We traveled through time together, but I'm the only dragon? The others are all beautiful girls?

“...Haha,” Akalion let out a low laugh that sounded slightly awkward and guilty. His giant sword-shaped dragon tail began to swing uncontrollably back and forth behind him like a pendulum.

"Merry, how did you figure that out?"

No, this isn't reality. Artoria doesn't have a single wound on her body; she is truly a pure and flawless virgin.

"She is a resident of the dream world and has unimaginable insight into all phenomena related to 'dreams'."

Artoria's golden ahoge (cowlick) curled slightly and weakly, as if indicating that its owner was hiding something.

"?"

Both Eleanor and Akalion sensed something amiss in her words.

"But this isn't a 'dream,' is it?"

Akalion asked bluntly.

"—"

Artoria's ahoge (cowlick) on her head jumped up as if startled. She closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, as if making a decision.

"...She tricked me out. I couldn't help it; I really couldn't explain the origin of that bandage outfit I brought back from your world. And Meryl is just too familiar with me."

She frankly revealed all the information, and the ahoge (cowlick) on her head swayed weakly a few times.

"As soon as she heard the news from me, she immediately went to inform Sir Hector, Brother Kai, and... Sister Wang."

"Right now, they're with Sister Wang, fully armed, determined to tear that 'old pervert' who dared to defile me to pieces!"

"Sister Wang? Morgan le Fay, contacting you at this time?"

Akalion scratched its hard dragon horns with its claws, its tail still swaying restlessly behind it.

"Yes, it was Melly who told her. At this time, the Queen had not yet learned of her fate of not being able to take over the Chalk City, and was still a... kind and good person."

At this point, Artoria's expression suddenly turned very gloomy.

"Right now, Sister Wang is trying to trick me into revealing information about that 'old pervert' using all sorts of words. But, but, how could I possibly tell them such... such a secret message between you and me!"

"So, there's such a story behind this."

Ying sighed softly, as if to say, "I knew it."

"However, it's no big deal. Just bring Akalion over and show him to them, isn't that enough?"

A pure, holy smile appeared on her face, a smile that seemed to purify everything.

"We—we're in pure love!"

Upon hearing this, both Eleanor and Artoria nodded silently in unison.

"...Now that things have come to this, I have no other choice."

Artoria's face showed an expression of extreme pain.

"Sister Wang, you're so long-winded. You look like an iceberg of unparalleled beauty, but in reality, you're just a fearless wild boar that only knows how to charge ahead."

"I think Morgan would be very sad if she knew that her concern for you was just like a boar's grunts in your eyes," Ying thought of her brother. If, hypothetically, Kong knew about her affair with a dragon, his attitude would probably be no different from Morgan's, right?

"Then let's switch!"

Artoria immediately reached out and placed her hand on Ying's rounded shoulder.

"Thank you, but no thanks!"

Ying immediately and mercilessly knocked it down; there was nothing she could do about it.

"I have an older brother. You should think about how to get along with Morgan le Fay, who is your older sister in both the original and the lunar versions of the story."

“In other words,” Akalion finally sorted out the mess, “Artoria, you want me to go, but you also don’t want me to go.”

He could see the deep-seated difficulty in Artoria's heart.

"If only I could transform into human form."

Unfortunately, he doesn't know [Complete Transformation]. He's currently just a novice who has only just mastered second-ring spells, and there's still an immense distance to go before reaching the ninth ring, which symbolizes [miracle].

In the rules of D&D 5E, most of the metal dragons possess the innate ability of "transformation".

But he is clearly a hybrid of a five-colored dragon and a gem dragon, which can be seen from his breath.

It does not possess this convenient capability.

Appearing in this dragon form before Artoria's enraged family—it certainly seemed a bit too beastly.

“I think, Artoria, you don’t need to put yourself in such a difficult position.”

Eleanor, who had been silent all along, stood up resolutely at this moment, appearing to Artoria like a savior.

"In any case, your family will be satisfied when they see Akalion with their own eyes."

"Because the feeling called 'happiness' that overflows from the depths of your soul is real and true. It is the purest 'proof' that no defense can fake."

"Once they discover this, they won't have any objections to your marriage. Besides, Akalion has power, treasure, and genuine affection!"

What about his appearance? Akalion looked at Eleanor, who hadn't said a word, and suddenly felt a little disappointed. He clearly thought he was incredibly handsome!

Look at his scales, which are somewhere between metal and gemstone; look at his powerful muscles; look at his huge, well-defined tail—wait a minute, isn't that something only dragons care about?

"!"

Artoria's face lit up with joy at these words. But then, the golden ahoge on her head began to shake violently, as if sensing a danger alarm.

"My intuition is sending out a warning. I think they'll believe I've been completely controlled by a higher level of 'charm' magic."

"Doesn't your world also contain spells capable of bewitching the undead?"

“But isn’t your magic resistance quite high?” Eleanor immediately noticed the contradiction. Her crimson eyes were as sharp as shattered glass. “If there really was a magician who possessed charm magic capable of working on you, why didn’t he just abduct you and take you back to his workshop to enjoy you slowly and carefully?”

“Hmm—” Ying made a nasal sound of agreement and joined the conversation, “You can’t expect ‘family’ to remain absolutely rational and calm when faced with this kind of thing.”

She turned her gaze back to Artoria.

“But, Artoria, you can’t hide here forever.”

"..."

Artoria's gaze swept anxiously over Luminous and Eleanor. Ultimately, her eyes settled on the silent Akalion; in the end, it was up to her to make the decision.

"I...I need Akalion, come to my world!"

This is the only solution.

It's all Meryl's fault! She made a complete mess of everything!

“Leave it to me!” Akalion’s tone was grave. That heartless Mary, don’t let me find an opportunity. If I really do find an opportunity…

"Wait a minute, I want to go too!"

Ying raised her hand high, just like a student actively answering questions in class.

"Now I have the power to intervene in the situation!"

Eleanor, standing nearby, silently shielded Akalion in front of her the moment she saw Luminous raise her hand. For some reason, she always felt very guilty around Luminous. Was it because she had run away from Ansershion?

Perhaps, but nowadays, even a casual strike from Ying has reached the level of an army-level attack.

She was of little significance in the past, not enough to writhe in the darkness—she needed more power, and it would be better if she could gain more humanity.

Most importantly, there are only two Akalion.

Let's give this spot to Ying for now.

There is ample time.

Volume 1 Snowfield Dragon Lord: Chapter 47. Crossing the Target—Britannia

Within the realm of stability, it seemed as if pink flames had ignited, reconstructing this place into a furnace for forging concepts.

Akalion is the sole hearth located at the center of the furnace.

Artoria and Luminous are two ores of completely different nature, yet equally noble and brilliant, awaiting smelting in the furnace.

If Artoria is the eternal gold symbolizing the sun and the sky, then Ying is the sacred silver symbolizing the stars and the moon.

As if drawn by the furnace core, they slowly and spontaneously poured their own existence into that core that could melt away all concepts.

In an instant, the pink flames suddenly surged higher!

The warmth emanating from the soul and love caused Eleanor, standing nearby, to involuntarily retreat.

She instinctively covered her eyes with her fingers, yet a curiosity deep within her soul compelled her to peek through the gaps between her fingers at the sacred fusion taking place.

Sparks flew everywhere in that instant.

Eleanor felt as if her soul was in harmony with those two pieces of noble metal.

She seemed to have personally experienced the joyful, clear, and melodious chirping that gold and silver would spontaneously produce together when they first came into contact with that intense heat that could rewrite their solid form.

The container, called a shape, began to soften.

The shackles called consciousness began to ascend ever higher into the metaphysical realm.

The foundation, which is called a concept, is beginning to loosen.

The fundamental boundary that separates you and me is rapidly melting away in that pink flame, like pure white snow meeting the golden sun of July.

A faint sense of regret even began to rise in Eleanor's heart for not being able to participate in this forging process.

However, when those two stirring rods, symbolizing the will of the dragon, plunged into the molten gold and silver that had already turned into liquid with an almost rude and merciless manner, and began to stir—

Everything has changed.

That melodious cry quickly transformed into the pure yet chaotic sound of molten metal flowing as it was forcibly swirled into a vortex.

Even the 'crucible' that bore everything was deformed by the weight of the burden.

Eleanor suddenly felt that it was a good thing she hadn't been able to participate in this "melting".

That was not simply stirring.

Rather, it is a violent smelting process aimed at completely and unreservedly fusing two completely different metals into one, where mercy is nonexistent.

The torrents of gold and silver, under the undeniable and absolute force of the stirring rod, were forced and violently collided, eroded, and covered each other.

They are emitting a silent scream belonging to the concept itself.

They are resisting that final, fusion-based "death" that will completely erase each other's selves.

But is this something they can resist?

'Easily possible, absolutely possible!'

Ying wanted to declare this in such a confident tone.

However, after the Undead Eleanor Lannister joined the ranks, Akalion's size stats in the Dark Space have once again experienced a brutal increase.

Her previous experience was now completely useless in the face of this fully upgraded, almost brand-new furnace core.

The fact that Ying didn't faint on the spot after Akalion's stirring rod was completely submerged was already the limit of her incredibly strong willpower.

On the other side, Artoria's golden flow had long since become dim and dull.

This vise is really lousy.

Ying thought to herself with such disdain.

Even though he had already experienced Akalion of this caliber once, his willpower was still not as strong as when he experienced it for the first time.

However, just as this feeling of superiority arose within her—

The temperature of the furnace core, named Akalion, suddenly surged again!

She gritted her teeth, trying to build the last line of defense in her own consciousness.

But this fiery and magnificent torrent instantly shattered her seemingly impregnable Maginot Line, and then swept through, completely occupying her last and most crucial territory—Paris, causing her to collapse and immediately raise the white flag.

Ying, in the end, suffered the same fate as the vise she had just mocked.

"—"

Just as the gold and silver were about to be completely fused together.

The lighthouse burst forth with an unparalleled, immense light that could pierce through the entire dark space!