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

The squid mother ate a person.

In the eyes of the young dragon, heroic spirits were just humans, merely referred to by a different name.

The ferocity of the squid mother exceeded the young dragon's imagination; she had always thought that the clumsy, adorable squid mother, although fierce and ferocious, might hesitate when it really came to eating someone.

Unexpectedly... when it came time to eat someone, the squid mother not only didn't hesitate, but she was also very excited. She poked her head out from the deep sea and, with a roar, engulfed the heroic spirit summoned by the Evil Dragon into her mouth.

The Evil Dragon stood there, spaced out, not knowing what to think. His heroic spirits had been eaten by the squid mother, yet he did nothing as she not only wanted to eat the Queen's Heroic Spirit but also desired to wrap him up with her tentacles and devour him too.

Turning back into Black Dragon in the sky, he flew onto the squid mother's head, forcefully pried open her fierce and ferocious mouth with his Dragon Claw, and reached in to search for the Queen's Heroic Spirit that the squid mother had eaten.

The young dragon prayed, hoping that the Queen's Heroic Spirit had not been directly swallowed into the squid mother's stomach.

The Evil Dragon was vicious too, reaching directly into the squid mother's mouth to search for someone...

Lance felt around inside the squid mother's mouth with his Dragon Claw and found the Flame Queen Helen who had been eaten by the squid mother.

The squid mother hadn't intended to eat Flame Queen Helen; she probably just wanted to taste the cute little person, which was why she rolled Helen into her mouth to sample her flavor.

If the squid mother had really intended to eat Flame Queen Helen, Helen would have likely slipped into the squid mother's stomach by now.

After retrieving Flame Queen Helen from the squid mother's mouth, Lance shook off the sticky saliva from his Dragon Claw, which belonged to the squid mother...

Disgusting...

He definitely needs to give his Dragon Claw a thorough wash.

"That's enough, make yourself look a bit cuter, and later I'll wash your face for you," he said.

"Black Dragon, why don't you come for a spin inside my mouth too..."

Lance gave the squid mother's head a smack with his Dragon Wing, leaving a visibly red mark on her head.

After landing on the island, Lance glanced at the Flame Queen in his Dragon Claw, the red-haired, red-clothed, red-eyed Flame Queen who had fainted, though it wasn't clear if it was from fright or from overexertion.

The heroic spirit, who had appeared so shiny and glowy at the start, had been sprayed with ink by the squid mother and had turned into a black hero. He would have to help this fellow wash off the ink from his face later.

The contaminating nature of the squid mother's ink was strong; to wash it off, he would need to mix some chemicals and scrub repeatedly.

First things first, the Dragon Claw needed to be cleaned; the squid mother's saliva was just too nauseating.

If he knew how to regrow limbs, he almost wanted to chop off his Dragon Claw and grow a new one to use.

He might as well give the old Dragon Claw to the squid mother as a gift, just to stop her from obsessing over how he tasted all the time.

After cleaning his Dragon Claw for nearly fifteen minutes, Lance reappeared as a human, dressed in a new outfit.

No longer wearing the showy purple suit from yesterday.

He changed into a fresh and clean outfit, a white shirt with black suspenders and leather shoes.

His hairstyle changed too, not a shiny slicked-back look, but casually natural.

It was strange.

Changing clothes seemed to also change one's aura.

It was as if he had become a completely different person.

He looked somewhat more pleasing than yesterday.

The young dragon Lucia made a silent assessment in her heart.

If the Evil Dragon were to appear in the capital in this guise, he would surely be very popular with the society ladies there.

Some of the grown noble daughters would probably fancy the Evil Dragon in this form too.

The squid mother had reduced herself to a very small size and was squatting beside the Queen's Heroic Spirit, occasionally prodding her with a tentacle.

"Go play over there," Lance commanded.

Approaching the unconscious Flame Queen, Lance tore a Scroll of Light Source Energy, bathed the Flame Queen in its gentle, inherent light which then slowly infused into her body.

In cases of overexertion like this, treating the Flame Queen with a Scroll of Light Source Energy was more effective than any potion.

After all, heroic spirits were not humans; their very essence was completely different from a human's.

"Lance, save me! No, wait... Lance... run... ah... my head..."

Upon the application of a Scroll of Light Source Energy, the feinting Flame Queen Helen immediately regained consciousness, her sense of awareness still stuck at the moment that terrible monster ate her.

Because she jolted up too suddenly, she bumped her head against the squid mother's head, and they both held their heads in pain, one after the other...Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Ouch... it hurts... I'm still alive... Lance... where's that monster?"

The Flame Queen looked out to sea, which was calm, with no monster in sight.

Had the monster... been chased away by Lance?

Lance... couldn't possibly be that strong, could he?

If he were that powerful, would he even need to summon heroic spirits?

"She's full and has gone away. Her assessment of you is... you taste average," said Lance.

The squid mother answered for Black Dragon, stating that the flavor of this particular Clan Member was mediocre at best, not as good as the young dragon he had picked up.

She wanted to eat the young dragon.

"???"

Taste... just average?

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"You swallowed her just to taste if she's delicious or not?"

Also, as a heroic spirit, shouldn't a monster's evaluation of her be: 'Supremely delicious'?

"Don't mind her, Flame Queen, your performance today... has made me see you in a new light. At the very least, you fought till the last without shouting, 'Lance, save me!', even when that creature swallowed you. I am very satisfied with your performance."

"Really?"

"Mhm."

"I told you I would impress you. You didn't believe me last night."

"I believe now. Remembered your name yet?"

"No... I can't recall... not at all... perhaps Flame Queen is my name."

"If you don't mind, how about I think of a name for you?"

"???"

The Flame Queen looked blankly at Lance. Was Lance going to name her? Could it be... Lance had decided to make her his Guardian Heroic Spirit?

Becoming the Guardian Heroic Spirit of a Spirit Summoner meant that when the summoner summoned heroic spirits, the Guardian Heroic Spirit would be the first in line.

Normally, when summoners choose someone as their Guardian Heroic Spirit, they select the most powerful heroic spirits for this role.

Once a Guardian Heroic Spirit is chosen, they will respond immediately to the summoner's call during a summoning.

Without a Guardian Heroic Spirit, when summoners attempt to summon heroic spirits, there might be times when the heroic spirits won't respond to the call, and even if a heroic spirit does respond, it might not do so the next time they are summoned.

For a steady and stable partnership, a Spirit Summoner must have a Guardian Heroic Spirit.

A heroic spirit that could be summoned at any time to fight for the summoner.

However, once a Guardian Heroic Spirit is chosen, the summoner can no longer switch to another, unless he is strong enough to open a second heroic spirit formation chart. Only then could he have the chance to sign a Guardian contract with a second heroic spirit.

If Lance chose her as his Guardian Heroic Spirit, he definitely wouldn't be able to summon another powerful heroic spirit to fight for him anytime soon.

She wasn't a strong heroic spirit. Summoners of even modest strength might not choose someone like her...

Mainly because heroic spirits like her, nameless and without legendary stories circulating in the Human World, might not even be listed in a summoner's catalog of heroic spirits.

Nameless heroic spirits like her existed in the heroic spirit realm before... then, for some unknown reason, they all vanished...

The Flame Queen felt that in a few hundred more years, she might also disappear, for she too was without a name or even memories of her life...

"Lance, are you preparing to make me your Guardian Heroic Spirit?"

"I have such intentions."

"I won't be your Guardian Heroic Spirit, but I allow you to name me."

Forget it, her strength was too weak. She wouldn't occupy the throne of Lance's first-choice Guardian Heroic Spirit. When she returned to the heroic spirit realm, she'd recommend Lance to those powerful heroic spirits, convincing them to answer Lance's call and spend time with him.

In time, perhaps one of the powerful heroic spirits would be willing to become Lance's Guardian Heroic Spirit.

Then, when Lance opened up the second formation chart, she could be his second-choice Guardian Heroic Spirit.

"Helen. Your new name, Flame Queen Helen."

"Helen? Good, good, good, I like this name. I shall return to the heroic spirit realm now and tell my friends my new name."

With her new name, the Flame Queen Helen transformed into a golden light and returned to the heroic spirit realm.

She didn't even give Lance the chance to wash her face or hair; hopefully, she wouldn't be treated as an invasive pest upon reaching the heroic spirit realm...

Fantasy Heroic Spirits...

That one... is likely a special heroic spirit who emerged from fantasy...

That's why she has no name, no memories from life, an anomaly among heroic spirits.

If it's really like he suspected...

The one who stepped out of fantasy into reality... if she couldn't gain recognition from a summoner over time, or become the Guardian Heroic Spirit of a Spirit Summoner... she might one day return to the realm of fantasy...

"Black Dragon... wash my face for me."

"Do it yourself."

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In the Human World, in the Keli Province of the Norde Kingdom on the Central Avenue of Lionheart City.

Within the Valkyrie Temple.

A fat bishop dressed in a black and red robe stood beneath the Valkyrie Statue, staring intently at the young Dragon Knight who had been carried out by him, a Golden Feather Knight, and a priest just yesterday.

Why had this young man come again today?

Yesterday he had shouted at the statue of the goddess, "Sophia, pay back the money!"

Today was even worse; he walked into the temple, brought out a stool, set up his easel, and sat right in the center of the temple, looking at the Valkyrie Statue, painting the Valkyrie.

How can a person be so brazen?

To paint the Valkyrie, is he not afraid of producing a picture imbued with the power of divine punishment?

"Young Dragon, come, I'll teach you how to paint a deity's portrait."

"May I... kneel to learn?"

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