The Dragonling's Evil Dragon Roar: Awoo

The Dragonling's Evil Dragon Roar: Awoo. Facing the sea, with spring blossoms in bloom, she followed the evil dragon in nurturing her life.

Beneath the rising sun, she trod the soft sand and practiced the Life Nurturing Exercise just as the evil dragon Lance did.

The evil dragon said the Life Nurturing Exercise had eight movements in total. Each movement had to be performed at least five times and no more than nine times. Never more than nine.

She understood nothing and dared ask nothing. She quietly followed along. Whenever her movements were improper, the evil dragon corrected them for her.

The Life Nurturing Exercise required three to five months of practice before one could feel changes in their body.

Three to five months?

That was a little too long. Once she found an opportunity, she would definitely slip away in secret. She could not stay on Black Dragon Island forever and live with the evil dragon Lance.

It took her nearly an hour to learn all eight movements.

Evil dragon Lance said it was normal for the eight movements to be imperfect when she had only just begun. As long as they were not wildly wrong, they would naturally become standardized with enough practice.

He also said something about The Way Follows Nature.

She could not understand it at all, nor did she know what The Way Follows Nature meant.

She knew about magic and witchcraft.

She would listen to the evil dragon and practice for now. If his Life Nurturing Exercise truly could keep people free from all illness, then after she returned to the Farolyn Empire, she would teach it to her father, mother, and Eva.

As for Smelly Imperial Sister Asina, if she obediently gave up her status as heir apparent, Lucia could teach her the Life Nurturing Exercise too.

And evil dragon Lance as well.

Evil dragon Lance treated her, a little dragonling, quite well. Once she became Emperor of the Farolyn Empire, she would make Lance a prince.

She would even build him a magnificent golden palace for him to live in.

Both she and the evil dragon had bright futures ahead of them.

"Lucia, let me see what you can do."

"Ah?"

Lucia, who had been imagining the future, went blank-eyed.

What she could do?

A dragonling's abilities? "I-I-I can fly."

"..."

Was flying not the most basic ability? If a dragonling could not even fly, it might as well be an Earth Dragon.

"That is your most basic ability. I want to see your offensive abilities, such as Dragon Roar, Dragon Breath, and your strength in other areas."

Lance felt that this Amethyst Dragonling he had picked up was not particularly strong or powerful. Yesterday, when the little thing had been surrounded by Griffin Knights, she had not even breathed Dragon Breath to intimidate them.

Dragon Roar?

Throwing back her head and roaring—she could do that.

Dragon Breath?

She was human, turned into a dragonling by a curse. Could a dragonling transformed from a human breathe Dragon Breath?

Eva had never told her what abilities she would possess after becoming a dragon.

"I can use Dragon Roar."

"Come on. Roar at the sea and let me hear your Dragon Roar."

"Okay."

Lucia took a deep breath, faced the sea, and used all her strength to unleash her first roar since becoming a dragonling: Awoo!!!

Awoo? The expression on Lance's dragon face became strange.

A dragonling's roar was a wolf howl? Dragon Roar, Tiger's Roar, lion's roar, wolf howl.

This dragonling's Evil Dragon Roar was clearly a wolf howl. No wonder the Griffin Knights had not feared her at all. This little thing's roar had not the slightest intimidating power.

"How was it? Not bad, right?"

Lucia was very satisfied with her Evil Dragon Roar. It was loud and piercing, carrying the majesty expected of the king of beasts.

"Other than being loud, it has no intimidating power at all."

"..."

"Show me some Dragon Breath."

If her roar had no intimidating power, then perhaps her Dragon Breath had decent destructive force?

He had yet to see what an Amethyst Dragon's Dragon Breath looked like.

"Dragon Breath..."

"That's right."

Lucia timidly glanced at evil dragon Lance before facing the sea once more.

How did dragons breathe Dragon Breath?

Probably like how humans spat.

Ptoo—

After imagining how a human spat, Lucia took another deep breath. Then, under Lance's watchful gaze, she opened her mouth and—

Ptoo—

A gob of saliva flew from her mouth.

Just as the dragonling's saliva was about to fall into the nearby sea, a sea fish leaped from the water, swallowed Lucia's spit in a single gulp, and dove back down.

"Ah, what a disgusting fish—"

Before Lucia could finish speaking, she saw the sea fish leap out of the water again, turn to glance at her, then spit out a mouthful of saliva. "..."

It despised me. It even found me disgusting!!! It was not an illusion. That sea fish had not only despised her, it had found her disgusting too!!! Damn it!!!

What does it despise me for? What does it find disgusting? As an Imperial Daughter, I have never looked down on a mere sea fish. What right does it have to look down on me? Believe it or not, I'll dive into the sea, catch you, then roast and eat you?

Dragonling Lucia raged helplessly. She had roughly guessed why the sea fish had found her disgusting—because she was not a real dragonling.

Her saliva did not contain the material energy that could allow a sea fish to evolve.

Legend had it that fish which ate a true dragon's saliva could undergo an evolution.

That rotten sea fish must have been coveting evil dragon Lance's saliva.

"What about your Dragon Breath?"

"That mouthful of spit just now was..."

"???"

"Stop joking."

"I'm not joking. My Dragon Breath really is spit. S-spit..."

"???"

Lance was stunned. S-spit was Dragon Breath? So all the Strong Enemies this dragonling had faced had been spat to death by a mouthful of spit? Was that even possible?

Absolutely impossible! Lance flew into a rage, clenched his dragon claw into a fist, and punched Lucia squarely on the head.

"Hiss—It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"

Lucia clutched her head and stomped her feet in place from the pain.

She had been beaten.

Beaten by an evil dragon.

Dragons truly were violent maniacs.

The pain even forced a few tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Are you sure you're not joking?"

"N-no. I really was seriously trying to breathe Dragon Breath just now."

Lucia's mouth twisted as she fought back tears. Eva's curse was far too unreliable. Since it had turned her into a dragon, it should at least have given her some of the most basic dragon abilities.

Dragon Breath was one of the dragon race's most basic abilities.

Even if she could only open her mouth and spit out a tiny violet flame, that would have been fine.

Opening her mouth and spitting at an evil dragon—if she did not get beaten for that, who would?

Perhaps in the evil dragon's heart, she was now a congenital crippled dragonling with stunted development.

"How did you survive to grow this big?"

"By eating Field Mice."

This congenital crippled dragonling grew this big by eating Field Mice. Is there a problem with that? Not a problem at all.

Lance stared into Lucia's purplish-gold vertical pupils for a while, a suspicion forming in his heart.

He suspected that Lucia was a dragonling with physical defects. Perhaps her parents had abandoned her from childhood because of that.

Of course, that was only his guess. He could not ask her directly.

"Have you never breathed Dragon Breath even once in your life?"

"Mm."

The next time I see Eva, I have to make her improve the Dragon Transformation Curse.

"Fine. I understand."

The evil dragon seemed no longer angry. But... why did he look at her so strangely?

Mm, he had probably truly taken her for a defective dragonling.

"From today onward, drink the medicine I brew."

"???"

Medicine?

She was not sick. Why should she drink medicine? Medicine could not be taken carelessly.

"Can I not drink it?"

"It's medicine to regulate your body. There are no side effects, so don't worry."

I'm not sick. I really am not sick.

Lucia screamed inwardly.