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

He might not have had much of a presence, but whenever his teammates got into trouble, they always turned to him first.

"So, when we were messing around, you weren't just sitting in the corner spacing out, but observing us? Analyzing our personalities?"

"Does that even need analysis? One look at you, a few days spent together, and I could quickly figure out your character, temperament, preferences.

Think about it, when you first joined the team, weren't you the one most willing to spend money on me? You seem carefree, but you're actually cautious—who else with no real skills... would be willing to spend money on me?"

"!!!"

You duped a young girl into spending money on you and you're proud of it?

Where's your sense of shame?

"Pay up! Before the last battle broke out, I gave you all the money I had, amounting to at least five hundred Gold Coins. When you sacrificed yourself, you only left twenty Gold Coins in my valuables, so give me back the remaining four hundred eighty Gold Coins!

Considering that we're teammates, I won't charge you interest like a swindler!"

Without mentioning money, she almost forgot about it—four hundred eighty Gold Coins... getting back even a little would be nice.

He's now the lord of Saint Blue, with annual tax revenues dozens of times that of the surrounding lords...

"Stay a few more days in Saint Blue, and I'll set up a stall with the Dragon Whelp to earn money to pay off the debt. We might not be able to repay everything at once, but I will give you half of what we earn from the stall."

"I need to study in the evenings, Lance... Why don't you run the stall and earn money to pay the debt by yourself?"

Setting up a stall to make money in the dead of winter... The Evil Dragon would surely just make her run the stall while he'd sit in a café with a fireplace, holding a thermos, by the window, sipping juice, eating dessert, and browsing magazines.

"Don't stress yourself too much, your grades have been steadily improving in recent times. It's good for your health to relax a bit."

"..."

You wretched Evil Dragon, you're just trying to exploit me, an underage laborer.

Might as well be poor and die. Half a year has passed, and not only have my savings not hit a thousand, they haven't even broken three hundred.

If there's money, it's spent. When there's none, you make me set up a stall to earn money, or goad the squid mother to do the same.

And yet you swindle money from her under the pretense of stall fees.

Luckily, the Evil Dragon always brings her along when he goes out to have fun...

The squid mother hasn't come to Saint Blue much lately, ever since she learned how to play mahjong; she's often in the Deep Sea, teaching the other two Deep Sea Monarchs in the neighboring seas how to play.

The Gold Coins she earns... might have been lost to the other 'Deep Sea Monarchs' by now.

The Young Dragon paused, took a money pouch out of the Lucky Coin hanging around her neck, and handed it to the Evil Dragon: "This is the pocket money you gave me, plus one hundred and fifty Gold Coins, take it to pay off the debt first, and after we earn some money, I'll save up gradually."

The Young Dragon felt... she might have to be the one to save up for her Black Dragon Dad's bride price.

"No need, she's not short on money. We'll just slowly earn and pay her back. She probably won't leave Saint Blue for a while, so there's no rush."

Not bad, not bad, being willing to use her own pocket money to help her Black Dragon Dad pay off debts—this was a sign of the Dragon Whelp's filial piety...

She's growing up more and more focused.

He must train his Dragon Whelp to become an outstanding Young Dragon.

Can't raise her too honest.

Otherwise, she's easy to fool.

When there's time, he also needs to teach the Dragon Whelp how to spot jerks.

And the tricks jerks play.

Actually, preventing jerks is simple, just like he said before: if someone tries to flirt with her, beat them up first, and if they come back, beat them up again. If after dozens, hundreds of times, they still dare to flirt, she can consider getting to know them, maybe even make friends.

He'd like to approach dating the same way...

Thinking it over, he reconsidered... What if they weren't into him for his sunny, handsome looks, but merely asking for directions... A punch could end up costing him in medical fees.

"Then I'll pay for the ingredients we buy later."

"Let me do it."

"You keep it. I can earn money at the stall, you running a stall equates to spending money..."

With a sigh, the Young Dragon tucked the money pouch back into the Lucky Coin, feeling like she, this pretend Young Dragon, was gradually taking over the Evil Dragon's household chores...

Once she learns how to cook, the Evil Dragon might not even have to make meals in the future.

Right now it's the Evil Dragon who's providing for her, but in another year or so, it might just turn into her, the Princess, supporting the Evil Dragon...

Earning money is hard, the Young Dragon sighed.

Amelia was stunned, running a stall to make money?

As the lord of Saint Blue... does he really need to run a stall to earn money?

Aren't the yearly taxes enough?

The Extraordinary Elixir Lance concocted worked quite well; though it had some side effects, they were within manageable limits.

No, being a lord and still selling elixirs at a stall?

She wanted to ask about it, but then it was cold... her lips were somewhat stiff, better to discuss it when she arrived at Lance's Earl's Mansion.

Poor a thousand years ago.

Still poor a thousand years later.

If that hasn't changed, she'd be quite comforted.

Saint Blue City has a marketplace.

The market vendors all know that the young dragon lady is the daughter of the viscount, and when she comes to buy vegetables, they sell her the freshest produce.

They'd have no issue giving it away, but the young dragon lady said if they started giving, she would stop buying.

Having no choice, they had to charge her—although, the next time the young dragon lady sets up her barbecue stall, they'd just spend it back there.

Meat, vegetables, eggs, and even beast legs.

Considering that the Evil Dragon was hosting guests that evening, she bought extra ingredients.

Back at the Earl's Mansion, after a short rest, she was busy again.

She had to wash the vegetables for the Evil Dragon, Ingrid would come to help, and sometimes, when the Evil Dragon didn't want to cook, they would eat meals prepared by the mansion's chefs.

The Earl's Mansion's chefs also made delicious food.

The Evil Dragon had passed on his cooking skills to the chefs, who were currently practicing them; Ingrid's diet plan had therefore been delayed.