Listening to Aslan's straightforward words, Melusine blushed. Although she was 4.6 billion years old, she had spent most of that time asleep in the lake and had always been inclined to speak plainly. In a way, this could be seen as a reflection of her innocence.
Melusine turned her head away. Though she was a little embarrassed, her eyes never strayed from Aslan.
She was a being born of decay, a creature destined to slumber until the end of all mystery. The fairy knight before him was not the one from the Lostbelt of Great Britain.
The Type-Moon world had countless branches. The girl's presence in this world could be considered a singular miracle. As a fragment of Albion, the pinnacle of dragonkind, she had slumbered within the lake of this world…
What kind of fate allowed two miraculous souls to meet?
The more Aslan believed their meeting was destined, the more he cherished the girl before him. Not to mention, she had all the elements he admired: white hair, a legal loli form, immense strength, fairy lineage, dragon heritage, synchronization capabilities, and even mecha potential.
She was, quite simply, an embodiment of everything men dreamed of.
And for a man to spend his life with such a being? That was a fortune he could never take for granted.
"Ah, speaking of which—the weapon forged using your shed scales and the ore from the lake has been completed."
In the Lostbelt, the girl was an elf knight named after Lancelot, a Knight of the Round Table from pan-human history. While serving as a knight, she had even called herself a subordinate. Her weapon, the fairy sword Arondight, was forged from her own shed skin.
In truth, it was just a spear-type counterpart of the holy sword wielded by the true Heroic Spirit Lancelot. Technically, it was a high-grade weapon made from dragon materials. Still, with Morgan's craftsmanship, even a replica's quality would be near perfect. But a spear was still a spear. And in this world, where Melusine was his dragon, she deserved a weapon all her own.
More importantly, this time, it wasn't just her scales. He had also retrieved ore infused with powerful magic from the lake—and one of her dragon teeth.
As a fragment of Albion, Melusine's dragon teeth shared a lineage with the mightiest of all dragons. While the sword he had now forged might not rival the [Unbreakable Lake Light], it could definitely match its sword variant. Compared to the spear version, this weapon was unmistakably more unique.
Its body was light blue, with a white blade and golden elven script etched along its length. A shield attached to the hilt could be worn on the arm, and the entire style was modeled after the fairy knight Lancelot. A pair of white dragon wings extended from the shield symmetrically, framing the image of a white dragon in its center.
Unfortunately, he didn't have enough material to forge a second knight's sword yet.
Still, there would be plenty of opportunities ahead. This era was rich with legendary swords. As the last age of the gods in Great Britain, there were still divine beasts active. He would surely find more materials in due time. Most importantly—if he remembered correctly—the Spear of Longinus was currently in Great Britain… and unclaimed.
But one step at a time. He had promised Melusine he would help her transform her dragon body. To do that, he needed to learn some magic—especially the kind required to construct a magic turret that could be integrated into her draconic form.
When Melusine received the knight sword from Aslan, her face lit up with delight. The weapon resonated with her, sharing the same origin. She could wield it in perfect harmony.
She strapped the shield-gauntlet to her arm and gave a test swing. With a soft hum, the blade extended. A flash of blue-white light streaked through the air, and a slash appeared on a nearby tree—followed by a thunderous crash as the tree collapsed, startling flocks of birds into flight.
Such power from a casual swing stunned the forest elves, who had been secretly watching because of Aslan's beauty. Was this truly the power of a weapon forged by a human?
Melusine beamed as she examined her new weapon. Since she had taken on a humanoid form, her physical blows—once mighty in dragon form—were far weaker. This sword helped bridge that gap. While she could still transform back into her original form, doing so would mean never returning…
Once that happened, Melusine would no longer be able to assume the fairy form she now cherished. She would vanish quietly, forgotten by all. Just as Albion in the Lostbelt continued drifting through the Sea of Stars until the end, this fate seemed to await all dragons who failed to return to the stars.
"The name of this weapon is [Aurora's Dragon Right Feather]. I hope you like it."
Melusine gently ran her fingers along the blade. Aurora. That beautiful sight held deep meaning for her.
No matter how monstrous her appearance, no matter how destructive her nature, the memory of that day—the aurora she saw—remained unchanged. More dazzling and unpredictable than any of her 4.6 billion years of memories, it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.
Even if her body collapsed, even if her heart broke, she would never let go of that yearning—
Beautiful Aurora. Radiant star. Eternal love.
Was she really that beautiful in Aslan's eyes? She could no longer spread her white wings and fly. This wasn't merely a weapon made for her—it was a token of love.
Like the flowers exchanged by young lovers, the rings passed between newlyweds, the collars around the neck, the handcuffs on the wrists, the ropes tied to the body… Wait, weren't those last few a little strange? But no matter—Melusine's brain was short-circuiting, incapable of processing information normally.
Not knowing how to respond, she chose to change the subject. "That item… how close are you to finishing it?"
Aslan instinctively touched his chest. Inside was a compact storage space crafted with elven script. Though small, it was more than enough to hold the object in question.
"I've finished forging the shape, but it won't be truly complete until I fully understand contract magic."