Anyone who could be called a formidable enemy by an evil dragon had to be someone like a powerful hero, a legendary champion, or a paladin of one of the great temples. Ordinary people probably had no right to be called a formidable enemy by an evil dragon.
Even if Evil Dragon Lance's formidable enemies weren't any of those powerful figures, they certainly weren't bad people. Turning them into undead and making them fight for the evil dragon would make her feel guilty.
Using diary-writing as an excuse to brush the matter aside and skip over the topic of summoning undead was simply wonderful.
Petty and vindictive.
She was reminding herself never to offend the evil dragon. Otherwise, if the evil dragon wrote her name in his diary, she would be finished.
Come to think of it, wasn't Evil Dragon Lance a black dragon? Black dragons' racial talent was immunity to spells, and their draconic bodies were relatively strong.
Other than that, all they had left was the ability to breathe Dragon Breath.
Among the dragon race, black dragons weren't especially powerful in combat. Quite a few dragons were stronger than black dragons.
Golden Dragons, red dragons, Frost Dragons, for example.
Red dragons were the most ferocious. The powerful evil dragons in legends were mostly red dragons, with black dragons coming next.
Under normal circumstances, Evil Dragon Lance, being a black dragon, couldn't match a red dragon in combat. His draconic body was also weaker than a red dragon's.
If he got into a conflict with a red dragon, he would definitely be the one taking the beating.
However, Evil Dragon Lance was an abnormal black dragon. He knew far too many skills, and he even had an Advanced Mage Certificate.
Normal black dragons couldn't use spells.
Evil Dragon Lance could.
He could even summon undead.
What did that mean? It meant Evil Dragon Lance was also a dark summoner.
Facing a black dragon like this, Lucia felt that even a Golden Dragon, a red dragon, or a Frost Dragon might not be able to defeat Evil Dragon Lance easily.
Who had ever seen a black dragon capable of summoning dark creatures?
"Lance, if a red dragon provoked you, could you beat it?"
"I don't know."
"You have so many combat skills. You should be able to beat a red dragon, right? Even if you couldn't, you should at least be able to fight it to a draw.
If your draconic body were as strong as a red dragon's, I think you might have a chance of defeating one."
Why had the young dragon suddenly started caring about his combat strength?
Could it be that the young dragon thought he, a black dragon, wasn't strong enough?
Well, it was a fact that red dragons were stronger than black dragons.
The Memory Inheritance contained scenes of red dragons savagely beating black dragons.
Black dragons were sinister, while red dragons were ferocious.
If they happened to meet, there was a high chance that a battle would break out.
Once a battle began, black dragons were more likely to lose than win.
But what did that have to do with him, Black Dragon Lance? Evil dragons came in two kinds.
Black dragons did too.
Other black dragons—and Black Dragon Lance.
He was a black dragon who knew how to temper his body. The strength of his draconic body absolutely surpassed that of the other black dragons in his race.
Even if he faced a red dragon, he wouldn't be intimidated.
If he encountered a red dragon in the future, as long as the red dragon didn't provoke him, he wouldn't take the initiative to cause trouble just to prove that he was stronger.
"Lance! Your scales—"
"My scales? What's wrong with them?"
"Under the sunlight, your scales... The Multicolor Black isn't pure black."
With an inadvertent turn of her head, Lucia discovered an unbelievable sight. The black dragon's scales weren't pure black. They were a Multicolor Black. In her understanding, black dragons had pure-black scales with no other colors.
This wasn't merely her own understanding. In the eyes of every living creature in the world, black dragons had pure-black scales, without any other colors.
Yet just now, she had seen it with her own eyes. The black dragon's scales weren't pure black. They were a Multicolor Black.
It was a black so beautiful that even she found it stunning.
She wasn't seeing things. Even now, when she looked at Evil Dragon Lance's scales, they were still a Multicolor Black.
A mutation?
An evolution?
Evil Dragon Lance was a Pure-Blooded Black Dragon. If he had evolved, in what direction would he evolve? His current form was already the strongest form of the dragon race.
"Don't make such a fuss. If you've ever seen a raven and observed it carefully, you'd find that a raven's black is also a Multicolor Black."
"I don't believe you."
In the human world, ravens symbolized darkness.
Only people of the dark element liked ravens. Ordinary people all hated them. Some would even feel that something ominous and unlucky was about to happen when they heard a raven's caw.
"If you have time, I'll take you to the Demon Race to meet the Ravenfolk."
"No, no, no! I don't want to go to the Demon Race."
Lucia hurriedly shook her head. Who would go to the Demon Race for no reason? The Demon Race was even more vicious than evil dragons.
The Bloodkin, who liked turning into bats, appearing at night, and drinking human blood.
The ogres, who could crawl out of the ground, drag people away, and eat them.
The Succubi, who could turn people into mummies overnight.
The demons, who enjoyed toying with human nature—and with souls.
The Demon Race was humanity's mortal enemy.
They were terrifying enemies.
If she had a choice, she wouldn't want to have anything to do with the Demon Race for the rest of her life.
In Lucia's heart, Evil Dragon Lance's danger level rose another notch.
The evil dragon had definitely dealt with the Demon Race before.
He might even have lived among the Demon Race for a while.
After all, he was a black dragon who had lived for 3,455 years.
"You're a young dragon. There's no need to be so afraid of the Demon Race."
"I heard the Demon Race eats everything. I'm afraid that if I go there, they'll treat me as food and eat me."
"That makes sense."
The young dragon wasn't wrong. Some of the low-level members of the Demon Race with poor intelligence really did eat anything they saw.
If they encountered a young dragon with insufficient combat power, they might really swarm it, try to kill it, and eat it.
"Become strong—strong enough to control your own fate, and even the fate of others."
"Okay!"
She wanted to become strong enough to defeat that stinky Imperial Sister with a single finger.
"If I want to become strong, do I just need to sleep every day?"
"???"
Why did this adopted young dragon love daydreaming so much?
If sleeping every day could make someone stronger, why had he fought Ferocious Beasts and Magical Beasts during his youth?
Wouldn't it have been better to bury himself and sleep all day?
Young dragons slept in order to grow. Although their strength increased along with their growth, there was ultimately a limit.
If she wanted to become stronger, she still had to cultivate.
"Sleeping can make you stronger, but only to a limited extent. It can't give you the power to control your own fate. If you run wild in the human world in the future, some random hero might be able to defeat you.
If you want to become strong enough to control your own fate, you need to cultivate in addition to sleeping."
"Cultivate like a hu-man?"
"Yes."
"I don't know how."
"I'll teach you."
Lance bared his teeth in a sinister grin.
"C-can I refuse?"
"If you want to be eaten as food, you can refuse."
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Evil dragon, you're forcing me to cultivate with you.
It didn't seem like such a bad thing.
The evil dragon had so many certificates. If he sincerely taught her how to cultivate, she might become a somewhat famous expert before long.
"I'll cultivate with you."
"Then we'll start this afternoon."
"Isn't that a little fast?"
"The sooner you cultivate, the sooner you become strong."
"You're right. Then what should I cultivate first? Spells? Martial skills? Card creation? Summoning? Beast taming?"
"Body tempering."
"How does a young dragon temper her body?"
"By ramming into mountains."
"!!!"
Fear appeared in Lucia's purple-gold vertical pupils.
Ramming into mountains?
Did he mean the kind of ramming into mountains that she thought he meant?
"Forget it. Start by ramming into a turtle. Once you can flip the turtle over, then you can ram into mountains."
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