Kaiba singhed as he spoke. "I am in Stand By"
Albion thoughts in his head. "And now his dead"
"Do to you being in Stand by, I activated Lady Dragon Maid, I fuse her I to her, summon back both my Banished Monster, I summon Dragon maid Sheou"
Albion placed the Dragon form of Housekeeper Dragon Maiden, as the Black Dragon Holographic image came up.
Kaiba's jaw dropped as Albion's field lit up like a fireworks show.
First came the sound — a deep whoosh of wings cutting through air — then a brilliant light filled the playground as Dragonmaid Sheou, a towering black dragon with crimson undertones, spread her wings and roared. The very holographic projectors flickered from the intensity.
Even Yugi stumbled back, shielding his face. "Whoa! That's… that's amazing!"
Albion smiled proudly. "Meet Lady Sheou — my family's pride, my ultimate servant, and your worst nightmare."
Kaiba took a step back. "T-that's… a Level 10 monster!? At six stars, you can't—"
Albion tapped his Duel Disk. "Check your rulebook, Mr. Moneybags. I didn't summon her — I fused her."
Kaiba's face turned red. "Tch!"
Albion continued without missing a beat, his childlike excitement leaking through his confidence. "Next, I activate Sheou's effect — when she's special summoned, I can revive one Dragonmaid from the Graveyard! I choose Parlor!"
Parlor Dragonmaid appeared again, bowing politely. "Welcome back, Master Albion."
Albion grinned. "Good to be back, Parlor. Now, use your effect to send two cards from my graveyard to the field!"
The holograms shimmered as two spell cards flipped up — Dragonmaid Hospitality and Dragonmaid Tidying.
"And with Tidying's return," Albion said dramatically, "I special summon Chamber Dragonmaid's true form — Dragonmaid Chehrmba!"
A flash of violet erupted from his deck as another dragon descended — smaller than Sheou, but her scales glowed like molten gems, her eyes burning with quiet loyalty.
Yugi's eyes sparkled. "That's… so cool!"
Kaiba clenched his fists. "How… how do you even know these combos?! They don't exist!"
Albion shrugged with a grin. "Guess the deck chose me."
Kaiba's left eye twitched. "That's not how dueling works!"
Albion just gave a smug, princely smirk. "Maybe not in your world, Kaiba, but I'm not from your world, remember?"
Kaiba froze, his brain trying to process that sentence, while Yugi blinked in confusion.
Albion raised his hand, his voice booming with childlike theatrics. "Now, Sheou, Chehrmba—let's finish this duel in style!"
The two dragons roared, their holographic wings shaking the playground. Kaiba instinctively took a step back, his dueling instincts screaming defeat before the attack even hit.
Albion pointed dramatically. "Sheou, attack his life points directly! Black Dragonmaid Inferno!"
The beam engulfed Kaiba's side of the field, sending a wave of wind and sound over the area. When it cleared, Kaiba's Life Points hit zero.
Albion folded his arms. "And that's game."
Kaiba stared at his Duel Disk, mouth slightly open, the faint smell of burning pride in the air.
Yugi clapped, jumping a little. "That was awesome! You're amazing, Albion!"
Albion smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Heh… thanks. I just got lucky with my draws, that's all."
Kaiba just pointed at him, eyes narrowing. "Next time… I'll have my real deck. And when I do, that smug smile of yours won't survive another turn."
Albion grinned. "I'll be waiting, Kaiba-boy."
Yugi snorted. "You sound like Villain!"
Albion blinked. "Oh crap, I do sound like Villain…"
Yugi laughed, while Kaiba groaned, walking off in defeat.
Albion then walked away, as he hoped he didn't traumatized the kid.
He hold the deck, and puts in his pockets, he goes behind a tree and went back to sleep.
Once he did, he woke back up in the monster world, back in hs royal prince bed, back in his Royal Chamber
Albion jolted awake in his royal bed, silver-white hair splayed across silken pillows. For a moment, his mind lagged between worlds — holographic dragons fading from his vision as the golden sunlight of Draconis Imperium poured through the crystalline windows of his chamber.
He blinked. Once. Twice. Then his eyes shot toward the window.
"…It's day already?"
He sat up abruptly, wings twitching and tail flicking in confusion. "Hold on— I was only gone for five minutes! I dueled a six-year-old Kaiba, humiliated him, and took a nap under a tree. How the hell is it morning here?"
He rubbed his temple, muttering to himself as if the act could summon logic out of thin air.
"Okay, okay… think, Albion. Time moves differently. That's gotta be it. Human world time ratio: one minute there equals, what, an hour here? Great. I've got multiversal jet lag."
The dragon prince dragged himself out of bed, the floor cool beneath his feet. Outside, the royal capital was alive — dragons in human form patrolling the skyways, artisans forging enchanted steel, and servants bustling about the palace halls. From his balcony, he could hear the faint chatter of maids.
"Did the prince vanish again?"
"No, no, he's probably meditating on the meaning of destiny."
"Or sulking because someone called his tail fluffy."
Albion groaned, running a hand down his face. "Perfect. They think I'm brooding again. Or worse — dating."
He glanced at the ornate clock mounted on the wall. The hands ticked lazily, confirming his suspicion. "Yup. Hours passed. Which means the body in the human world isn't this one… So the body I use there is like— a vessel. An avatar for my soul."
He paused, tail curling thoughtfully. "So technically, I'm playing a real-life RPG… except death might come with a respawn tax."
With that delightful thought, he flopped backward onto his bed, staring up at the chandelier's refracted light scattering like tiny stars across the ceiling.
"Alright," he sighed dramatically, "we're dealing with time dilation, parallel bodies, and soul projection mechanics. I'm basically an isekai speedrunner with bad connection."
He exhaled, a soft puff of blue flame drifting toward the ceiling.
"Seriously… not a single guard noticed I was gone? I could've been eaten by a hydra or abducted by wyvern cultists, and they'd still be like, 'Oh, His Highness must be contemplating the nature of flame again.'"
He turned over, grabbing a pillow and mumbling into it, "I need better PR."
A few minutes later, Albion found himself sitting at the "kid's table" — a title he still refused to accept, given he was technically a royal prince and not, as he once muttered, "a glorified hatchling."
Before him lay a spread of breakfast fit for nobility: honey-drizzled sapphire fruits, flame-roasted wyvern eggs, and a pitcher of glowing orange juice that steamed slightly. Across the table sat his ever-patient maid Tillroo, the sleepy Chame, his loyal Housekee, and his circle of childhood friends — Eria, Wynn, Dharc, Aussa, Hiita, Lyna, and of course, his fiancée, Vesiculo.
The air was light with chatter and the faint clinking of utensils until Chame suddenly spoke, her tone dreamy.
"You know," she said, stretching her wings lazily, "last night I had the strangest dream…"
PFFT!
Albion promptly choked on his orange juice, coughing violently as a few droplets sprayed across the table.
Tillroo immediately stood, flapping her hands in panic. "Your Highness! Are you alright?!"
Albion coughed again, wings twitching wildly as he rasped, "Yeah—! Yeah, just— went down the wrong throat hole— I mean, pipe— whatever dragons have!"
Vesiculo raised a brow, unimpressed. "You're choking because Chame had a dream?"
Albion froze, smile twitching. "N-no, no! Why would that— haha— make me choke? Totally unrelated! Completely normal dragon breakfast moment!"
Chame tilted her head, oblivious to his panic. "In my dream, I was… small. Like, really small. And there were these weird cards everywhere. And some kid with brown hair kept calling me— what was it— 'a holographic monster'?"
Albion turned rigid in his seat. His fork slowly clattered onto his plate.
Lyna giggled. "Maybe you're just stressed from training, Chame."
Hiita leaned forward, smirking. "Or maybe it's a premonition. You are connected to him, after all."
Vesiculo noticed Albion's nervous expression, smirking slightly as she sipped her drink. "Albion, dear… is there something you'd like to tell us?"
Albion laughed a little too quickly. "Nope! Nothing! I definitely didn't go to another world and duel a six-year-old human prodigy with my dragon maid deck, that's for sure!"
The entire table went silent.
Dharc blinked. "…You realize that was a really specific thing to deny, right?"
Albion paled. "I— I mean— theoretically!"
Eria sighed, rubbing her forehead. "Here we go again."
Housekee, the ever-stoic maid, muttered softly, "I'll go fetch another pitcher of orange juice. He's going to need it."
Housekee returned with a fresh pitcher, setting it down with the kind of calm resignation only someone used to royal absurdity could muster.
"Alright," Vesiculo said, resting her chin on her hand and smiling sweetly — the kind of smile that made Albion very nervous. "Why don't you start from the beginning, dear fiancé? Tell us all about this… 'not at all real' duel."
Albion tried to play it cool, but his wings were twitching like malfunctioning fans. "Okay—hypothetically speaking—if I did go to another world—purely academically—it was, uh… for research!"
Hiita snorted. "Research? What kind of research involves playing children's card games?"
"Card-based socioeconomics!" Albion blurted. "You wouldn't understand! It's very complex!"
Wynn tilted her head innocently. "So… you're saying you dreamed of fighting a human child using maids that turn into dragons?"
Albion pointed at her dramatically. "Yes! I mean—no! I mean—don't phrase it like that!"
Dharc folded his arms. "And what did this human kid look like?"
Albion sighed, rubbing his temples. "Brown hair. Blue eyes. Wore a turtleneck that screamed 'I own an evil corporation in the future.' You know, that kind of kid."
Eria blinked. "That's… oddly specific."
Tillroo, who'd been silently observing, finally whispered to Housekee, "Do you think he's… losing it?"
Housekee poured her a glass of juice. "I think he's already lost it, Miss Tillroo."
Chame leaned forward eagerly. "So what happened next, huh? Did you win?"
Albion puffed his chest proudly. "Of course I did! Crushed him with elegance and dragon maid synergy. He didn't even see it coming!"
Hiita grinned. "You bullied a six-year-old in your dream?"
Albion froze. "…You make it sound bad when you say it like that."
The entire table burst into laughter.
Vesiculo giggled behind her hand, her tail curling smugly. "My mighty prince, conqueror of dreams, destroyer of toddlers!"
Albion groaned, sinking into his chair as his face turned red. "Okay, fine! Maybe I went too hard on the kid! But in my defense, he started it! He pulled a Blue-Eyes! What was I supposed to do—lose on purpose?!"
Lyna gasped dramatically. "Oh no, not the Blue-Eyes!"
Aussa wiped away tears of laughter. "You're unbelievable."
As the laughter continued, Albion could only sigh in defeat, muttering to himself, "Next time I'm bringing snacks. If I'm going to be roasted alive, might as well enjoy breakfast twice."
While Albion dreamed of both worlds — one of cards and one of kingdoms — the truth was clear: battles with decks were only the surface. Beneath the holograms and dueling cries lay nations, faiths, and histories written long before a single duel disk ever sparked to life.
The Monster World was more than spirits trapped in cards. It was a world of politics, faith, and bloodlines — of Sky Striker fleets, Dragon empires, and cursed forests that whispered secrets. And somewhere, deep within, a rogue nation ruled by a white dragon prince stood defiant — the exile kingdom of Draconis, where unity and chaos shared the same flame.
Dueling may have built legends… but here, legends lived, breathed, and ruled.
To be continued
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