Evil Dragon: The young dragon I picked up keeps planning on becoming an empress-Chapter 702 - 403

Chapter 702: 403 Chapter 702: 403 The moment they laid eyes on Lance’s face, Tiji, Bettina, Mevis, and Freya—the four Abyss princesses—felt a tremble in their hearts, terrified that Lance would eliminate them.

They stood still on the spot, not daring to move, and watched Lance intently.

Gradually, they sensed something odd about the person sitting by the window, who had a face identical to the Dark Magic Dragonkin Lance. His gaze upon them…it didn’t seem like the look one would give to an acquaintance.

He had to be faking it.

Before their doubts could dissipate, Lance turned to look out the window, and in just a moment, the light snow had turned into a heavy blizzard.

There were more onlookers admiring the snow now, and the older kids were playing even more wildly in the plaza, some making snowballs with their hands and starting a snowball fight.

Seeing this, Lance thought of his own Dragon Cub—if it were here, it would probably be wearing a tiger-head hat, running outside and playing with those older kids by now.

Oh, this scene was about to become reality; his true self had already brought the Dragon Cub to Saint Blue.

Tonight, Saint Blue would come alive.

A pandemonium of demons.

New Year’s Eve, lively times were indeed better.

Lance no longer paid attention to Tiji, Bettina, Mevis, and Freya—the four little Abyss princesses. But they still watched Lance’s profile, huddling together and whispering about him.

“He’s the spitting image, it must be him!”

“His eyes are different, they’re not… ahem… our teacher’s eyes are slitted, but his are the eyes of an ordinary person.”

“Foolish! Think about it, a person on the cusp of becoming King… wouldn’t they need some ability to disguise themselves? Besides… our teacher’s true power… has never been fully grasped, always appearing weak against the weak and strong against the strong.

Holding many secret techniques, and even capable of casting secret spells from various races. With our teacher’s talent, changing his eye shape wouldn’t be difficult.

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Don’t forget, our seductive elder sister can also freely change the shape of her pupils.”

Fallen Angel Mevis quietly analyzed their [teacher]’s magical traits to her three little friends.

They couldn’t deny that the person by the window was not Dark Magic Dragonkin Lance simply because his eyes look different.

Tiji, Bettina, and Freya glanced at Lance unconsciously and nodded in agreement.

Indeed, altering the shape of the eyes wouldn’t be a difficult task for Dark Magic Dragonkin Lance.

So the question arose, should they now go and try to make contact with that guy?

Or pretend they hadn’t seen him?

Find a spot at random to sit down, drink some wine, savor the food, and enjoy the snowy scene?

They exchanged glances for a moment.

Soon, they decided to approach Lance. They had ventured from the Abyss to the Human World and even to this remote corner just to confirm if Saint Blue’s Lord Viscount is indeed Dark Magic Dragonkin Lance, hadn’t they?

They weren’t vying for the title of the Demon Emperor, so Dark Magic Dragonkin Lance probably wouldn’t kill them. And don’t forget, Young Dragon is their little sister.

On account of Young Dragon, Lance couldn’t possibly slaughter them.

After all, when they became sworn siblings, they had spoken of dying on the same year, same month, and same day.

Encouraging each other with their gazes, Tiji, Bettina, Mevis, and Freya headed towards Lance under the puzzled gazes of some of the restaurant’s patrons.

The guests enjoying dinner at the restaurant brightened up at this sight.

Were these four charming girls planning to strike up a conversation with their Lord Viscount?

That would be truly wonderful.

Their Lord Viscount was great in every aspect except he wasn’t too proactive in finding a partner.

While Young Dragon was certainly wonderful, they still hoped that Lord Viscount would find a lifelong companion, and if they could see a little Viscount… that would be even better.

“Long time no see, Lance… Teacher.”

The young vampire Tiji sat down across Lance, hesitantly greeting him as she had a fairly good relationship with him. As a child, Lance often coaxed her, and she added the term ‘Teacher’ after his name in case there was the slightest chance that the person before her wasn’t Dark Magic Dragonkin Lance.

Although the likelihood of that was almost none.

Lance diverted his gaze from admiring the snowy scene and looked at Tiji with [interest]: “Teacher?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t recall teaching a student like you, little girl… You must have mistaken me for someone else.”

Lance did not intend to admit his identity; admitting he was Dark Magic Dragonkin Lance would make it impossible to [die in battle] against the Abyssal Demon Race.

Of course, at this point, Dark Magic Dragonkin Lance couldn’t stand out himself, but he wasn’t Dark Magic Dragonkin Lance; he was Saint Blue’s Lord Viscount, the former Evil Dragon Sword Ancestor.

“Teacher, there’s no point in pretending in front of us. Aren’t we going to recognize whether you’re our teacher or not? Stop pretending, just admit it. We won’t harm you.”

Tiji didn’t believe a word Lance said; she was certain he was pretending, even if it seemed quite convincing.

Bettina, Freya, and Mevis also pulled up chairs from the side and sat around Lance, observing him closely, trying to spot any flaws in his disguise through his performance and expression.

“I’m not your teacher, how can I admit it? You must be mistaking me for someone else. Recently, people often confuse me with the ‘Lance’ you are referring to.

My name is [Lance], but I’m definitely not the [Lance] you know. That [Lance] you know… I probably know them too…”

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