The evil dragon Lance's flying posture was natural and fluid. Just watching him fly was a pleasure.
Was this the flying ability of an adult dragon?
Or was Lance the only evil dragon capable of flying so smoothly? Lucia didn't know. It was her first time seeing a real dragon fly.
Before this, in the imperial capital, she had seen griffins flying through the air.
Griffins didn't fly as naturally or smoothly as the evil dragon. It wasn't that griffins flew unnaturally. How should she describe it? The artistic conception.
That was it! The artistic conception.
When griffins flew, they didn't have the artistic conception of an evil dragon.
They didn't have the feeling of blending into their surroundings. The evil dragon's flight made her feel that he had become one with the surrounding environment and the world itself. It was harmonious, natural, unrestrained, free, and carefree—the dashing, willful life of flying wherever the sky was broad and the sea wide. She had never seen such a life. Such a willful dragon life. Lucia felt that she had seen it now. If there really were someone who could live the carefree life they wanted, it should be like the evil dragon Lance's willful dragon life. Unrestrained, free, and without worries. How wonderful.
She wanted a life like that. Once she became emperor, her life absolutely had to be more dashing than the evil dragon Lance's. As for now, she hated it.
She hated that when she flew as a young dragon, she looked like an ugly duckling.
Why could an evil dragon fly more beautifully than an Imperial Princess?
Was that reasonable?
It was completely unreasonable!
Lucia felt that in front of the evil dragon, she was like the ugly duckling from the fairy tales of the human world, or