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

Akalion, recalling the unrestrained indulgence just now, watched Ying's mental state with some concern.

"No way!"

Ying jumped off Akalion immediately; she couldn't admit defeat in something like this!

at this time.

The lighthouse standing in the darkness suddenly burst into a dazzling golden light at its top!

"This is... the new 'Blue Heir'!"

As the first member to join the Dark Space, Ying was naturally seeing this scene for the first time and immediately realized that a new member had joined.

She immediately composed herself, relieved that Akalion hadn't granted her permission for her second request, and then put on a standard, friendly, business-like smile as she moved closer.

"Oh, you're awake. The surgery was a success, and you're a lovely girl now."

"?"

A blonde girl with red eyes and pure white angel wings growing from her back—no, she was an angel—tilted her cute little head in confusion.

Isn't she a teenager now?

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"...Who are you?"

The blonde, red-eyed angel girl finally regained herself from that chaotic state of consciousness. She had already noticed her current state and subconsciously used her pure white wings to protect the spring scenery in front of her.

Strange, why—why didn't I notice this anomaly at first? Could it be some kind of unknown [witchcraft]?

And what's this scene before me... a seemingly harmless, adorable girl, and a... incredibly handsome dragon. Is this a trap set by some perverted old wizard?

Even her values ​​and will were forcibly reshaped.

Otherwise, how could she not feel even the slightest bit of normal hostility towards the existence in front of her?

What will happen next?

Her gaze swept over the smiling, lovely girl, then fell upon the silent dragon. An unprecedented fear, one she had never experienced before or after her transmigration, a fear originating from the deepest part of her soul, instantly gripped her heart.

This will definitely kill you, right?

But... but that girl clearly had the aftermath of the incident still on her body. Why... why did she look completely unharmed?

The blonde, red-eyed angel girl retreated uncontrollably. Tears welled in her ruby-like eyes. But she was a mutant; in this wasteland, theoretically, any form of witchcraft should be ineffective against her.

Could it be that her virginity, which she had carefully preserved both before and after transmigrating, was about to be lost...?

Will she be able to go back alive?

"Do not be afraid!"

Looking at the pitiful angel in front of her, who seemed about to cry at any moment, Ying walked over to her without hesitation.

“I am ‘Lan Si’, and he is also ‘Lan Si’. That sense of intimacy that comes from the depths of our souls is genuine.”

'Blue Heir'? This wizard read my memories?

"Gulp..." The blonde, red-eyed angel girl took a slight step back. "Stand there, don't move! I won't be bewitched by you! No—"

Ying, really, stopped.

This development, which was completely out of character, left Saintess completely bewildered.

"……what?"

Next, shouldn't they do this to me, that to me, and then do this to me, and then do that to me?

Could it be that what she said was all true?

No, no, no, how could I so easily trust a stranger of unknown origin?

But... was it really necessary to treat me in such a complicated way? Saintess's wings fluttered slightly. I am just an ordinary tribal chief in that wasteland desert. The most valuable thing in the entire tribe is the landship used as our home.

"Look, I'm not moving anymore." Seeing the angel girl's frightened expression, Ying put away her previous teasing and asked in a patient and kind tone, "So now, can you tell me where you've been transported to? What kind of character have you become? Are you like me, who directly became the protagonist 'Ying' of Genshin Impact, or like that big guy over there, who directly became a 'true dragon' in the D&D universe?"

Her gaze lingered with interest on the pair of pure white wings on Saintess's back. Those feathers looked so incredibly soft.

"Damn... a true dragon?"

The blonde, red-eyed angel girl cast a questioning look at Akalion. "Is there... a real dragon of this color and form?"

"I am a hybrid of a five-colored dragon and a gem dragon, from a world akin to a catastrophic sunset, but frozen in ice—'Eldra'." Akalion's tail swayed somewhat uncomfortably. He could clearly see that this new 'Blue Heir' was wary, obviously because she had already noticed what had happened between him and Luminosity. This made him feel somewhat embarrassed.

"My true dragon name is Akalion Virminax Pantopkrator. Although the name is three-part and I don't have much dragon heritage, I don't have divinity. I'm most likely a product of arcane magic, or perhaps something unexpected happened?"

So don't be shy.

Just as Saintess Celia's attention was drawn to Akalion's explanation, Ying suddenly pounced and hugged her tightly.

Saintess intended to use her wings to swat this ungrateful fellow away. However, for some reason, the force that should have been violent transformed into a gentle, coquettish push the moment it touched his body.

...Here, all the news is about 'Lan Si', so it must be true.

Even if that wasn't the case, Saintess found that she was most likely unable to escape the control of this 'witchcraft' called affinity.

If the other party truly harbors ill intentions, then there's nothing she can do. But since things have come to this, then perhaps... she should try to believe them.

Moreover, her 'feelings' have always told her that there is no problem—her feelings have never been wrong.

"In other words... everyone, really, is 'Lan Si'."

The blonde, red-eyed angel girl's pure white wings slightly parted.

"Phew... I thought I had been under some kind of perverted witchcraft."

“My name is Saintelia. I am the leader of a small tribe in a wasteland world similar to 'Fallout'.”

"I'm not entirely sure if it's from the 'Fallout' series. After all, 'I' know nothing about astronomy or geography. Besides, there aren't any mutants like me in the 'Fallout' series. And there shouldn't be any evil 'witchcraft'... right?"

"The 'Fallout' series?"

Ying's gaze shifted to Akalion. That ancient memory of the game instantly and strangely overlapped with the reality of the dragon before her, who, as the city lord, had to handle all sorts of trivial matters.

"—General Akalion Lans! The toilet at Shisong Manor is clogged again!"

"...Let's not use any more memes here."

Akalion stepped forward and used his claws to tidy up Ying's messy hair.

"In a real wasteland world, how could a leader of a faction be expected to do such trivial things? Leaders don't have that much free time."

As he spoke, he turned his gaze back to Saintelia.

"But 'witchcraft'? By the way, what exactly is going on in your world?"

“I… I’m just the chief of a desert tribe. My father, on the other hand, knows a lot. But he left the tribe five years ago, supposedly to search for the legendary ‘ideal country’.”

Even though she had chosen to believe that what was before her was 'Lan Si', Saintess still felt somewhat uneasy. Instinctively, she used her pure white wings to protect herself once more.

Ying's gaze was alright.

But Akalion is different.

Those deep gray dragon eyes, like inorganic crystals, always made her uncontrollably recall the lingering blush on her face from just now.

Then, her thoughts would run wild, like a runaway horse, and she would start to fantasize about things that shouldn't exist.

"So, you should be in a situation second only to me and Akalion among us 'Blue Heirs'."

Ying, without anyone noticing, had already embraced Akalion's thick dragon tail, pressing her cheek tightly against the crystalline structure at its tip, which resembled a giant sword. She briefly compared the feel and temperature of Saintess's feathers with Akalion's tail.

The answer is that the tail wins.

Saintess's feathers, though possessing an unparalleled softness surpassing even a dragon's tail, lacked the reassuring warmth that a dragon's tail could provide, a warmth that touched the very depths of one's being.

"Are there... other 'Blue Heirs'?" Upon hearing this, Saintelia asked the most crucial question, "Why don't our memories flow between us like in those 'Ninety-Nine Streams' stories? Is it because that 'Hundred-Ton King' truck isn't as powerful as Lightning?"

“Our memories and emotions are not directly interconnected. However, with each new ‘Blue Heir’ that appears, the existence of all of us will receive a +1 multiplier enhancement based on our initial aptitude.”

Akalion looked at his massive, powerful body.

"I am able to possess a body comparable to that of an adult dragon now, all thanks to this 'increased aptitude'."

"However, it seems that this qualification also has its limits in terms of the 'growth' of physical appearance. Otherwise, my size should have increased again after you joined."

"Furthermore, the 'Blue Heir' form in this dark space should only show the most ideal 'optimal state' that your current soul can achieve."

"?" Ying looked at Akalion, her golden eyes flashing with a look of realization. "Then I'll have to get you some more delicious food."

"...Can we exchange supplies here?"

Saintess's spirits lifted instantly. Although the food in her wasteland wasn't great, the other resources were still decent—otherwise, she would have been wiped out long ago.

"Of course! As long as it's something you're carrying, you can trade it within that 'stable area' illuminated by the lighthouse."

Ying smiled. She walked into the area of ​​pure white, preparing to give Saintess Lilia a demonstration.

With a 'whoosh', a set of initial clothing from the protagonist of Genshin Impact, which all 'Blue Si' felt extremely familiar with, was directly put on her body.

From the Intiwat flower tucked in her hair to the feather ear clips above her ears, to the white knee-high boots that covered her slender calves, and the silk stockings inside, everything was complete.

"?"

Saintess Celia looked at the luminous figure before her, somewhat shocked.

"So... you can wear clothes."

After saying that, she was even more shocked. If she could wear clothes, then why did Ying still maintain that posture in front of Akalion?

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"Wait a minute, does that mean—how could this be?!"

Her gaze darted frantically back and forth between Akalion and Ying.

"Don't get me wrong."

Ying coughed and returned to Saintess's side from that peaceful realm.

"This is all necessary in order to be able to travel between worlds!"

Then, she vividly described the entire process to the newcomer, Saintelia Lansi, in detail.

"Eh!!!!!!!!!!"

Saintess's pure white wings suddenly unfurled in utter shock.

What a filthy and shameless setting!

"So, all that you did just now was to travel between worlds—"

"Oh!" Ying licked her glistening fingertips. "You mean, just now?"

She looked into Saintelia's expectant eyes, as if waiting for a definite answer.

Then, he revealed a mischievous, innocent smile and slowly shook his head.

"no."

"This...this...how...can't...know..."

Saintelia suddenly became incoherent. Her brain, due to this completely unpredictable development, completely crashed.

"Huh?" Akalion found it strange. "Aren't you from the 'Wasteland'?"

“‘Wasteland’ doesn’t mean ‘no morality’!”

Saintelia appeared exceptionally angry, and her petite figure seemed to swell up as a result.

"Besides, my tribe is not those disgusting slave owners, gangsters, or those madmen who worship evil gods!"

"We, who control a 'town-class' land-based warship, have a complete education system and a pension welfare system. Although it has only been implemented for a short time, I believe it will definitely continue."

"Landship... Rhodes Island?"

In a flash, the game *Arknights*, featuring a little donkey, came to mind. She stepped forward, approached Saintess, and changed the subject:

"If my memory serves me correctly, there are no landships in the Fallout series."

"..." As the topic shifted, Saintess's anger, which had risen due to her excitement, gradually subsided. "...It's just a wasteland world with the same style."