actually more of a holiday, getting Lord Viscount to return to his estate to enjoy his well-earned comforts...

Lord Viscount might not be willing to go back to his "comforts".

Moreover, she noticed that, although Lord Viscount seemed to be strolling nonchalantly, he was subtly making his way to the door.

Lord Viscount is trying to escape!