Evil Dragon: The young dragon I picked up keeps planning on becoming an empress

Chapter 409: Chapter 255: Dragon Whelp, Call Me Daddy and Let Her Hear It

His future dragon whelp grasped pinyin?

It seemed she really was the dragon whelp he would raise in the future, for no other whelp he didn’t raise could fluently pronounce “a, o, e, yi, wu, yu”.

Since she knew pinyin, it would save a lot of trouble; the difficulty of learning the demon language would be greatly reduced.

“Elementary Demon Language Textbook, I’ve marked the pinyin for you; you need to wake up half an hour earlier each morning and stand on the balcony reciting the little stories from the demon language textbook.”

The Elementary Demon Language Textbook was his own compilation, suitable for popularization in lower grades of the Demon Academy. The reason he had been exceptionally recruited into the Demon Academy wasn’t only because his own academic achievements shone brightly, but also because the textbooks he compiled for the lower grades played a certain role.

Lance handed over a ready-made Demon Language Textbook to the young dragon.

The young dragon took the demon version of the language textbook and saw the chibi-style little demon on the cover, conjuring an image of her own chibi-style avatar in her mind.

The Evil Dragon’s talent in drawing was truly formidable.

If demons all looked like the one on the cover of the book, she wouldn’t find demons fierce and terrifying at all; instead, she would find them cute.

Language textbook.

These three words were in demon script. Under normal circumstances, she would definitely not recognize them, but there was pinyin above these demon characters, and she naturally pronounced them by following the pinyin.

Her pronunciation couldn’t compare with a real demon’s, after all, she wasn’t one.

Flipping open the cover of the book, many oddly shaped characters came into her view, all with pinyin annotations, with no little stories to recite in the first three or four pages.

It wasn’t until pages five and six that there were any.

And there were illustrations.

There was something swimming in the water in the illustration… it looked like a tadpole.

She had seen many of these crowded together in the waters of Saint Blue… there were quite a lot of them.

The demon script was abundant; they were texts that could be recited.

She read a bit to see what the story was about.

Title: [xiao ke dou zhao ma ma]

Huh?

Little Tadpoles Looking for Their Mother?

This story seemed to exist in the Human World too, and had also been incorporated into their textbooks. In the Human World, this little story titled “Little Tadpoles Looking for Their Mother” was categorized as a fairy tale.

[In the pond, there was a group of little tadpoles with big heads, black bodies, swinging their long tails, swimming happily back and forth.

As the little tadpoles swam and swam, in a few days they grew two hind legs. When they saw Fish Mother teaching the little fish how to catch prey, they swam over and asked, “Auntie Fish, where is our mother?”

Fish Mother told her children, “If you’re hungry, you can also eat tadpoles, you know.”]

The young dragon stopped reciting at this point; it didn’t seem right, it was very off. This “Little Tadpoles Looking for Their Mother” was completely different from the version in the Human World…

She vaguely remembered that in the Human World’s “Little Tadpoles Looking for Their Mother,” they came across a kind Carp Mother who even told the little tadpoles what their mother looked like.

Why was the demon version of “Little Tadpoles Looking for Their Mother” like this?

This wasn’t a fairy tale at all!

“Not bad, not bad, being able to read these pinyin means you must have completed the primary school curriculum.”

Elementary school curriculum?

Who do you think you’re looking down on?

The Evil Dragon had said she could enter middle school level at any time, don’t forget, she studies even while sleeping, and even her dreams are filled with learning.

If she doesn’t study well, she can get her palms struck with a ruler by the Evil Dragon in her dreams, which is really painful, you know.

“Now, if you cover these phonetic annotations, how many Demon Script characters can you recognize?”

The Young Dragon grinned, “Not a single one.”

“???”

“I really like the feeling of knowledge gliding through my brain without leaving a trace. I guess my eyes are so clear and bright because they haven’t been polluted by knowledge… Ow, ow, ow…”

With teary eyes, the Young Dragon merely repeated to the present Evil Dragon what the 3,456-year-old Evil Dragon Lance had said to her. Why did she suddenly get smacked on the head…?

It hurts.

It really hurts…

She had thought an underage Evil Dragon would have a better temper, only to find out it was even more explosive than the grown-up version…

Lance stared at his fist, puzzled. It was really strange; it’s not like he involuntarily punched the Young Dragon…

He didn’t intend to, but his fist moved on its own…

But the Young Dragon was pretty tough. His future self must have spoiled this kid too much, otherwise, why would she dare be so informal with him?

To ask him to call her “sister” as soon as they met.

“Next time don’t be so cheeky, or I might involuntarily feel like hitting you again.”

Lance really wanted to ask the Young Dragon if his future self ever hit her, but remembering they were in a school, he decided to wait until they got home to ask.

“Dark Magic Dragonkin Lance! How dare you back throw me!”

“Sorry, it wasn’t on purpose. If you’re really angry, I can give you a chance to back throw me.”

“Fine!”

The Young Dragon watched as the young Demon Princess Christine blinked in front of Lance, grabbed one of his wrists with one hand and his other arm with the other hand, squatted and pushed her hips forward with effort, trying to flip Lance to the ground.

Pushing her hips forward with effort, Lance stood still, not moving an inch.

She continued pushing her hips forward with effort, and still, Lance remained unmoved…

Lance’s feet seemed to have grown into the ground.

“Your Highness, Princess, I gave you a chance and you didn’t make use of it.”

“How dare you! A lowly member of the Demon Race mocking royalty?!”

A young demon with snow-white horns atop his head raised his right hand, and a pure white array instantly formed in the void, “World-Ending White Flame!”

Pure white flames surged from the array, and the Young Dragon who originally sat in her chair somehow appeared behind Lance.

She held up a large black and red shield, blocking the pure white flames that shot towards Lance.

The immense force of the impact pushed her back several steps.

After blocking this wave of attack, the Young Dragon quickly put away the shield at lightning speed and pulled out the Thunder Hammer from the Lucky Coin, swinging it at the Demon who had attacked Lance.

The violent surge of the black and red Power of Thunder instantly engulfed the entire classroom, and the array that the Demon’s right hand had conjured was destroyed by the thunder.

The demon that attacked Lance suffered a double assault, first struck by the Power of Thunder and then hit hard with a hammer blow from the young dragon.

The young demon immediately spat out charred smoke and began to convulse on the ground.

“Don’t think about ambushing Lance in front of me.”

Hmph.

The three-thousand-four-hundred-and-fifty-six-year-old Evil Dragon… she might not be able to protect him.

The Evil Dragon from more than two thousand years ago… she could still help him out a bit.

A dragon of that age probably wasn’t strong enough to suppress the entire breed of Abyssal Demons at once.

She couldn’t just stand by and watch the Evil Dragon get bullied by these Abyssal Demons.

After knocking out the demon that attacked Lance, the young dragon put away the Thunder Hammer, took out a shield, ran behind Lance, raised the shield high, and watched the surrounding Abyssal Demon Race warily.

Hey…

Their hair was standing on end from the electricity, and the fingers of a small number of demons were still twitching unconsciously…

Lance pointed his fingers in a sword-like fashion and poked Christine’s back. With a muffled grunt, she released her grip on Lance’s right arm and covered her waist…

She suspected that Dark Magic Dragonkin Lance had damaged her kidney…

Lance turned and touched the young dragon’s head—sure enough, his future dragon whelp knew how to protect him.

Although he didn’t really need her protection just now.

“I could handle an accident of that level just now.”

“Hey, it was a reflex because you seem young, you could be at a disadvantage…”

“Alright, there’s nothing for you here for now, go back over there and keep reading. Try to remember all the Demon Script from the short film ‘Tadpole Looking for his Mother’ before tonight, and it would be best if you could write it out.”

“Oh.”

Under the watchful eyes of a dozen young demons, the young dragon returned to her seat and continued flipping through the Demon Language textbooks prepared for her by the Evil Dragon.

Apart from ‘Tadpole Looking for his Mother’.

There were a few other reading passages.

One was ‘Rocking Boat’.

Another was ‘Little Demon Gets a Haircut’.

These two short pieces were so childishly simple.

They would suit a six or seven-year-old reciting them better.

Having her recite them… kind of treated her like a child.

Which royal princess is still of a significant age, yet recites children’s stories for no reason?

If her detestable elder sister Asina found out, wouldn’t she be the laughing stock?

She didn’t want to recite…

She sneaked a glance at the Evil Dragon.

Evil Dragon Lance dragged the unconscious demon out of the classroom and began to slam it back and forth…

The young Evil Dragon… seemed to have a bit of a temper…

But his technique of slamming demons… looked somewhat familiar…

Now she remembered; he had once done this to the Golden Giant Dragon.

“What is your relationship with Dark Magic Dragonkin Lance?”

Demon Princess Christine appeared in front of the young dragon.

The young dragon looked at the Demon Princess before her and thought this princess seemed rather green for her age.

If she were to give this princess a hammer blow unexpectedly…

What would be the consequences?

Hmm…

There was a high probability she might get beaten up by the demons in this classroom…

Better to sneakily attack the princess when leaving this place.

“Hmm… Familiar… Hmm… I am the familiar of Dark Magic Dragonkin Lance.”

In this situation, if she claimed to be a dragon whelp raised by Dark Magic Dragonkin, the princess might think she was teasing or playing with her…

“Not a familiar, she’s a whelp I’m raising, you can consider her my daughter.”

Familiars and whelps are two different concepts.

Maybe it wasn’t bad to experience the troubles of raising a whelp ahead of time.

Christine erupted with anger. This damned Dark Magic Dragonkin dared to disregard her royal status and even had the gall to attack her in front of the Academy students, throwing her over his shoulder.

She wasn’t sure if he was genuinely that audacious or if he was trying to attract more members of the Royal Family with this unique method.

Whatever his purpose, it didn’t matter for now; she was infuriated that this low-ranking Black Magic Dragonfolk dared to mock her, claiming a young dragon nearly her age was his daughter.

Even if he had said the young dragon was his sister, she wouldn’t have been this angry.

“To insult me like this, Dark Magic Dragonkin Lance… do you really believe that the strength I’ve shown is all I have?

Good, what you just said has completely enraged me. Dark Magic Dragonkin Lance, now I can show you if I, Christine, have the power to suppress someone of your lowly demon race!”

“Don’t believe?” Lance’s gaze fell on the young dragon, “Dragon Whelp, call me daddy and let her hear.”

……

On Demon God Altar Square, Lance, seeing himself in the Eye of the Demon God speaking to the young dragon, was getting angry.

His dragon whelp had never called him daddy, and there he was more than two thousand years ago, casually asking the dragon whelp to call him daddy.

Had he ever considered the feelings of his future self?

And that simpleton of a dragon whelp he had, upon seeing his younger self, the first thing she did was to have him call her “sister.”

He made a mental note; first thing upon returning, she’d get a thrashing.

There was also something strange; if the young dragon had seen the historical him, why was there no memory of that period in his current recollections?

Was it because they hadn’t been updated yet?

Or did the Eye of the Demon God automatically correct and erase memories?

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