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

"Fortunately, regaining your memories only requires the time it takes to recover the memories you lost."

"Isn't this still without any cost?!"

Ying looked at Akalion with envy.

"No!"

Akalion's gaze slowly swept over Ying, Artoria, Eleanor, Saint Jaia, and Lan Shi.

"This is undoubtedly the highest price for the people of Eldra. Because the most commonly used power is psionic energy, even mages cannot cast spells without the assistance of psionic energy. Once memories are lost, the strength of psionic energy will irreversibly decrease."

"Moreover, I do not want to forget you."

"Oh, I really can't do anything about you."

Ying stood with her hands on her hips, seemingly letting out a helpless sigh, but inwardly she was overjoyed by the real feeling that Akalion needed her.

"In the D&D world, there must be a way to preserve memories, right?"

Artoria's golden ahoge (cowlick) suddenly stood straight up.

“Yes, there is, but the problem is that it can cause memory distortion. For non-psychic, it’s alright, it can be treated.” Akalion nodded, then his gray dragon eyes revealed a serious look. “But in the world of Eldra, almost all professionals are psychics, and there are very few who use a single power.”

“Then why don’t I wait until I find the progenitor’s secret technique and share that dark soul with everyone?” Eleanor looked at everyone calmly. Then she gently pressed her cheek against Akalion’s warm, reassuring scales and took a deep breath. “The loss of memory and humanity is due to the Dark Ring, not the Dark Soul.”

"But right now, you're still hanging around the Undead Asylum, aren't you?"

Upon hearing this, Ying looked at Eleanor with some regret. When would she be able to obtain the Ancestor's secret technique? By then, she would probably have already become a Heavenly Principle-level combatant, sweeping away all enemies throughout history and the future.

“There’s no way around it. The real divine land, the ancient land of kings—Lordran—is extremely, extremely vast. The Undead Town alone is a mega-city covering over a thousand square kilometers.” Eleanor’s face was slightly flushed from acquiring a large amount of Akalion element. “There are just too many monsters in it.”

"No matter how many kills I do, I'm only barely able to gain a foothold in the lower city. I lack the means to attack in groups, and the Wriggling Darkness can only help me quickly finish off enemies that I've already beaten half to death."

As she spoke, her gaze lingered on Akalion for a moment before quickly passing over him.

For now, she still needs to rely on herself to become stronger.

If you really encounter an enemy you can't defeat, then it's not too late to go find Akalion.

P.S.: Tomorrow I will add the D&D psionic setting in the side story volume.

No, what's going on? Why are the Four Gods also considered sensitive words?

This can be used for political commentary?

Volume 1 Snowfield Dragon Lord: 93. Legendary Strength

From that eternal dark space, return to Eldra.

"This is the Dekalapian?"

Ying's gaze fell on the petite Dekalapian, and her eyes suddenly lit up with a dazzling, almost tangible golden light, as if she had entered a supercritical state of deep bloodlust, transforming into a dragon king.

"White hair, red eyes, white hair..."

Artoria's gaze sharpened. She subconsciously glanced at her own still-developing breasts, then compared them to the perfectly proportioned, girlish curves of Deckalapian.

For some reason, a small sense of joy rose in her heart.

"..."

Eleanor's gaze, however, was somewhat cold. This attribute was all too similar to her own.

"Don't be afraid, we mean no harm."

Saintess Celia gently shook her pure white wings and gave Dekalapian, who was looking on guard, a gentle and kind angelic smile.

"A strange frequency..."

The Wanderer Blue Poem immediately turned his attention to Akalion.

Since coming into this world, she has been able to clearly feel that there is a stronger connection between herself and Akalion than with other 'Blue Heirs'.

And this connection was also with his family.

Are they your "shadows"?

After a moment, Dekalapian slowly spoke.

The terrifying memory of "natural law" that lingered deep in her soul made her heart pound incessantly.

“No, my relationship with them is not that of the principles of nature and His four shadows.” Akalion quickly shook his head. “You can understand it as that they are my multiple selves in different worlds.”

"..."

Although she didn't understand, Dekalapian obviously wouldn't admit that she didn't understand; she simply nodded silently.

"Ying, I'm entrusting the Dekalapian to you!"

"no problem!"

Ying grabbed Dekalapian and instantly transformed into a golden streak of light, disappearing from the spot.

Akalion no longer hesitated.

“Mystic Tower, help me awaken their spiritual power.”

[Command confirmed. Verifying qualifications... Please wait...]

A crimson radiance suddenly swept across the dome of the hall, enveloping the remaining four 'Blue Heirs'.

[Test complete. One person possesses psionic aptitude. The rest do not.]

"?"

Akalion felt an unprecedented sense of confusion. Those Hilichurls from the world of Teyvat all possessed the aptitude for psionic abilities, so why didn't 'I' have it?

"Who possesses psychic abilities?"

Eleanor Alcmanas Aurelius.

Accompanied by the words of the Mysterious Tower.

A dazzling golden light gathered above the head of the proud white-haired, red-eyed girl, forming a miniature, exquisite crown.

"Is it because Eleanor consumed too many souls?"

Akalion shared his guess.

"I think... probably not."

Artoria's golden ahoge (antenna-like hair) swayed incessantly. She glanced at the proud Eleanor, then turned her gaze to Akalion.

"The specific reasons—I think we'll know when Ying comes back."

"The reason? Waiting for Ying?!"

Saintess's face flushed slightly as she immediately realized why Artoria had said that.

"It can't be because of that, can it?"

"Can not be sure."

Artoria gazed at Akalion; that was simply what her intuition told her.

"That one? Which one?"

The wanderer Lan Shi was somewhat confused about this.

"It's about having sex with Akalion in real life—"

Before Eleanor could finish speaking, Saintelia, who had just realized what was happening, covered her mouth.

"Don't say such discordant things so openly!"

"Disharmony?"

After her gaze lingered for a moment between Akalion's massive dragon body and Eleanor's petite frame, a blush crept onto her ears.

"Impossible, is that really the reason?"

"should be."

The golden ahoge on Artoria's head swayed up and down incessantly, giving the most certain confirmation.

"Only Eleanor and Luminous have performed the ritual in the real world."

"cough!"

Akalion forced out a cough, drawing everyone's attention back to him.

"Isn't it entirely possible that Eleanor's soul became stronger because she absorbed a large number of souls?"

"Right, the Mystic Tower?"

[Confirming Soul Potential Ring Level... Artoria: Seventh Ring. Eleanor: Sixth Ring. Saintess: Ninth Ring.]

"Nine rings? Is that the highest level, only nine rings?"

Akalion glanced at Saintess, who was surveying the room.

As a humanoid red dragon in the Type-Moon universe, Artoria's life rank is far beyond that of ordinary beings, so it is reasonable for her to possess the potential for the [Seventh Ring].

Eleanor comes from the Dark Souls world, which has a completely different concept of souls. Her assessment may not be accurate to begin with, and can be ignored, since she can devour souls to quickly strengthen herself.

But for Saintess—as the Primarch, as a warp deity who has not yet awakened her true nature—this [Nine Rings] level was still too low in Akalion's eyes.

[No. Within the realm of the mortal world, [Nine Rings] is already the limit. She does not possess legendary-level strength.]

"Then, what is the legendary level?" This piqued the curiosity of Akalion, Artoria, Eleanor, and Saintess.

[Please refer to "The Complete Book of Spells of the Eastern Sage," specifically the sections from the tenth to the twelfth ring, which describe the characteristics of spells in the legendary realm.]

"?"

Akalion, with his common sense from the D&D world, was momentarily taken aback.

The next moment, he suddenly remembered.

"By the way, this world doesn't even have a [magic network], so mages naturally don't have the restrictions imposed by the gods."

Because of the [Kalthas's Divine Consecration] that nearly dragged the entire world of Faerûn into destruction, the goddess of magic in Faerûn directly used her power to ban mages from casting all spells of the tenth rank and above.

"Please tell us the effect of the tenth-ring spell."

[Permissions confirmed... Permissions granted. Master, retrieving relevant intelligence for you.]

Currently, given the master's strength, only information regarding the [Tenth Ring] spell is available.

A phantom page, shimmering with starlight, slowly unfolded before everyone.

[Ten-Ring Spell: The Star of the Eastern Sage's Life]

[Type: Prophecy, Transmutation, Evocation, Spellcasting]

[Description: Concentrate all the light of a star, from its birth in a nebula to its destruction in a supernova explosion—a span of billions of years—into a single moment to attack the embodiment of [Calamity]. Practical testing has shown its [knockback] effect to be excellent.]

[WARNING: Sage, forbid anyone from using this spell to attack individual lives or the Eldra world itself!]

[Sage's Disciple, Edevara: Master! This isn't a tenth-ring spell at all! Please move it to the eleventh ring!]

[Sage: I won't listen!]

This spell was created by the Eastern Sage, Edivara's teacher, in the year 10013 of the Human Era.

"This effect... truly befits a tenth-ring spell."

Artoria looked at the description on the page and couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

"To concentrate all the power of a star from its birth to its destruction is only enough to 'repel' the 'avatar' of an ancient evil? Isn't the level of this ancient evil a bit too terrifying?"

[WARNING: Do not mention 'Ancient Evil' or related concepts—It is still here.]

"!?"

The cold, emotionless warning from the Mystic Tower made even the golden ahoge on Artoria's head tremble violently.

"This this--"

She instinctively moved closer to Akalion.

"I didn't feel anything?"

Akalion amplified his senses. He heard nothing but the faint whispers emanating from the ancient fragment within him.

The master's intuition is correct.