033: Unchanging Reverence ()
When the consciousness within the weapon forged from the Dragon of Albion's head seemed to be the "person itself," Novia's initial thought was to pretend not to hear.
After all, forging someone else's head into a weapon that could be wielded at will, especially that of an immensely proud dragon... Novia found it troublesome to explain.
Moreover, a weapon having its own consciousness wasn't within his expectations. Clearly, the Dragon of Albion's soul had gone to the Reverse Side, and later generations at the Clock Tower freely developed its body without any reaction... Why did it become an issue when it was his turn?
"You... are you a new consciousness born on its remains, like the Divine Body Osiris?"
The purple-haired girl jumped down from Novia's back, gazing indifferently at the object she had forged not far away.
From the moment the voice sounded, the area transformed into an extraordinary space that could flatten and distort a viewer's sight. But in fact, more than just the visual was distorted. Presumably, even during the Age of Gods, most magi couldn't erase this distortion.
Put another way, if ordinary people saw it, their sense of balance would likely collapse instantly, leaving them unable to stand. Besides, it probably carried some innate "aura"; it wouldn't be surprising if ordinary people lost themselves upon a single glance.
In the distorted space, an object bound by her Etherlite floated in the air—
That was a blue-black "spear."
That it could manipulate itself was why Novia couldn't ignore the "spear's" voice. But whether it was a new consciousness or the true individual, he didn't plan to delve deeper. And judging by its earlier tone, combined with his memory of the personality of the left-hand avatar fairy Lancelot, it would probably be easy to talk to if he followed the line of "I won't let you be lonely and alone again."
Therefore—
"Ah, you are the greatest dragon..." he said with a smile, "Lord Albion. It is an immense honor to meet you today. Please forgive my inability to receive you with the highest etiquette, and my apologies for presumptuously using your greatest body."
The silver-haired boy spoke without hesitation, his tone respectful and smooth, his expression the same, carrying a soothing softness.
"I didn't expect you to manifest your will in the present world even after fantasy's disappearance. But that is only natural, for you are the greatest dragon. I have admired you since childhood, and thus did my utmost to follow your path here. Yet I failed to meet you. To prevent your remains from being defiled by evil maggots, I had no choice but to take this regrettable measure. Please allow me to once again express my apologies to you, the greatest."
This reminded the Dragon of Albion inexplicably of those humans—the individuals among that species with low individual survival capability called "teachers." They seemed to naturally provide knowledge to their weaker human kin, caring for the weak. This person had indeed been carrying another weak human on his back...
Making this connection on its own, coupled with Novia's flattery, slightly improved the Albion's displeased mood.
"Though I have not seen your true, star-shining visage, hearing your greatest words with my own ears, I wish to say to you: I forever hold an unchanging reverence for you, the greatest."
"Hmph, such flattery—do you think the greatest me cannot tell? I have heard countless words from low-ability creatures like you."
"My deepest apologies... As I do not interact much with others, I am not good with words, nor am I clever..." Novia raised his right hand to his chest, showing an apologetic expression. "...But from now on, I will do my utmost. I hope Albion can view this with a long-term perspective."
"Quite the smooth talker."
Shirley murmured, her gaze sharpening slightly. She could naturally see that the consciousness on the "spear" was now in a much better mood thanks to Novia's words, at least no longer as furious as initially.
Her eyes shifted between the person and the object. Though she didn't understand what was happening, the purple-haired girl felt inexplicably irritated inside.
"Hmph, with this appearance, you weak humans clearly want to use me as a weapon to wield at will. Do you think this is enough for me to forgive your crime of arbitrarily altering my body?"
Albion said coldly. It believed itself the greatest dragon. Putting aside walking shoulder-to-shoulder with others—that was entirely unnecessary—this human clearly intended to use it like some so-called master. That it didn't eat him immediately was already great mercy.
"I don't know."
Novia very honestly shook his head, lowering his gaze.
"If I could persuade you, the greatest, to agree to my, the weak one's, request, that would probably be impressive. But I cannot say it, for I do not possess such skill."
From a certain perspective, this weak human before it was a life that, in its living days, any minor action of its own could take or sever.
Weak beings existed as resources for its future consumption and exploitation.
The Dragon of Albion didn't deny having such thoughts, but it wasn't entirely so. Sometimes smiling, sometimes clashing, sometimes troubled about the present and future—the fragile, illusory weak ones spent their mornings like this.
In contrast, it possessed obvious, greatest power.
Then it was only natural for these fragile weak ones to revere it—
Raising his head, the boy stepped closer to the "spear."
"Weak beings obeying strong beings is natural. But having a free sky yet being forced to stay in dark underground—I think that is very unfair to your beautiful self. For you are the deserving greatest dragon, who should go to the boundary of land and sky, gazing upon all at the horizon."
"Hmph... Since you found my head, you must have witnessed my humiliating state at death."
Though its evaluation of this weak human in its heart had long risen countless levels, unstoppably, the tone the Dragon of Albion emitted remained utterly cold, even giving a feeling that killing him the next moment wouldn't be surprising.
"As you say, the vomit, even the sadness unbecoming of the greatest—I saw it all clearly. But—"
His sincere gaze poured straight into the Dragon of Albion's eyes.
"No matter how ugly, no matter how dangerous, it will not change my reverence for you. More dazzling than any existence in memory, the most beautiful being of the planet I witnessed. Even if my body dies, my heart decays, this reverence will not disappear. For your star-shining beauty, my unchanging reverence lies within my heart."
Novia reached out his hand, making the Dragon of Albion momentarily freeze.
He continued.
"I cannot do much for you, the greatest. But could you allow me, the weak one, to be lost with you, to think with you, to worry with you, to struggle with you? Albion, may I?"
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