Evil Dragon, Without a Princess, I Had to Transform Myself!

Chapter 119 : In Demand

Isha approached, holding a thick ancient tome in her hands.

"The book you asked me to find, Your Highness, has been gathering dust in the archives for a long time. Some pages are severely damaged—our master really should take better care of things day by day," Isha complained. "I've wiped it clean."

She handed the ancient text to Patunasankus.

"Thank you, Isha," Patunasankus expressed her gratitude.

"Your Highness never needs to thank me," Isha replied as she pushed the dessert cart forward. "Would you like something for afternoon tea?"

"Anything sweet will do," Patunasankus glanced at Serina beside her. The little one had been active for a long time and had finally tired herself out, now taking an afternoon nap.

"I knew you'd want something sweet," Isha smiled as she brought over the serving tray. "These are all your favorites."

Patunasankus took a small taste.

The strawberries were exceptionally fresh, the cream had a delicate texture, and the sweetness was perfectly balanced. The slightly tart strawberries paired with the sweet cream felt as light as two butterflies dancing in the afternoon breeze.

Magnificent.

She instinctively narrowed her eyes.

Then, Isha watched as that smile gradually blossomed across her face, seeming to contain something even more refreshing than fragrance.

Isha remained still, simply watching quietly while thinking to herself—this adorable Princess.

"Though I wish Lord Patunasankus would try some sweets too," Isha sighed. "Even for an evil dragon, eating nothing but meat all day can't be good, right?"

Patunasankus dropped a sugar cube into her black tea, watching as tiny bubbles gradually rose from the bottom of the cup. It was a flavor of bitterness mixed with cloying sweetness.

Dust particles floated in the sunlight, warming people comfortably.

"Things that are too sweet can never be preserved for long," she retorted without hesitation.

"But Your Highness, only sweet flavors can be tasted repeatedly, allowing more deliciousness to be added, making taste buds dance with joy," Isha shook her head. "One must personally taste sweetness to understand that too much sugar becomes bitter, just as love that's too deep becomes mundane—these things must be experienced firsthand. If our master weren't picky and approached all foods with a tasting heart, the flavors in one's mouth would be incredibly rich and leave very beautiful memories."

"Stop, stop, stop—wait a moment, where did you learn all these words?"

Patunasankus raised her hand to directly interrupt.

Isha froze for a moment, her elegant face suddenly glowing with embarrassment. She mumbled indistinctly, "The books Your Highness lent me are full of such writings."

"...Ahem, let's not talk about this anymore."

Isha changed the subject, her attention settling on the book in Patunasankus's hands.

"What surprises me is that Your Highness is interested in ancient draconic script. Very few people can read this language nowadays—even the dragon clans have abandoned using it."

"Ancient draconic script?" Patunasankus held the book.

"Yes, ancient draconic script," Isha revealed the Princess Symposium invitation. "Like this invitation uses improved draconic script—simpler and easier to understand, though ordinary people still can't read this kind of writing..."

Isha paused.

"Ah, I'm doomed.""What's wrong?" Patunasankus wondered.

"There was a mishap last time we met—I forgot to deliver the symposium invitation to our lord. Without this invitation, our lord would absolutely never find the venue..."

"No matter, she wouldn't attend anyway." Patunasankus guaranteed.

"But what if she does?" Isha retorted.

"This Princess Symposium has invited all powerful evil dragons across the continent. Princess enthusiasts like Lord Liulan are certain to attend. I've heard even our mistress's admirer, the Gazing Mirror Istinasankus, will be there. Let's hope she doesn't try to borrow our princess again... This is the largest symposium in decades—our master has every reason to attend."

"What should we do? Lord Patunasankus has enabled do-not-disturb mode and can't be reached, yet we've no idea where she is now." Isha grew frantic over her work error.

Tch. What a bunch of boring dragons.

Patunasankus dismissed it with disdain.

What did some Princess Symposium have to do with her?

No matter what, she definitely wouldn't go.

A group of tedious dragons, endlessly showing off their newly kidnapped princesses at a meaningless symposium, gossiping and competing driven by weakness and ambition, then having evil dragon judges score them to crown the Annual Best Princess.

...Such a thing sounded utterly uninteresting.

And it didn't sound like something evil dragons should be doing.

Just briefly imagining it made Patunasankus feel dreary.

She'd rather fly to a human kingdom's capital and host an open-air barbecue, listening to miserable wails—spewing flames was far more entertaining than attending such events.

Ignoring Isha, Patunasankus began flipping through ancient texts. The documents were handwritten in archaic draconic script, accompanied by crude, obscure illustrations resembling primitive human carvings on stone walls.

Ancient script.

Patunasankus traced the characters with emotion.

She couldn't even remember when she'd collected this book.

A fine item, quite precious.

Legend says there were once tens of thousands of ancient dragon texts, but the Dragon King incinerated them all with one breath of Dragon Fire—countless hidden knowledge lost forever.

In dragon bartering systems, one ancient text could trade for a young, beautiful princess. Though that was the market rate a decade ago.

These past two years were unpredictable—vicious competition among evil dragons grew intense, princesses became highly sought-after, everyone fighting to the death over them, rivers of blood spilled.

Patunasankus paid no mind—it wasn't her concern, not worth attention.

"Now, let's see about this Kiran matter." Patunasankus soon found descriptions in the text matching Kiran's appearance. She glanced at it and froze momentarily.

"...?"

Patunasankus's delicate brows furrowed as she stood up.

"...I need to visit the restroom."

"I see." Isha watched the girl's hurried departure with confusion.

For the restroom wasn't in the direction of the princess's location.After a brief moment of thought, Isha decisively brushed aside her confusion—she wasn't the type to dwell on trivial matters.

Let the Princess do as she pleases. Who could possibly restrain a girl as free as the wind?

But still.

There were words in her heart that she wanted to speak. Perhaps not necessarily to tell the Princess; perhaps these words were meant to speak for someone else.

"Your Highness, are you leaving?" Isha said.

"Mmm... I still have some matters arranged with someone," Patunasankus continued lying.

"That can't be helped then. If you made a promise but didn't show up, it would surely make people angry," Isha smiled gently at her.

"But no matter what you have to do, you must come back early," Patunasankus heard Isha say from behind.

"I understand," Patunasankus replied.

"Because Lord Patunasankus truly misses you a lot."

Isha smiled radiantly.

Patunasankus couldn't help but stiffen slightly.

She continued walking without regard for courtesy, turning to leave only her retreating figure behind.