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

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so bored as to stare at Morgan for so long.

"...inhibitory force."

Akalion murmured the word.

From the very first moment he set foot on this island, the restraining force had already begun to interfere with him.

So, was the king's sudden nationwide invasion also driven by a restraining force?

Judging from the dragon bone greatsword named Albion, this should be the suppressive force from "Gaia".

But—why?

Akalion couldn't figure it out for the time being. Since he couldn't figure it out, he wouldn't think about it anymore.

He shifted his gaze from the direction of the dragon bone greatsword he had tossed into the distant sky, and returned it to the weak, powerless pure white figure that was being constantly eroded by the negative energy he had released.

No wonder He was so weak.

It turns out that Gaia was the one who secretly did it.

“My Lord,” Akalion said slowly, looking at the sluggish white dragon, “you came to me for your own reasons?”

The negative energy that was eroding His body was being gradually neutralized by His boundless vitality.

I'm afraid it won't be long before He recovers from that weakness.

But it's alright.

Anyway, Akalion is already planning to get rid of it.

That massive army of tens of thousands of barbarians had been reduced to charred remains, ashes, and corpses.

It would be impossible to assemble an army of the same size again in a short period of time, given the logistical capabilities of this era.

Moreover, quite a few barbarians managed to escape from that hellish battlefield.

They will surely spread the terror that belongs to Akalion to every corner of Britain!

Volume 1 Snowfield Dragon Lord: 55. Post-Battle Conversation with the Fifth 'Blue Heir'

"……you……"

The lowly king is now unable to utter a complete sentence.

Akalion's negative energy was rampaging wildly within his body, constantly eroding his life force.

"Ah."

The dragon let out a soft, emotionless laugh. As it unleashed another [Psionic Blast] on the lowly king, it stepped forward and gently placed its giant sword-shaped tail over the king's still-evolving wound.

In an instant, Akalion absorbed all the negative energy, both from within the King and from the remaining energy on this land.

He had no intention of leaving behind even the slightest bit of power so that the world could take advantage of him.

"Perhaps there is indeed a 'restraining force' driving things behind the scenes. But I can tell you clearly that I am looking for you for my own purposes."

As the words fell, the King's enormous white dragon body transformed into countless points of light, merging into the earth beneath his feet. His human form reappeared where the points of light converged.

Apart from the pure white skirt armor on his body, which had become somewhat disheveled, he seemed to be in no major danger.

After the Albion Greatsword was removed from His hand, His entire mental state seemed to improve considerably.

She went from being a yandere with obsession and madness to... becoming somewhat decadent.

The effect of [Psionic Blast] on it has changed from an absolute shock that lasted for ten seconds to a slight daze that lasts for less than five seconds.

“I hope you will stay.” He gazed at Akalion, his emerald eyes filled with a clear plea. “Only you can save Britain.”

"Wait a moment?"

Akalion's dragon eyes were filled with confusion.

"Can I save Britain?"

"And from whom did you hear this?"

"I can, I can feel—"

The lowly king's gaze suddenly fell upon an empty corner.

"—Get out here, Mary!"

"Don't get so angry, Voodoo."

Accompanied by a dreamlike shower of petals, the beautiful girl with white hair and purple eyes slowly emerged from the shadows.

"..."

The lowly king's brow furrowed deeply. He instinctively reached for the sword at his waist, only to suddenly remember that the Albion Greatsword had been discarded by Akalion.

While it wouldn't be difficult to retrieve it, there's no need to do so now.

That sword was something He had obtained by chance yesterday, a gift from the power of restraint; it wasn't something so easy to take.

Even the seemingly insignificant small gains can be enough to cost you your entire life.

Just now, the Lowly King personally experienced the price—the Restraint Force intended to exchange Him for Akalion 'staying'.

"I can—"

“The Lowly King is the embodiment of the island’s will.” Before the Lowly King could speak, Melly interrupted Him, explaining to Akalion with great interest, “He can clearly sense that because of your presence, Akalion, the island’s power is beginning to slowly recover.”

"..."

The king's cold gaze, like a sharp sword, stared at Meryl without uttering a single word.

Could it be a domain ability from the Dragon's Nest? Akalion wasn't entirely sure. But it seemed that this was the only ability that could have such an effect on the surrounding environment.

"Is what Meryl said true?" he asked the lowly king for confirmation.

"..."

The lowly king remained silent, then nodded.

“Of course I’m telling the truth. Why do you always think I’m lying?” A slightly aggrieved smile appeared on Mary’s face. She moved closer to Akalion, reached out, and gently stroked his cold, hard scales. “I would never use ‘lies’ to deceive anyone!”

"Sometimes, lying doesn't even have to be done."

Akalion gave him a disdainful look but did not stop her. Then, he turned his gaze back to the lowly king.

"I cannot accept any form of control over me by 'inhibition'."

"..."

The lowly king's demeanor instantly became even more decadent. Even if Akalion was willing to connect with Him and the island, with His (the island's) dwindling power, He could not resist the restraining force originating from the planet itself.

"But I will come back here often."

Akalion's words rekindled a glimmer of light in the lowly king's dimmed eyes.

“However, before that, you must remain in your Camelot.”

For Artoria, if Britain is to continue, then the King cannot die.

If the death of Albion, the pure-blooded dragon symbolizing Britain, signifies that the Age of Gods will be replaced by the Age of Humanity, then the death of the Lowly King—the will of the island itself—signifies that the entire Age of Gods will face its utter and irreversible demise.

"Your Majesty, I won't listen to you—"

Meryl couldn't let things stabilize so easily.

Moreover, given the lowly king's personality, it's impossible for him to do so—

"……I see."

However, the lowly king immediately nodded. Of course, he did not want to listen to Akalion, but the problem was that he could not deal with that strange power. So it would be better to make friends instead.

"Eh?"

"—He agreed!?" Meryl looked at the lowly king with a surprised expression.

"You are the one who killed Morgan and Artoria's father. Do you really think Artoria and the others will let you go?"

"Don't say anything that's detrimental to unity."

Akalion snapped his fingers and knocked the phantom to the ground.

"it hurts!"

Mary touched her forehead and said, feigning displeasure:

"Beat me so roughly, don't you want to 'taste' me anymore?"

“If I ever really want to,” Akalion’s tone was full of arrogance, his dragon’s majesty fully displayed at this moment, “you don’t think you can refuse me, do you?”

He paused, then carefully scanned Meryl's entire body before saying with some disdain:

"Besides, you don't think you're more beautiful than Artoria, or cuter than Luminous, do you?"

"Have some self-awareness."

“Even the lowly king before me is much more handsome than you.”

"...Do you really...think that way?"

Merry slowly removed her gloves. She placed one hand on her chest and looked at Akalion with a provocative gaze.

"?"

Akalion's massive, sword-shaped dragon tail swayed slightly. He glanced instinctively at the lowly king.

The humble king, at just the right moment, puffed out his chest, a chest that could look down upon all other peaks.

This left Mary speechless.

Her physical attributes are indeed inferior to those of the lowly king.

But it's okay, she will grow up... Will she?

Forget it, if we can't sow discord here, then we'll have to try other methods.

"Hmm!"

Mary coughed, about to say something.

Akalion's figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

In an instant, the already fragile atmosphere of 'peace' between the Lowly King and Meryl became treacherous.

The murderous intent gradually surfaced from the abyss.

"Hahaha, then I'll go right now and tell Artoria and the others the good news about peace."

Looking into those eyes, now devoid of any human emotion and as clear as emerald ice crystals, Mary forced a stiff, awkward smile.

"Get out of here while I'm still not ready to kill you."

The King never liked this half-dream demon who treated the whole world as his 'fun'.

If it weren't so hard to kill, He would have slaughtered this thing long ago.

"Then, I shall take my leave."

Before the king could change his mind, Meryl's figure vanished from the spot like a phantom scattered by the wind.

Being killed by Akalion is a completely different concept from being killed by the Low King.

In the former case, she could at least plead with Artoria.

For the latter, all she could do was pray.

Creating a 'false phantom' that is indistinguishable from a real body is also a considerable expense for her.

————Dark Space————

Akalion gazed at the only remaining petite and adorable figure.

"What, aren't you leaving yet?"

Aren't you going to invite me to visit your world?

Ying's figure, as light as a feather, gracefully climbed onto Akalion's mountain-like body. She stood on the tip of his nose, tilting her head slightly, her fair cheeks flushed with a captivating rosy glow, like the evening sun.

"How about we play another round? I'm ready!"

"...I think you'll go crazy, won't you?"