"Before I drain you dry, you're not allowed to die."
"That's not how a curse works."
The Emperor shook his head, "If there's no malicious hatred, even wishing someone to die is just a beautiful blessing."
"Think whatever you want."
Zi Yuan was happy to treat it as a blessing after all.
After all, no company can refuse employees who treat overwork as a blessing.
"Can I know your name?"
"Zi Yuan."
"Magical Girl Zi Yuan." The Emperor murmured, "What a nice name, Zi Yuan, can I ask you for a favor?"
"Don't push your luck."
"Can you throw this Black Dragon out?"
"I suppose I can."
"Mom!"
...
In the end, after the little Black Dragon's tearful pleading, the Emperor finally softened.
He didn't really throw the little Black Dragon out.
After all, that body still belonged to the little Black Dragon, and actually throwing out its consciousness would be like letting the Emperor possess it.
