Human, I Told You to Steam That Dragonling, Not Me!

He made a fatal mistake as soon as he appeared. As his contractor, he was no match for the demon who wanted to give the Little Dragon Highness to the steamed demon. As Lance's student, only he knew how protective his teacher was. Back then, he was just his teacher's student. His teacher was able to put him on the throne and did not hesitate to launch a coup.

The demon he summoned was about to steam Little Dragon Highness, and the teacher didn't lose his temper on the spot; he only punched the demon's brain out, which was already considered restraint.

You should know that the teacher treats Little Dragon Highness like a daughter.

In front of the teacher, he wanted to steam the teacher's daughter. There are many ways to die, but the contracted demon chose the fastest way.

Andre subconsciously looked towards his teacher.

The teacher was laughing, looking like he was listening with great interest and seemed to want to know how his contracted demon planned to steam the Little Dragon Highness next.

It's hopeless.

The Contract Demon is truly beyond saving; judging from the teacher's expression, he clearly doesn't take the Contract Demon seriously.

The young dragon had just walked out of the manor carrying two pure gold orbs when it looked up and saw a hideous demon saying that it had steamed a tender and delicious little dragon.

She was still wondering which little dragon was so unlucky to be targeted by such a terrifying demon. It wasn't until the demon's blood-red, bell-like eyes fell on her and stared intently that she realized the little dragon that the demon was going to put in a steamer to be steamed. It was referring to her, the Amethyst Dragonling, who had been following the evil dragon for so long and this was the second time she had encountered a ferocious creature that wanted to eat her.

The first ferocious creature to try and devour her was the Squid Girl, a Deep Sea Siren. The second ferocious creature to try and devour her was this demon before them. The demon's methods were cruel; he actually wanted to steam her. Meredith, Louis, Bazel, Dalton, their legs slightly weak, shielded the young dragon behind them. This child, whom the old man had raised like a daughter, would likely go berserk if this demon in the void were to steam him. "The legendary demon! Louis, Dalton, it's time to drink the upgraded version of Old Man Lance's [Three Minute War God] extraordinary potion. We didn't have the chance before, but this time the opponent is a demon. It's worth using Grandpa's extraordinary potion."

"That makes sense."

"No! Don't drink it!"

The young dragon tried to stop it, but it was too late.

Louis, Bazel, Dalton, and the Rabbit-Ear Girl Meredith all downed the upgraded version of the "Three Minute War God" in one gulp.

"Don't want to drink? Why don't you want to drink?"

"Yes, yes, yes, there are side effects."

"It gave us quite a fright. Most of the new drugs that the old man concocted have side effects, but they are all within a controllable range and are not a big problem."

"The side effects of this extraordinary potion may be a little more significant."

"???"

Meredith looked at the young dragon with suspicion. The Little Dragon Highness had never drunk the extraordinary potion of Old Man Lance, so how did she know that the extraordinary potion had some serious side effects?

"How big is it?"

Meredith was so frightened that she could barely speak.

Although she knew that the side effects of the extraordinary medicine concocted by the old man were all within a controllable range, she was still somewhat worried about those strange side effects.

"The side effects aren't really that scary. It's just that you might develop a turtle shell."

"???"

"The president's turtle shell?!?"

Meredith's voice instantly became shrill. As a Rabbit-Ear Girl, she absolutely could not accept the possibility of a turtle shell growing on her body!

Her gaze fell on the top of the little dragon's head. Could the Amethyst Turtle Shell on the top of the little dragon's head be a side effect of drinking the upgraded version of the Three Minute War God?

Louis, Bazel, Dalton's hands were itching to get their hands on each other's mouths; they were already itching to do it.

Fortunately, they managed to hold back. With a formidable enemy at hand, they couldn't possibly vomit up the extraordinary potion they had drunk, let alone grow a tortoise shell or even turn into a tortoise.

"Not bad, not bad. These human souls are not bad either. Andre, this time, you've finally satisfied me. Later, I'll show you how a demon elegantly enjoys a meal."

The delicious soul is brewed into fine wine; the tender and delicious dragon is sliced, some are stir-fried, some are steamed, and some are braised; and that little head is made into pig's head meat. Oh no, I mean dragon's head meat.

Pork belly with wine... I can't take it! Just imagining it makes my mouth water. Andre, what are you waiting for? Quickly send your men to prepare the steamer.

"Hey, didn't you hear me, Andre? I told you to prepare the steamer. What are you standing there doing, staring at that human who looks kind of delicious? Hurry up and prepare the steamer. Can't you see I've already tied on my apron and am getting ready for a feast?"

The demon, who was tying his apron while talking, suddenly felt something was wrong. On the ground, the human that Andre had been watching was also tying his apron.

Is this human a master chef?

He's wearing an apron; is he planning to cook that tender and delicious little dragon for me? Good, good. Blood Moon Devil Ulysses likes humans with good judgment. If his cooking skills are decent, he can give him a chance to be his chef.

"Hey, there have been quite a few surprises today. I didn't expect that among these Extraordinary Person humans there would be a chef who can cook. I just wonder how good his cooking is."

Very good.

The teacher is an excellent cook.

"Ulysses, I urge you to be kind."

"Andre, I urge you to hurry up and prepare the steamer."

Andre's gaze fell on Lance. "Teacher, him?"

"Listen to him, go prepare the steamer."

Lance, having tied on his apron, smiled and told Andre to prepare the steamer.

"Human, how's your cooking?"

"Not bad."

"Then you'd better perform well later. If your cooking skills can impress me, you can live a long time. You've probably never cooked a dragon's cub before, right? I'll give you that chance."

"Shut up, Ulysses!"

Andre couldn't take it anymore. He really wanted to die as quickly as possible! If he kept courting death like this, he wouldn't even have the chance to become a [Familiar]!

"Andre, didn't you hear me? Go prepare the steamer."

"Teacher, I don't have a steamer here."

"No steamer?" Lance sighed, took out a steamer from his Diamond Cutter, compared it, and found it was the perfect size. "Blood Moon Devil, what do you think of this steamer?"

Blood Moon Devil Ulysses glanced at the steamer Lance had taken out, then at the young dragon, and grinned maliciously. "Not bad, not bad. This steamer is the perfect size."

"If you're satisfied with the exterior, would you like to come down and take a look inside?"

Lance picked up the steamer lid and invited the demon from the sky to come down and take a look inside.

Andre initially didn't understand why his teacher had asked him to prepare a steamer, but after hearing his teacher's words, seeing his teacher's actions, and witnessing this scene, he understood: his teacher wanted to steam the demon Ulysses.

The demon Ulysses wanted to steam the Little Dragon Highness, and the teacher seized the opportunity, taking out a steamer, intending to steam the demon. Princess Elsa, the members of the Bronze Bounty Guild, the members of the Beauty Scorpion Guild, and the members of the Violent Bear Guild all vaguely guessed Lord Lance's intentions.

How arrogant!

How ruthless! They actually wanted to steam the demon from the abyss!

"Human. You are the most polite human I have ever met. A human like you is qualified to become my [familiar]."

"But human, the way you look at me... it feels somewhat familiar."

The demon Ulysses made a slash in the air, and a mirror appeared. "I see. It's the look in your eyes when you look at food and prey. Human, the food I want you to prepare is that tender and delicious little dragon, not me."

Take a good look at that little dragon, and think about how to cook her to make her delicious.

"If I don't look at that little dragon, the food I'm cooking isn't her."

"???" Blood Moon Devil Ulysses pointed at himself with his crescent-shaped, blood-red claws. "Not that little dragon, then the food you want to cook... could it be me?"

Lance grinned, revealing his neat, white teeth. "You finally realized it. I thought I had to trick you into the steamer before you would realize it."

So, Blood Moon Devil, will you come down and lie down in the steamer yourself? Or will you put up a token resistance, then I'll dispose of you and throw you in the steamer?

boom--

Blood Moon Devil Ulysses transformed into a streak of crimson light and appeared before Lance, wielding his claws that resembled a half-moon of blood.

He wanted to tear this human being who dared to humiliate him to pieces.

In its blood-red eyes, as large as copper bells, it seemed to already see the pitiful sight of this tiny human being torn to shreds by its blood-moon claws. It saw... a gigantic fist?

Why is it a huge fist?

Before Ulysses could even process what was happening, he watched helplessly as the enormous fist slammed into his face. He could clearly feel his face contorting, and he even saw a fang fly out of his mouth. Slowed down...? Was it Slow Spell? No! That's not right!

It wasn't Slow Spell. He slowed down. It wasn't because he was under Slow Spell. It was because the human's punch was too fast. So fast that his eyes could only catch a scene he had seen a long time ago.

When he saw that he had been punched in the face, he had probably already taken hundreds of punches. The pain couldn't keep up with the speed of that human's punch. Damn it, he was deceived by that human's harmless appearance— the Blood Moon Barrier!

Open!

Buzz—

With a buzzing sound, the crimson magic circle shattered the moment it unfolded. Blood Moon Devil Ulysses realized what had happened, but he was powerless to change his situation.

The reason they were able to remain conscious and not fall into a coma was because their consciousness had not yet returned to normal.

He's conscious now, but he might actually be unconscious. In a worse situation, he might already be in a sauna! Damn it!

This distorted feeling, as if it were under Slow Spell, is driving the demons mad! How can humans punch so fast?

What is he going through right now? Can anyone tell him? Boom boom boom boom—

The ground shook.

Andre, Princess Elsa, members of the Bronze Guild, the Beauty Scorpion Guild, and the Violent Bear Guild felt their heartbeats were almost synchronized with the frequency of the ground tremors.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed that there were humans in the human world who were even more ferocious and brutal than demons.

The demon that had filled them with oppression, despair, and savagery from its very first appearance was now being slammed repeatedly against the ground by the powerful Lord Lance, leaving craters in the earth. They hadn't clearly seen what had happened before; they only saw the terrifying demon teleport to Lord Lance's side, then its head began to sway from side to side, its nearly five-meter-tall demonic body flying wildly up and down. During this time, they saw a burst of brilliant blood-red light, and then, this was the scene they were seeing now: the monstrous Blood Moon Devil being slammed around. They didn't know if it was dead or not. Even if it wasn't, it was probably only breathing its last breath. Golden City, the Valkyrie Temple Knights, who had returned, swallowed hard when they saw this scene in the courtyard. By the Valkyrie, this was the first time they had ever seen such a ferocious human. Paladin Steven was also present; he had sensed the demon's aura and returned, temporarily concealing his presence on the hilltop outside the Golden City.

Originally, he intended to kill the demons and save the humans in the Golden City when necessary, but it turned out that the demons were the ones who needed to be saved. Fat Bishop Franco's eyes are poisonous. If he had fought with Lance back in Lionheart City, he might have tasted the feeling of being beaten before the demons did. Lance is much stronger than he imagined.

"It's probably very close to the [Concentration] level. Terrifying. Before, when this person said he wouldn't kill us because of the Valkyrie, I thought he was just spouting nonsense. Now it seems that what he said was true. If he wanted to kill us, even if Lord Steven were here, he might not be able to stop him."

"That's true."

"What happened after Lord Steven, that demon, teleported next to Lance? I didn't see it at all."

"He threw a punch, a counterattack, and the speed of the punch was so fast that I could only see the afterimage. I could barely catch a glimpse of his fist, so it's normal that you can't see it."

"Then now..."

"I'm leaving now. When I get back, I'll suggest that Your Majesty first withdraw the arrest warrant for Andre, and then have Your Majesty verify whether our god really owes that person money."

"Are you really going to drop the arrest warrant for [Andre]?"

"Yes, cancel it. If we don't cancel it, and the knights of other branches of our temple encounter that person, they may suffer heavy casualties, no, they will have no chance of survival, or even the chance to become ghosts."

"Look, look, Lord Steven! Look! That demon has been thrown into that huge iron pot full of water by that Lance! They've lit a fire! This isn't steaming, it's boiling that demon! By the God of War, are there people even more ferocious than demons?!"

Steven gasped. Lance had really thrown that devil into the pot? Was he really going to boil him?

Or should we clean the demon's fur first before steaming it? "You all, remember what that Little Dragon Highness looks like, it's best to draw it, and go back and tell the other clergy in the temple that if you ever see this Little Dragon Highness again, don't make a move on her, be as nice to her as you can!"