Sister Superior, Stop Sniffing. Beneath My Heavy Armor, I Really Am an Evil Dragon

[Disguised Baby Dragon] [A Nun Throws Herself at Him] [Everyone Misinterprets Everything] [Heavy-Armor, Food-Guzzling Dragon] [Yandere] [Identity-Exposure Crisis]

Quentin had only just transmigrated as a trainee holy knight at a monastery when his soul merged with an ancient platinum baby dragon.

The good news: His body is invincible, and he can evolve by devouring magical artifacts.

The bad news: He's in the middle of a high fever as he sheds his scales. His horns have already bent the steel helmet on his head out of shape, and if he takes off his armor, he'll be burned at the stake!

Of all things, the acting abbess Cecilia suffers from magical hunger. The moment she caught the baby dragon's aura leaking through the gaps in his heavy armor, the surge of concentrated magic made her steps unsteady and her cheeks flush as she approached.

"Such a burning heartbeat... Lord Quentin, what you are suppressing beneath that iron armor must be the legendary holy fire of a Seraph!"

As the abbess presented him with high-purity magic stones, her eyes blazing with fervor, Quentin swallowed. He had just chewed up the Inquisition's magic-detecting handcuffs like a snack.

No, Abbess, don't come so close to sniff out my aura!

If you keep sniffing, the dragon tail behind me is really going to pierce through my back armor!