Melusine, Become my Noble Phantasm!

With a mighty roar, a demon dragon unfurled its vast wings and soared out from the consuming darkness. How to describe this dragon? By legend and all I knew of Vortigern, the dragon that spread its wings and took flight should have been white. Yet, whether fused to my cheap old father's human form or now soaring above, it appeared black as night.

Perhaps all light was swallowed, hiding the dragon's true colors.

From a scientific standpoint, when light is fully absorbed, the eye sees only pure darkness—the deepest black.

In this world, infused with magic, that darkness held a terrible, majestic grandeur.

Were it not for my scientific training, anyone witnessing this dark form might think the Vortigern bloodline had mutated.

Despite the overwhelming presence, I, Aslan, wished only to end my father's life of being mistaken for a black dragon, out of filial piety.

If he died, stopped absorbing the island's power, stopped spreading darkness—he could become white again.

The entire castle crumbled as the dragon claimed its true form.

Stones flew in all directions as it soared on its dark wings, finally smashing heavily into the earth and raising a great dust cloud.

The sky grew even darker, and all the island-corrupted monsters roared their celebration—the birth of their king.

The storm's force forced Artoria and me back. Had the dragon not grown so large so quickly, we might have been buried in the ruins.

Vortigern planted his claws on the rubble, sharp talons gleaming coldly. His breath, black and corrosive, melted all it touched.

He sneezed lightly, and the ruins turned to a swampy pool of black mud beneath him.

His golden eyes shone with majesty and cold indifference. "Come again!"

His massive tail swept out in a devastating arc.

Melusine immediately grabbed me by the collar and pulled me up.

As for Artoria... she could only rely on herself.

Melusine declared bluntly: "As long as you don't die, I don't care!"

The sweeping tail cleared a wide path.

Artoria raised her holy sword, shielding herself from the blow, but was thrown back, a stream of blood trailing from her face.

I inhaled deeply.

Now I understood: I could no longer pin my hopes on Artoria, burdened by the Spear of Destiny.

Things had gone far beyond the original plan.

Better to rely on myself.

I sheathed the holy spear—a sacred Christian relic, no matter how I wielded it, it could not be tainted by darkness.

Instead, I grasped the Sword of Glorious Victory, bound closely to me.

I touched my ring and breathed deeply. "Melusine! I allow you to release your original form!"

Melusine smiled, setting me down.

She placed her hand on her contract ring, and bright light flared from both rings.

A cocoon of light enveloped me, then blossomed like feathers.

Black dragon wings—sleek, infused with a technological blue glow—spread wide.

Her long white hair now tipped in black, sharp and fierce.

A pair of small black horns adorned her head, radiating an unspoken sharpness.

Her feet cut the air like talons; legs clad in armor-like plating stood firm.

Her twin swords transformed into a pair of massive blades, connected by a ring—part machete, part spear—with a white dragon etched on the blades, now blackened to match her gray-blue form.

The small black armor no longer hid Melusine's figure.

No longer a child, she was a sharp, perfectly formed young woman.

Golden eyes burned fiercely as she stared down the dragon.

Then, she wrapped her arms around me.

The knight boy and the dragon girl—this moment seemed like a dramatic CG scene in a grand epic game.

"Ah... finally, back to my true form."

"Look, Aslan! This is Melusine's true face—the machine that burned Great Britain and the entire earth! The last fragment of Albion! Now that I'm like this, there's no turning back. Run fast as the flames consume the world!"

Melusine rubbed my cheek.

"Among fantasy dragons, I'm a rare Horizon Dragon. Very special. So you must treat me that way—I already treat you that way. You must listen to me. Obeying the strong is nature's law!"

Despite the evil dragon before us, Melusine showed no shame or restraint in her feelings for me.

I was reminded of the first time we met—when she pinned me down like a brat.

Vortigern roared, spraying dark dragon breath toward us.

Making such a fuss before your elder? he seemed to say.

Melusine vanished behind me as the storm and her twin swords' magic intercepted the attack.

Her golden eyes flashed with fierce anger. "I'm angry!"

I lifted my head and gave the final order.

"No more words! Melusine, let's kill him—together!"

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