My Evil Dragon Daddy

Painting could cultivate the mind, enrich a dragon's life, and bring peace to a dragon's heart.

Most importantly, painting could give a dragon a melancholic air. He had heard that the princesses of the human world loved handsome men with a hint of melancholy.

To turn himself into an evil dragon with a slightly melancholic air, Lance learned to paint.

He had learned to paint, but whether he had become an evil dragon with a melancholic air, Lance didn't know. In any case, no princess had ever confessed her feelings to him. Instead, he had frightened several princesses into tears.

The beautiful love stories between evil dragons and princesses in legend had nothing to do with him, a black dragon.

Sometimes Lance wondered whether the evil dragons loved by princesses might be red dragons.

Red dragons had bad tempers, but the scales on their bodies, which resembled blazing red flames, were indeed very handsome.

Although he thought his own scales were handsome too—perhaps even more handsome and attractive than a red dragon's—the fact remained that his scales weren't as dazzlingly beautiful as a red dragon's.

To discover the beauty of his scales, one needed a pair of eyes skilled at discovering beauty.

Finding a pair of eyes skilled at discovering beauty was rather difficult.

After all, not every living creature possessed the vertical pupils of a giant dragon, capable of discovering the beauty in all the races of the world.

But it didn't matter. In any case, he had never intended to fall in love with a princess from the human world.

He had learned to paint mostly so that the princesses of the human world would know he was an evil dragon of extraordinary talent.

Not the kind of evil dragon who only knew how to force princesses into romance and plunder human towns, caravans, or other races.

"Woof, woof."

The Hellhound Er Gouzi came running over from afar, barking.

After reaching Lance's side, Er Gouzi rubbed its two dog heads against the evil dragon's tail, then ran to the easel and lay down.

It had to make sure that Lance could see it at any time.

That was the experience it had gained after Lance had accidentally broken its legs three times, sent it flying dozens of times with his tail, and flattened its tail hundreds of times by sitting on it.

Looking at Turtle floating on the sea while the dragonling washed its shell, Er Gouzi grew a little angry. Turtle didn't hide its disdain for it at all. The dragonling could wash its shell, so Er Gouzi could too.

It was just that its method of washing Turtle's shell was a little different.

The dragonling brought by the evil dragon used a brush to wash Turtle's shell.

If Er Gouzi washed Turtle's shell, it would use its tongue to lick it.

First, it would spray Hellfire to disinfect Turtle's shell, then lick it all over with its tongue, guaranteeing that Turtle's shell would be brighter than its own plate.

Turtle didn't know how to enjoy itself and was always complaining that Er Gouzi wasn't clean.

Actually, it was very clean. Evil dragon Lance gave it a Rabies Vaccine every few days, and occasionally fed it some medicinal liquid, saying that it could drive out parasites.

What kind of parasite could live on a Hellhound? Could the Hellfire burning on its body really not incinerate the parasites that evil dragon Lance spoke of? Er Gouzi turned its head and glanced behind it. Evil dragon Lance was going to paint, and from this distance, it seemed unable to enter Lance's field of view while he painted.

Evil dragon Lance's gaze seemed to remain fixed on Turtle and the dragonling.

Only painting Turtle and the dragonling? That wouldn't do. It was the dog of this family, so Lance's painting had to include this Hellhound too.

In Lance's words, this was called a Family Portrait.

It really didn't want to admit that the dragonling who wanted to raise pigs was a member of this family.

Ever since the dragonling arrived, evil dragon Lance had stopped petting its dog heads.

It wanted Lance to pet its dog heads.

If it lay on the beach, would evil dragon Lance paint it into the picture? The two dog heads discussed it, and Er Gouzi decided that Lance would definitely overlook it subconsciously.

It had to enter the sea and swim to Turtle's side. Better yet, it should jump onto Turtle's back. That way, Lance wouldn't leave it outside the portrait.

Family Portrait, Er Gouzi is coming!

Waves splashed across the golden sea. Bathed in golden light, Er Gouzi swam toward Turtle on the surface of the sea.

A vicious dog entered the beautiful scene.

Lance began constructing a new scene in his mind, and the painting needed a new name too.

The Dragonling, Turtle, and Dog Chasing the Dragon and Turtle: The Dog Is a Dog, and We Are About to Set Sail

He would think about the name later. For now, he would leave the dragonling with a precious memory.

A crystal ball radiating a faint glow flew out from Lance's horns and landed atop the easel.

Memory Crystal Ball.

Once the Memory Crystal Ball was activated, it would automatically capture scenes and then preserve them inside itself.

Whenever he wanted to watch them, he could take out the Memory Crystal Ball and activate its projection function. The scenes it had captured would automatically be projected into the void.

After he, Turtle, and Er Gouzi all died of old age, the scenes captured by the Memory Crystal Ball would become the dragonling's most precious memories.

He might as well give it to the dragonling as an inheritance.

Once the as-yet-unnamed painting was finished, it would also become one of the inheritances he left to the dragonling.

He had only three hopes for the dragonling: first, that she would live longer than him.

Second, that before she turned a thousand, she would evolve into a Pure-Blooded Amethyst Dragonling.

Third, that she would become an evil dragon, a giant dragon, more outstanding than he was—and preferably call him "Daddy" before she turned a thousand.

"Hey, hey, hey! Help, help, help! Er Gouzi, get out of the way! I'm falling!"

"Woof, woof, woof!!!"

The dragonling accidentally fell from Turtle's shell into the sea. Er Gouzi had just swum to the side of Turtle's shell and was preparing to climb up when it watched helplessly as the dragonling fell from Turtle's back, slammed into its two dog heads, and knocked it into the sea. Bubbles kept rising from the golden surface. Lance didn't know whether the dragonling was drinking seawater down there or Er Gouzi was.

The dragonling was clumsy.

How had Er Gouzi become stupid too?

Lance bared his teeth while holding his paintbrush and recorded the scene. He decided to paint several chibi versions of it later.

After splashing around in the sea for a while, the dragonling spread her wings and flew onto Turtle's back.

Er Gouzi barked for the dragonling to pull it up, but the dragonling seemed not to understand.

"Dragonling who raises pigs, Er Gouzi wants you to pull it up. This is how Er Gouzi says it."

Lance translated Er Gouzi's barking for the dragonling.

"I'm not a dragonling who raises pigs!"

Because the evil dragon wouldn't let her raise pigs.

The dragonling glared at Er Gouzi while holding the brush.

Thinking that they didn't know how much longer they would have to stay on the island, the dragonling eventually held the brush out to Er Gouzi's mouth. She let Er Gouzi bite the handle, then pulled it up.

"Woof, woof. Woof, woof, woof."

"Er Gouzi wants you to lower your dragon tail to its mouth. It will bite your dragon tail, and then you can pull it up."

"Dream on, you stinking dog."

"!!!"

Damn it, the dragonling picked up by evil dragon Lance had called it a stinking dog!!!

Lance began painting and stopped paying attention to the dragonling and dog arguing noisily in the sea.

After the portrait was completed, he hung it in the highest place in the study. When he died of old age, perhaps one day the dragonling would see the portrait and remember this scene. As tears streamed down her face, she might even murmur, "My evil dragon daddy, Lucia misses you."