Under the moonlit night, a strange scene unfolded before Mélusine and Ian. Several dragons were soaring through the sky. With every beat of their wings, clouds were blown away, scattering into the distance.
"Ian..." Mélusine couldn't help but ask, staring at the sight before her. "Are those your brothers and sisters?" "I have no brothers or sisters," Ian replied quickly. "My mother said that having just me was enough." "..." For some reason, Mélusine felt there was something off about the way Ian said that. However, this doubt did not last long, because the dragons, which had appeared from nowhere, had already begun their attack. That's right—they were not nearly as friendly as the boy beside her. In a blur, flames began to rain down from the sky. BOOM!BOOM! They crashed into various parts of Camelot, igniting great fires. For a time, the piercing screams of the populace echoed through the night. "Help—" "Someone save me!" "Fire! Everyone, run!" Chaos and panic. The tranquility of the night was shattered, leaving only people fleeing for their lives in the streets and alleys. "..." "..." Ian and Mélusine exchanged a look. The thought in both their hearts was self-evident.
"We have to go, Ian." Mélusine drew the two Arondights from her waist. The wings that had already unfurled before now grew even larger. "Grhh—" The voice that answered Mélusine had already become a low, draconic growl. Watching the boy beside her grow enormous, eventually becoming so large that he caused the city wall to crumble, Mélusine couldn't help but suck in a cold breath. It seems he was holding back before—otherwise, if he came at me in this form, he could have drowned me on the spot.
"ROAR—" With a single bellow, the great dragon that Ian had transformed into flew towards the sky. Mélusine also cast aside all other thoughts from her mind. That's right. The most crucial thing now was to deal with these dragons. If Camelot was destroyed, talking about anything else would be meaningless. Mélusine hesitated no longer. She beat her wings. In an instant, she shot forward. Although she was at an absolute disadvantage compared to Ian in terms of physique and strength, in speed alone, Mélusine would never consider herself weaker than him. And the facts proved it. "This time, I finally have a chance to beat you," she muttered to herself. Crossing the Arondights in her hands into a battle stance, Mélusine began to deal with the dragons intent on destroying Camelot. But she soon discovered a problem. "Something feels... off, doesn't it?"
True, these dragons attacking under the moonlight bore some resemblance to that idiot. They were very powerful and had a fearsome resistance to magecraft. But—they seemed to have no will of their own. A more specific description would be: empty, soulless existences, with only a false disguise of a shell. They're hideous. Mélusine frowned. What she found most unacceptable were these beings that were all form and no substance. "Here I go, Arondight." With a flash, like a giant butterfly flitting past, Mélusine's five-hit thrust combo left beautiful traces in the sky. What followed was the final roar of the aggressor, and a dragon plummeting towards the ground at high speed. CRASH! It fell onto the streets of Camelot, crushing several wooden houses. Fortunately, because of the earlier fires, no one was inside.
"It looks like someone is helping us—" "Hey, isn't that Lady Knight Lancelot?!" "I think so! She can fly?!" "Then, what's that other dragon next to her? And what is it doing!" Mélusine didn't hear the praise from the people of Camelot. Her attention was completely captivated by Ian's fighting style. These enemies, which only looked like dragons, were not as powerful as a true dragon. Even Mélusine could kill them with ease, let alone Ian. But— Unlike Mélusine's performative, high-speed five-hit combo, Ian's actions were less like fighting and more like... Slaughter. That's right. Transformed into a great dragon, he wasn't using the weapon named Excalibur Morgan. He was displaying the most primitive method of attack—tearing them apart with his bare hands.
He didn't need to think of a way to kill those dragons. Because whenever he engaged them in a contest of strength, the end result would inevitably be a bloody mess. The blood was the opponent's blood. The flesh was also the opponent's flesh. Wings, dragon tails, dragon heads, and finally the torso. Fresh blood flew out, dyeing the sky red; even the moon and clouds seemed unable to escape. He dismantled his enemies like a monster, then mercilessly threw the remains onto the grounds of Camelot before seeking out the next dragon. Anyone who saw those movements could feel just how much he was suppressing himself during his normal interactions. After a good while, the reality of it hit Mélusine, and she couldn't help but shiver. She was somewhat glad that all he'd done to her at first was humiliate her. And she had to admire Morgan's courage for daring to seduce him. I should just assist—these enemies probably aren't even enough for him to kill alone. What a monster!
"Be careful!" Having made her decision, Mélusine transformed into a knight guiding the people. "Find a place to hide, don't get hit by the falling debris!"
Dawn. The first light of morning revealed the streets of Camelot, looking almost completely different. Dragon blood had thoroughly bathed the area, giving it a shocking appearance, and had coagulated into a thick, bloody layer. The survivors hid in the streets and alleys, looking at the remains of the dragons, at a loss for words.
On the other side, Mélusine was reporting the situation to Artoria. "Your Majesty. Before you arrived, Ian had already killed all of them. I... only killed one of them." "..." "To be able to snatch even one from his grasp is already quite impressive," Artoria comforted the girl before her. "But—where is he now? Sir Mélusine, please bring him to me." "Um... that might not be convenient at the moment. Because..." Mélusine recalled Ian's solid, uncovered body after he had transformed back into human form.
Artoria understood. She coughed twice, her face slightly flushed. "It's alright. I'll go to him. Sir Mélusine, lead the way." "No problem!"
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