Having grown accustomed to seeing fair-skinned girls, coming across one with an oddly colored complexion... was quite nice.
The bluish-purple skin didn't look bad to him, the Black Dragon, even a bit dashing.
The Giant Dragon's slit pupils... could discern the beauty in individuals of different species...
Little did he expect that the young rascal who disguised herself as a boy would choose to become a witch-lich.
The body of a witch-lich, having an exotic complexion, was quite normal.
Lance lifted his hand to rub Princess Elusha's head, he had never disliked this little girl, not more than two thousand years ago.
And he still didn't dislike her after over two thousand years.
"If one day you no longer want to be a witch-lich and wish for reincarnation, just tell me, and I'll help you break free."
Princess Elusha probably didn't have much attachment to eternal life, and now that she had seen him again, the crisis facing her royal brother Andre was about to be resolved by him.