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

"Viscount, the era of Giant Dragons has come!"

The era of Giant Dragons has come?

Upon seeing the message from Tixia, Lance experienced a brief stupefaction as he wondered if the era of Giant Dragons Tixia spoke about was the one he imagined?

It probably wasn't. The legendary era of Giant Dragons was when Giant Dragons led trends, with their presence seen across the world. Wherever the Giant Dragons went, all living creatures submitted. That was the true era of Giant Dragons.

The era of Giant Dragons that Tixia spoke of might refer to "Dragon Island approaching the world."

Last night, Death God Solomon mentioned this matter to him. He thought that the arrival of Dragon Island was still a long way off, but it turned out that Giant Dragons had already begun to be active in the Human World.

It was time to leave the Abyss and return to the Human World.

He had spent quite some time in the Abyss, which, converted to the Human World's timeline, was close to four months.

Luckily, Er Gouzi and Turtle could tend to weeding and help with the fruit trees. Being away from Black Dragon Island for a short period wouldn't matter; the crops wouldn't be neglected.

And then there was Saint Blue, it was uncertain if the economic crisis there had been resolved.

Judging from the message Tixia sent, even if Saint Blue hadn't solved the economic crisis, it seemed there was no immediate crisis.

If there was a crisis, Tixia would have contacted him immediately.

The development in Saint Blue was still quite good. Apart from being tricked once by the King of the Red Maple Kingdom, there were no other issues.

After putting away the projection communicator, Lance left the gloomy area and flew toward the Demon Academy.

Dragon Cub and her four little friends were still asleep there. By this time... they should be waking up, or perhaps they were already awake.

If they were awake, he would take Dragon Cub back to the Human World.

As for the throne of the Demon Emperor...

He had no interest in it whatsoever and didn't wish to go through battles in the south and the north of the Abyss for that so-called title of Demon Emperor.

To stand against all the royal families.

That nasty Eye of the Demon God wanted him to vie for the throne of the Demon Emperor, but he intended to disappoint that bad chum.

And as for the royal families of the Abyss, they probably thought he would stay in the Abyss to fight for the throne...

That bunch of old chaps, they loved to think the worst of him—this kind-hearted Black Dragon.

He didn't have the leisure to stay in the Abyss fighting for supremacy.

Cultivating Dragon Cub was the real matter at hand.

Who was the damned fool that spread rumors claiming Dragon Cub wanted to step on the heads of all Giant Dragons in Dragon Island and ascend step by step to become the Dragon God...

With Dragon Cub being that naive, becoming a Dragon King would be good enough.

He wanted to trick her, sure, but he never intended to deceive her to her doom.

All Giant Dragons were a bunch of simpletons who didn't like using their brains. With overpowering strength, why would they need to?

Upon arriving at the Demon Academy, Lance found that Demon Princess Christine, Succubus Meredith, and Great Vampire Krastihela, whom he had gotten drunk last night, were chatting leisurely with Dragon Cub where they had been drinking.

Dragon Cub's four little friends were sitting aside, and their conversation seemed to be about him.

Were they seeking information about him from Dragon Cub?

"In the middle of the night... What are you doing here instead of sleeping? You're not here to chat with me again, are you?"

Lance appeared before Christine, Meredith, and Great Vampire Krastihela with a smile.

"Where have you been?"

"Just wandering around... Or is it... Do you still want to know my whereabouts?"

Demon Princess Christine stared at Lance for a while before speaking coldly, "The great Fallen Angel Justin... is dead. You'd better be careful these days, Justin's death may cause the Fallen Angel family to trouble you at any moment.

Many Fallen Angels believe Justin's death is not unrelated to you."

"That's indeed a possibility; after all, no one can guarantee there won't be a small group of foolish individuals with less savvy in a clan."

One couldn't expect every angel to possess wisdom like Justin.

"You seem quite nonchalant about it. It's only natural for part of the Fallen Angel family to think this way. Before you emerged in the Abyss, Great Angel Justin was alive and well. The night after your battle with him, he passed away...

Moreover, your arrival stirred up the battle for the Demon Emperor's throne. Eliminating or ousting a previously lower-status demon like you in advance would benefit the Fallen Angel family."

"So, what you're saying is... Regardless of my involvement in Justin's death, the Fallen Angel family would consider me a great enemy of their clan?"

"To put it precisely, as of now, you are a formidable enemy to all royal families in the Abyss, Lance... After tonight, when we meet again, we will be opponents.

If in the upcoming wars, you manage to defeat the heirs of all Abyss royal families and become the Demon Emperor, then at that time... I will choose to submit to you.

Conversely, if I become the Abyss Demon Emperor, I hope that you will unconditionally submit and swear allegiance to me."

"So the reason the three of you came to find me tonight... is to declare war on me?"

Lance sat down opposite Christine, finding it somewhat amusing. How did all these folks think he would participate in the battle for the Demon Emperor's throne?

And even had a chance of becoming the Demon Emperor?

Naive.

Those old fogies of the Abyss would never allow a demon, who was neither royal nor noble, to become the Demon Emperor.

To become the Demon Emperor under such circumstances would require overpowering strength, enough to suppress all dissent in the Abyss.

Sadly, he was not yet capable of subduing a group of old fogies.

If he could, whoever dared to annoy him, he would dare to suppress and seal for hundreds or even thousands of years.