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

I tasted the chef's stir-fried dishes every day.

Amelia came to help wash the vegetables, and though she was a bit clumsy at first, she quickly became adept.

The young dragon was somewhat surprised.

"I used to help Lance wash vegetables."

"Amelia sister, you're a guest, Ingrid and I can take care of these tasks."

"Don't be so formal."

Amelia had been observing Lance all the while, comparing the Lance of now to the Lance from a thousand years ago.

Compared to a thousand years ago, Lance seemed more noble, giving off an easygoing and lazy vibe.

He did whatever he wanted, not caring about others' opinions or his own status.

One moment he could be a noble oozing scholarly charm, the next a common man in an apron, smelling of kitchen smoke.

His temperament… would make you subconsciously overlook his rather decent appearance.

Lance from a thousand years ago…was simply naive and honest, and his temperament barely changed, except when he was mixing potions.

Occasionally, you could still feel some restraint in Lance.

The Lance of now showed no trace of restraint, and when he interacted with her, it was very natural.

There was no sense of the barriers that should exist after not seeing each other for a thousand years.

Amelia felt uncomfortable again; there was no barrier when Lance interacted with her, but when she interacted with the Lance of a thousand years later... sometimes she felt there was a barrier.

Lance was unrestrained; she was occasionally constrained.

No, this wouldn't do.

That evening, when she returned to where she was staying, she must contact the Hero Reg; she had to make him share the misery.

The dining room.

"Eat and drink as you should, stop staring at me."

Lance put some stir-fried egg into his bowl and started to eat, self-absorbed, while Amelia occasionally stared at him. Was it necessary to be so exaggerated?

His face was still the same face, okay... maybe it had slightly changed, but it shouldn't have been to the extent of being unrecognizable.

As for staring at him?

"I want to know, what have you been through in this thousand years... that you've changed so drastically?"

"You've grown up, can't I grow up too?"

"No, no, no, my growth is normal, but you, you impostor... it's not growth; it's like you're a completely different person."

"Have you fallen in love?"

"What... what are you talking about?"

Amelia's expression turned slightly unnatural for a moment. Suddenly asking her if she was in love...

The Lance of a thousand years later... couldn't be trying to pursue her, could he?

No, that's not right, he wasn't thinking that way.

Lance's gaze didn't have the misty affection of someone wanting to be in a relationship.

"I see, still single to this day. Let's eat... you millennium-long, single noble."

"???"

Millennium-long single noble?

Damn it!

How was that different from calling her a single dog?

The young dragon sitting aside, eating and drinking, looked up at the evil dragon. Single noble?

Quite the self-flattering term.

"Over a thousand years old and still not looking for a partner?"

Absurd...

The reason she wandered around the human world was twofold: one, to find the legendary evil dragon, and two, to avoid her parents' nagging and their marriage pressures.

I never expected to be pushed by an old teammate to find a partner.

It took her back to the Elven Kingdom...

"If you can get an Evil Dragon to be my blind date, I'll date. I want to date an Evil Dragon."

"Dream on, the Evil Dragon refuses to date you."

"What do you mean 'dream on'? I'm not inferior to any princess in the Human World. Why would the Evil Dragon refuse to date me?" Amelia wasn't happy.

"Dating you, the Evil Dragon is afraid of becoming a widower."

"???"

What does that mean?

Why would the Evil Dragon become a widower if it dated her?

"You're not an Evil Dragon, how do you know it will become a widower if it dates me?"

"There's a gap even among the long-lived kinds. You can live for three thousand years, but a Giant Dragon can live for more than ten thousand years. For you, dating an Evil Dragon fulfills your dream and lets you taste the thrill of a forbidden inter-species romance.

But for the Evil Dragon, it's like it's barely married when it has to prepare a funeral for its wife. Your imagined romance is too cruel for the Evil Dragon."

Of course, if the Evil Dragon you fancy is one that likes to be promiscuous, then the one in pain will be you. If you're looking for a partner... I suggest you find someone of your own kind.

If you can't find anyone, I can arrange for a Dragon Whelp to take care of you in your old age, but you have to leave your inheritance to my Dragon Whelp."

"...."

In just a few sentences, he had planned out the entire life of this Elf...

He even thought about having a Dragon Whelp take care of her until her death... and inherit her assets...

How did Lance jump from 'dating' to... leaving her inheritance to a Dragon Whelp?

Such warm lips... yet why are the words spoken so cold?

The Lance from a thousand years ago was better...

She quickly lost the urge to chat, and Amelia just ate her meal in silence.

Her dream of dating an Evil Dragon shattered, if not for Lance's cooking being delicious, she would have lost her appetite to eat as well.

The Young Dragon finished the mutton soup in its bowl, with its Dragon Claw propping up its cheeks, sighing inwardly at the plight of the Evil Dragon.

Thunder Dragon Erinna is a pureblood female Giant Dragon, she calls you 'brother'... and you retched right in front of her...

An Elf wants to date an Evil Dragon, yet they say the Evil Dragon is afraid of being a widower...

Stay single, then.

Maybe after a few more thousand years, marry a second-time-around female Giant Dragon and live your life...

"Lance, what's your standard for choosing a partner?" Amelia suddenly remembered that Lance from a thousand years later also seemed to be without a partner, still single to this day.

"I prefer someone a bit older than me."

"???"

Likes an older partner?

"You like older partners? Why?"

"Because older sisters... know how to take care of people."

Blargh—

Blargh—

Blargh—

Both the Young Dragon and Amelia started to retch simultaneously.

Lance was retching as well; he was disgusted by his own words about 'older sisters'.

A woman three years older... as good as a gold brick...

Just the thought of calling someone an 'older sister' made him nauseous...

It looks like he won't be getting that gold brick...

"Viscount, Miss Erinna has arrived."

"Human Viscount, I have returned. This time, I want to learn swordsmanship from you."