The Dragon Who Neglected His Proper Work

The Dragon Who Neglected His Proper Work

It wasn't that she, the Imperial Princess, was useless. It was that the evil dragon she had encountered was too outstanding.

He was completely different from the evil dragons in the legends.

"Are you hungry?"

"No, no. You gave me both Roasted Beast Legs earlier, and I didn't see you eat anything. I was worried you might be hungry."

"I'm not hungry."

Lance rehung the Adamantine Circle on his dragon horn.

"Move around as you like. Rest if you want to rest, go out and play if you want to go out and play."

"Okay, okay, okay."

The young dragon was still somewhat nervous. It was easy to see from her eyes and demeanor that she was still a little afraid of him, this adult dragon.

There was nothing to be done about that. It would take time to dispel the young dragon's fear of him.

After they spent some time together and the young dragon realized he meant her no harm, she would probably stop feeling so restrained and regain a young dragon's playful nature.

Lance had previously thought that talking to the young dragon more would ease her unease. Now it seemed that talking to her more would only make her feel anxious.

He would let her move around freely and see whether it could awaken her desire to explore.

The layout of his Dragon Lair should not be boring.

The Dragon Lair fell quiet.

Lucia lay on the soft flowers and grass, watching the evil dragon.

The evil dragon, Lance, went to the study.

The evil dragon, Lance, began to glow.

The evil dragon, Lance, had shrunk! Lucia was shocked as she watched his enormous dragon body gradually shrink to around three meters.

Such a tiny evil dragon. Lucia turned to look at her own dragon body. Right now, she was twice the evil dragon's size.

A bold thought surfaced in her mind.

If she slapped the shrunken evil dragon, would he cry? Ha, if she really did that, she did not know whether the evil dragon would cry, but she would definitely be hung up and beaten by him. Evil dragon Lance was truly amazing. He could even freely control the size of his dragon body.

Why had he shrunk himself so small? Lucia was puzzled as she slowly shuffled toward the study.

She saw him. The evil dragon was holding a pen and writing something.

Lucia, who had been lying on the flowers and grass, got up and squatted in front of evil dragon Lance's desk, curiously watching him write and draw.

It was human writing.

Pampered: The Evil Dragon Falls in Love with Me.

???

What was this? Why did those opening words resemble the entertainment books published by Imperial Capital Publishing House? Some young noble ladies and noblewomen occasionally read entertainment books to pass the time.

She read them too whenever she had nothing to do.

Stories about evil dragons, princesses, and heroes could all be found in entertainment books.

Part of what she knew about evil dragons came from entertainment books, and part came from adventurers' accounts.

Could evil dragon Lance be writing an entertainment book? Impossible, impossible.

How could an evil dragon write romance entertainment books? He had never even been in love.

Could an evil dragon who had never been in love write a readable romance novel?

"Evil Lance, what are you writing?"

"A manuscript."

"A manuscript?"

"Yes, the sort of romance entertainment book human girls read."

It really was an entertainment book! The evil dragon even had a clear target audience! His target readers were human girls.

"Are you writing this for princesses to pass the time?"

"No. It's to make money."

The evil dragon actually knew he could make money by writing entertainment books. Those who wrote entertainment books in the Imperial Capital could indeed earn money that way.

Some famous entertainment-book authors could even collaborate with theaters.

But Lance was an evil dragon. Under normal circumstances, shouldn't his way of obtaining wealth be raiding human towns? "Can it really make money?"

"Yes."

"How much can you make?"

"Adding up all the bits and pieces, there should be around a hundred gold coins."

"..."

A hundred gold coins? As an evil dragon, could he endure such humiliation? If it were her, she would have kidnapped the owner of the publishing house and forced him to buy out her entertainment book at a high price.

For one entertainment book, she would demand at least a thousand gold—no, ten thousand gold coins! "That's too little. Raiding human towns is much faster." Lucia gathered her courage to make that jab, then asked, "Lance, why don't you raid human towns? Or attack merchant caravans?"

"Stolen gold coins are unclean, and they give off an ominous aura. I also don't like bullying the weak. Making money with my own abilities is more interesting."

From the moment he hatched until he grew into an adult black dragon, he had never raided a human town, attacked a merchant caravan, or bullied the Foreign Races of the continent.

As long as humans did not set their sights on him, he would not set his sights on humans.

If humans did set their sights on him, however, he would not mind letting them know what an evil dragon was.

"So you've never gone to the human world to steal money?"

"No." Lance looked up. "You don't believe me?"

"If another evil dragon said that, I wouldn't believe them. But if you say it... I believe you."

It was a strange instinct. Although she was very afraid of evil dragon Lance, his words carried great credibility with her.

"You should stop writing this manuscript."

"Why?"

"You've never been in love, so the romance entertainment book you write definitely won't let the young noble ladies of the human world relate to it."

"..."

That made sense. He could not refute it.

No wonder the manuscripts he had submitted to publishing houses in the past had all vanished without a trace.

Did he have to fall in love at least once to write a good romance story? "Actually, the romance stories I write are quite good. If you don't believe me, I can bring out my old manuscripts for you to read."

"..."

Lance stopped writing manuscripts and began writing teaching materials instead.

Dragons: Dragon Language Textbook for Young Dragon Kindergarteners.

He would first compile a kindergarten-level Dragon Language textbook. Once the young dragon learned it, he would compile an elementary-level Dragon Language textbook.

He would let the young dragon learn slowly.

After all, time was the one thing dragons never lacked.

The evil dragon had changed his writing.

The characters he wrote were not used by humans.

They looked like some kind of ancient script.

As the Imperial Princess, she had systematically studied the languages of several Foreign Races.

Elven Language.

Beastman Language.

Dwarven Language.

She could even use these languages to communicate with elves, dwarves, and beastmen.

Right, the evil dragon was teaching her Dragon Language, so she could teach him the languages of the Foreign Races in return.

Hmm, she would teach the evil dragon Elven Language first.

Elven Language was beautiful.

Its script was elegant and free-flowing, as lovely as elves themselves.

The evil dragon knew many things, but he definitely did not understand Elven Language.

Hehe, it seemed that she, this Imperial Princess, was not entirely useless in front of evil dragon Lance.

"Lance, what language is this?"

"Dragon Language."

"You even write entertainment books in Dragon Language?"

"These are teaching materials. I'll use them to teach you Dragon Language tonight."

"Huh?" Lucia was a little dazed. She had been captured by the evil dragon, and on her very first day, she had to attend class as a student?

"Every night, you'll study Dragon Language for two hours. Day of Gods is for resting."

Day of Gods meant Saturday and Sunday.

"Oh, got it."

If she had to study, then she would study.

Ancient Dragon Language. Historians wanted to learn it, but evil dragons could not even be bothered to teach them.

Besides, perhaps the evil dragon would have to learn Elven Language from her during the day.

At night, she was the evil dragon's student.

During the day, the evil dragon was her student.

"Lance, can you speak Elven?"

"Yes." The evil dragon, who was compiling the teaching materials, stopped writing and looked at Lucia. "Do you want to learn Elven?"

"..."

Lucia did not answer. She squatted off to the side and drew circles with her dragon claw.

Was the evil dragon perhaps neglecting his proper work a little?