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

A venerable elder in a black tailcoat stepped through the portal shrouded in black and crimson fog, appearing at the entrance to Hell.

Lance saw who it was and was rendered speechless; he had been stood up.

Death God Solomon hadn't come; instead, it was the necromancer Brandon.

Sigh.

He had planned to ask Death God Solomon for an advance on a thousand years' worth of wages. It seemed that idea would have to wait.

Brandon, his silver hair gleaming, appeared at the entrance to Hell. With his right hand on his chest, he knelt on one knee, "Brandon has the honor of greeting Lord Lance. Lord Lance, the respected one has been called to a meeting and couldn't come. The esteemed one tasked me to welcome this Fallen Angel lord."

"There's no need for such formalities; please get up."

"It is necessary."

With his silver hair, Brandon finished speaking and stood up, looking at Lance with great respect. He hadn't expected to meet this lord so soon.

The successor that Death God Solomon favored the most thought very highly of this lord.

In their daily exchanges, when Death God Solomon mentioned this lord, it was as if he spoke of an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.

From the tone of his voice, Brandon could tell that Death God Solomon didn't regard this lord as merely a subordinate.

"Lord Lance, do you have any messages for me to pass on to that esteemed one?"

"Yes, when you return, ask Solomon if I can get an advance on a thousand years of my wages. I'm seriously short on cash recently."

"..."

After a brief moment of speechlessness, Brandon laughed. Only this lord could be so bold. No other apprentice reapers would dare to say such a thing, nor would they enjoy such treatment.

"Very well, I will ask for you, Lord Lance. But in the end, you may have to ask the esteemed one yourself for confirmation."

"Mhm."

Lance nodded and took off the head covering he wore.

Brandon had exposed his identity. Justin had been staring at him for quite some time. At this moment, Lance didn't mind letting Justin know about his Hell Grim Reaper status.

After all, he was headed to Hell, and it would come to light sooner or later.

The black fog swirling around his face dissipated, revealing his true appearance.

"How... how... how could it be you? You... how are you still the Hell Grim Reaper? You..."

Justin sputtered out his words. The revelation of Lance's identity as the Hell Grim Reaper truly stunned him. This guy... not only was he the Great Emperor of the netherworld...

Now... he was also the Hell Grim Reaper.

Seeing how that human elder at the gateway to Hell treated Lance, it seemed that Lance held some standing in Hell too...

No wonder he was indifferent to the position of the highest official in the Judgment Royal Court.

No, that's not right.

He must have obtained his Hell Grim Reaper status after leaving the Abyss.

An apprentice reaper under Hell's contract?

That's also incorrect, an apprentice reaper signed by Hell wouldn't hold such a high rank.

Reapers from Hell wouldn't bow to him like that.

"Don't be so shocked. I'm just working to make a living, you know? I have no background, no money. So naturally, I need to find a job with a strong backer who can protect me...

Even if they can't protect me, if something unfortunate happens later on, at least I have a fallback plan. But what about you, Archangel Justin? Why did you die so suddenly?"

"Is that a polite question to ask?"

"Just genuinely curious."

"I detached my Domain Kingdom."

A look of sudden realization crossed Lance's face. Indeed, detaching one's domain could lead to such a circumstance.

"Send me back! I don't want to die anymore."

"???"

Lance was amused. Matters of life and death could be so arbitrary?

"If you have any last wishes, tell me. After I leave, I'll fulfill the wishes you didn't get to."

"I plan to unite with all the old folks of the royal family, deploy the Taboo Magic Weapon, and utterly obliterate you in the Abyss."

"..."

Was that really necessary?

With no enmity, was such severity called for?

Uniting all the old royal family members and deploying a Taboo Magic Weapon, such an act could grievously wound him even if it didn't kill him.

That was the best-case scenario, but the worst... he might be sealed for thousands, if not tens of thousands, of years....

"You are far too terrifying," "Not only have you concealed your strength, but you've also hidden your identity. You're not just the Hell Grim Reaper, but also a li... little..."

A dense, pitch-black fog suddenly enveloped Justin, quickly obscuring him entirely.

Lance stepped into the black fog, approaching Justin, ready to erase some of his memories.

Forget about that old fellow seeing the small underworld holding up his statue and calling him the Great Emperor.

Having ventured into hell, if word of this got out, he feared he would immediately be wanted by hell.

Perhaps even Death God Solomon would personally find him and demand an explanation.

Way too much trouble.

"How about forgetting the incident of the small underworld's Soul Reaper holding a statue of me and saying I'm the Great Emperor of the small underworld?"

Initially deprived of his senses, Justin first heard Lance's words, and then he found he could see Lance again.

"You're also afraid of hell giving you trouble?"

"Thinking too much, I just don't want hell to misunderstand me. You've seen I have no fondness for the small underworld. If you agree not to spread this matter when you go to hell, I won't erase this part of your memory.

I feel that casually erasing someone's memory... isn't very polite. Unless it's necessary, I don't actively do this sort of thing."

"You want to erase my memory?"

"It's a hassle. Erasing your memory is easier and saves effort."

Justin didn't speak. He stared at Lance for a while, his gaze falling upon the surrounding pitch-black fog, only able to hear Lance's words, hear Lance's voice.

When his gaze left Lance, he couldn't see anything, as if he had become blind.

He couldn't hear any noise either.

Underfoot was also pitch-black, lacking the sensation of solid ground beneath his feet.

It was like stepping on a soft cloud.

What kind of ability was this?

In the Divine Realm, he had never heard of anyone possessing such a strange ability, nor had he heard of any of the Seven Demon Gods from the abyss or other Demon Gods having this ability.

This ability... could a lower-ranked member of the Demon Race truly wield it?

That's not right, Lance's current appearance... was completely human!

This guy... was he Dark Magic Dragonkin or human?

Hiding strength, concealing identity... Could this bastard have even hidden his race?

At this thought, Justin suddenly felt sympathy for the various royal heirs of the abyss.

For over two thousand years, their understanding of Lance had still remained solely on the identity of Dark Magic Dragonkin Lance.

They knew nothing else about him.

Lance was different; he understood the royal heirs of the abyss well, even if he didn't know their current true power.

With his current power, he didn't fear the strength they concealed.

The position of Abyss Demon Emperor... was likely truly going to fall upon Lance.

"Are you human? Or are you Dark Magic Dragonkin?"

"I am both. At this point, why do you bother with this question?" Lance added, "Do you agree to forget that I am the Great Emperor of the small underworld?"

"If you aren't, why do you care about this matter?"

"It's troublesome. Alright then, it's better to directly erase your memory. Don't worry, as the Hell Grim Reaper, I possess the hellish sorcery to erase soul memories."

"I agree to forget that you are the Great Emperor of the small underworld."

Lance looked at Justin for a while and nodded, "I trust you. I won't make you swear. Being dead, you probably don't have any intention to cause trouble. Once in hell, I'll have Death God Solomon invite you for tea."

The black fog engulfing both Lance and Justin dispersed.

Brandon was still waiting at the entrance of hell. Seeing Lance, he did not rush nor ask what had just happened.

Lance, my lord... isn't the kind of person with a scheming and gloomy heart, plotting all sorts of messy conspiracies.

"Go on your journey without worry, Justin the Great Angel. I will not become a formidable enemy to your Fallen Angel tribe, nor will I be a formidable enemy to any royal family in the abyss.

As for the Demon Emperor's position, I have not the slightest interest."

"You don't even regard the Demon Emperor's throne, that makes you even more terrifying. The entire abyss... has misjudged you, and you have deceived the entire ab... ah... yss..."

Unable to tolerate it anymore, Lance kicked Justin into the hell passage. The old fellow's capability for wild imaginings was ridiculously overactive.

Smiling, Brandon gave Lance a bow and escorted the Fallen Angel Justin towards the depths of the passage...

The hell passage vanished.

Lance saw his Diamond Talisman on his hand glow; Saint Blue had sent him a message: [Viscount, the Giant Dragon era has come!]