I'm in another world, and I start out transformed into Lancelot.

The intelligence officer's voice ripped through the clamor, carrying a doomsday pronouncement!

Zone C! That land that holds the laughter of countless children and has just ignited the hope for a new life!

That was the place Euphemia poured all her heart and soul into, a place she visited every day!

Euphemia's heart clenched painfully, and those innocent smiling faces flashed before her eyes...

Just as fear and despair were about to engulf everything—

"Sigh..." A soft sigh eerily pierced through all the noise and fell into everyone's ears, like a snowflake falling from a scorching furnace.

Meilushin had somehow moved to the edge of the command center.

She kept her head tilted to the side, her silver hair gleaming with an inhumanly cold light amidst the changing light and shadow on the tactical screen.

Her fingertips lazily brushed over the crimson mark on the strategic map—Galahad—that resembled a blood-soaked claw.

“It’s so noisy…” Her voice was ethereal and devoid of any warmth, carrying a deep weariness and… disgust, “…these buzzing, annoying…little flies.”

Her gaze, without hesitation, passed over Lelouch, who was focused on the battle beside her, and also swept over Kallen's rage and Suzaku's heaviness. Finally, as if drawn by invisible threads, it precisely locked onto the princess standing in the eye of the storm, her fingertips white and trembling from excessive force—Euphemism R. Britannia.

That gaze carried a strange weight, like the weight of fate.

Then, Melusin spoke softly, her voice not loud, but each word clear, like ice beads falling onto a jade plate:

"What a nuisance. Rather than watching you struggle in vain in your crumbling anthill..."

Her fingers gracefully traced a perfect circle on the enormous holographic map, which was covered with red invaders.

"...How about...we erase all of this...?"

"Clear them all?!"

In a desperate situation where the Knights of the Round Table have mobilized in full force and the flood of destruction has already breached the gates, to speak of "complete elimination" in such a nonchalant tone?!

Kallen's eyes widened suddenly! Lelouch turned around abruptly, his expression revealing extreme seriousness and astonishment beneath his mask!

Melusin's gaze was fixed on Euphemia, and a pure yet heart-stirring smile appeared on her lips.

She took a graceful step forward. This time, instead of pointing at the map or any enemy, she gently touched her slender, white fingertips to the core of her chest, a symbol of some kind of contract.

Then she spoke again, her voice still ethereal, yet carrying an undeniable hint and a cold, pure expectation:

"Just like last time...wouldn't that be fine, Your Highness Euphemia?"

The way she addressed him had a peculiar rhythm that pierced Yuffie's heart.

"All you need to do is... use your Command Spell." She pressed her fingertips slightly against her chest. "Order me to... silence this pointless commotion."

The air seemed to freeze instantly!

Only the points of light representing the enemy's relentless approach to the core area flashed with a blinding red light.

Euphemia's pupils reflected the blazing light of the main cannon on the C-sector surveillance screen.

She could no longer care about anything else, and raised her arm to give the order:

"In the name of Euphemia R. Britannia! Go and deal with them for me!"

The Command Seals' torrent of power has been linked!

On the battlefield, less than a kilometer from Lancelot's main gun muzzle in the air—buzz!

A beam of intensely condensed azure starlight suddenly appeared! Its speed was so great that it seemed to have been "cut" directly from space itself!

That wasn't the propulsion streak of a mech starting up! It was the pure, spacetime-distorting form of absolute speed!

The light solidified instantly, revealing its form—a streamlined black-blue shape suspended in the air.

The black veins, like living vines, wrapped around the body, flowing with a cold, stardust-like luster.

Dragon, machine, female – these are the characteristics that anyone who sees her will immediately think of.

Its molten gold vertical pupils indifferently looked down at the struggling steel insects below.

Two ferocious dragon claws, covered in dark, abyss-like patterns and intricate, heterogeneous scales, casually held the spears upside down, one for Joffrey and the other for Fremont.

Each tiny tremor of the black wings that unfolded behind him caused visible, dizzying ripples to spread through the surrounding space.

Fairy Knight Melsin - The Third Spirit Origin Arrives.

She didn't glance to the side, nor did she make the slightest move to pay attention to Lancelot, who was locked onto her and whose cannon was charged to its limit.

However, the mere presence of her hovering there caused an absolute pressure emanating from the depths of her bloodline to transform into an icy river, instantly freezing all of Nonette's reflexes!

Lancelot's energy surge readings, as if receiving a supreme command, instantly fell into a chaotic, deathly silence!

Then, the voice resonated deep within the souls of every driver, ethereal, cold, and with a hint of playfulness, as if manipulating a toy:

"Want to challenge a dragon? Good fighting spirit. As you wish, I'll toy with you."

The lingering echo of "toying" still resonated on a spiritual level—"Clang!!!"

It was as if space itself was wailing! A piercing, deafening roar that transcended the material world was directly imprinted on consciousness!

Melusin's figure vanished on the spot, without leaving a trace or any process, as if she had been directly erased from the canvas of reality!

On Nonette's panoramic screen, only a straight, pure black-blue "traces" that stretched across the sky and the earth flashed by!

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely, then resumed its flow in the next Planck unit of time! *Sizzle!*

Three seconds later! The belated sound of destruction finally exploded!

In the cockpit of Lancelot, a massive, molten hole appeared out of nowhere, its edges as smooth and clear as starlight glass, but its interior charred and boiling!

After the emergency rescue device was removed, the entire machine was instantly wiped out by the absolute high temperature and annihilation force!

Then—*splat!*

The two machines behind that were unfortunately grazed by the "light" were like gel cut by an invisible blade, silently splitting in two along a perfect plane in mid-air!

The fracture surface was chillingly smooth! The light of the explosion was even temporarily suppressed by that force, delayed by half a second before it erupted with a deafening roar! Fragments scattered like meteors!

And this is only the beginning of the feast!

A dark blue figure, studded with shimmering stardust, began to flash at an incomprehensible speed amidst the steel torrent of the battlefield!

Each flash was accompanied by a cold and decisive "cutting command" that tore through space.

That was the absolute penetrating power emanating from the twin guns she gripped tightly in her hands, and from the pair of terrifying dragon claws covered in jet-black scales!

No tactics, no evasion! Only pure, efficient, and ruthless—penetration! Slicing! Annihilation!

"Target lock...failed?! Damn it! My shoulder...my armor...?!"

Bertolik watched helplessly as a piece of the shoulder armor of his heavy mech, along with part of the cockpit shell, was wiped away as if by an invisible eraser, the cut so smooth that it reflected the smoke and fire of a distant explosion!

"Legs?! My propelled leg armor... Gahh ...

Ruchiano's arrogant laughter came to an abrupt halt. The entire leg of his charging machine suddenly vanished due to the momentum of the charge, and the machine tumbled out of control and crashed to the ground!

The azure light of death relentlessly wove a symphony of destruction; with each flash, each swing of claws and guns, it precisely etched an absolute mark of annihilation into the empire's steel torrent.

What exploded on the battlefield was not just sparks and thick smoke, but the violent turbulence that erupted when the energy cores of countless machines were instantly sliced ​​apart and blown away by the immense force!

First came a moment of absolute silence of cutting and annihilation, followed by a belated, deafening roar of a secondary explosion after the energy went out of control!

Chapter 48 No need to feel guilty, okay? After all, I'm a fairy.

Melusina's azure light, tearing through space, pierced Galahad, ripping apart two enemy aircraft in the process—

Below, in the low-lying area above the sea, the Mirage, a black "fortress" far larger than a regular Knightmare, is floating.

The enormous tortoise-shell-like shape was faintly visible amidst the smoke of gunpowder.

Inside the cockpit of the Mirage Tower, CC was almost completely sunk into the soft command chair.

A pair of long legs clad in over-the-knee socks were casually crossed over another secondary control panel.

She was holding a box, intently working on a slice of pineapple pizza, her long green hair standing out against the dim light of the cockpit screen.

The auxiliary screen in front of me divides the battlefield view.

One of the pieces clearly captures the moment when Melsin entered the battlefield in her third spirit origin form, and that stunning strike that instantly killed the enemy.

"Pfft..." CC almost spat out her pizza when she saw this.

She swallowed with difficulty, a few crumbs of cheese still clinging to the corner of her mouth, and with a languid surprise, said, "Oh? So this is your true face..."

She licked her lips, watching with interest as Melousin gracefully wielded death. "Truly a beautiful yet dangerous creature~"

Just then, the alarm blared! On the main screen, several dots representing the high-speed assault boats of the Knights of the Round Table escort fleet, after losing their mastermind and going mad—like enraged wasps—some of them did not choose to attack the elegant killing god in the air, but instead pointed their cannons at the seemingly "clumsy and slow" black tortoise shell below!

A blazing beam of energy shot directly into the engine compartment of the mirage!

"Tch..." CC clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction, as if complaining that her mood for appreciating the "work of art" had been ruined.

She slowly put down the half-eaten pizza, but still slumped in the chair as if she had no bones.

"Mirage Tower," she commanded casually, "get rid of it, it's too noisy."

The cold, synthesized sound echoed.

Almost the instant the command was confirmed—the surface of the Mirage Tower’s enormous “turtle shell,” covered with sharp metallic edges, suddenly lit up with dark purple energy patterns like blood vessels!

There was no mechanical deformation, no turret rising! Right near the spot where the beam struck, the metal covering the deck "writhed" as if alive, spontaneously splitting open into perfect circular holes! The interiors of these holes were bottomless, shimmering with a dangerous, eerie purple light!

Buzz—swish swish swish swish!

It wasn't the roar of cannons! Rather, it was the sharp, tearing sound of a torrential downpour ripping through fabric!

Countless deep purple energy rays, as thick as an arm and moving so fast they left only afterimages, shot out with absolute precision from those holes! They accurately intercepted and cut through every incoming beam of light and every reckless assault boat!

puff! puff! puff! puff! puff!

The deep purple ray collided with the enemy beam, producing not an explosion, but a violent vaporizing sound like cold water being poured onto a branding iron.

The enemy's beam of light was forcibly broken down into harmless light particles and dissipated!

Immediately afterwards—those rays, like living venomous snakes, directly "drilled" into the gaps in the armor, the muzzles of the guns, and the engine nozzles of the assault boats that they could not avoid in time!

Sizzle-boom!

The assault boat that was penetrated by the ray did not explode immediately! Instead, after a series of muffled energy overload screams, it began to disintegrate and melt from the inside out!

As if being gnawed away from the inside by invisible energy worms, several purple flowers of death instantly ignited in the air!

The mirage didn't even make any noticeable attitude adjustments; its massive body remained motionless like a rock amidst the blast wave of the explosion. Only the low hum of the energy system could be heard inside.

Amid the explosion, CC was even distracted and picked up a cup to take a sip of ice-cold cola, the straw hissing as it did so.

Her gaze swept across another split screen on the main screen, which was a spectacular scene where a beam of lake-blue light from Melusin elegantly sliced ​​through half of Bertolik's mech, incidentally causing Ruchiano's charge to lose a leg.

"What a dazzling one-man show!" CC put down her cola and clapped softly in the direction of Melusin, against the backdrop of purple exploding fireworks falling from the sky.

His tone carried a hint of mockery and a complaint that his "enjoyment of eating had been interrupted."

"With such dazzling stage effects, our cleanup work here seems like a piece of cake..."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The last dark blue cutting light streak in the sky had just dissipated, and the remaining energy particles, like miniature stars, slowly drifted down over the battlefield where the smoke had not yet settled.

At the edge of the spacious terrace railing outside the Governor's Palace command center, the space seemed to "fold" silently.

It was as if space itself had been rearranged—a figure was suddenly "embedded" in the air. One moment it was empty, the next, she stood there silently.

It was Fairy Knight Melsin – her third spirit origin form.

The sharp twin spears were held upside down in his hands by ferocious claws covered in jet-black dragon scales and intricate patterns, with the spear tips pointing diagonally at the smooth floor.

The wings with mysterious patterns on their backs rose and fell very slowly, like a receding tide, each flap distorting the light.

She stood silently before Euphemia, the lingering pressure from another world making the air as thick as the deep sea.

The dragon-scaled hands and feet, the cold, vertical pupils—all these things reveal the vast chasm between them and human civilization.

Euphemia's gaze inevitably fell on the alien's jet-black dragon claw, which gripped a weapon powerful enough to obliterate the battlefield.

A slight, instinctive unease may have crossed the princess's mind—a tremor of the utterly unknown.

At that very moment—Melushin seemed to sense that instinctive alienation.

Suddenly, her right hand, which was covering the dragon's claw, released the weapon, and the two spears turned into particles of light and disappeared the instant she left her claw.