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

She rushed headlong towards the blurry yet noble figure at the center of the energy torrent!

The goal was crystal clear—"Smack!" A kiss carrying the domineering and unreasonable nature unique to a thousand-year-old witch.

It was branded like a hot iron onto the side of Melusin's perfect face, which was illuminated by the torrent of energy and had an inhuman feel!

It was deeper, more painful, and more like a declaration of ownership than the previous brand on the corner of the mouth!

She raised her head fiercely, her crimson-gold eyes burning with a flame of possessiveness and destructive desire:

"They'll definitely come back in the future, right?! If they don't... your Eden will be in danger~"

"Hmph!" With a nasal tone declaring war, CC was forcibly flung away by the violent energy, her figure disappearing into the edge of the bridge's shadow!

In the very same millisecond that CC vanished! In the instant that the energy accumulated by the dual pistols broke through the critical point, enough to tear apart the rules of the world—

Melusin suddenly soared into the sky, her eyes burning with a will more intense than the star's core and purer than destruction itself.

Her arms, gripping the two guns tightly, were like a bow drawn to its fullest extent. The entire space emitted a piercing wail under her inhuman will, like glass on the verge of shattering.

Her voice no longer belongs to any "role," but has become part of the cosmic flow.

Bearing a poignant lament that tears apart fate and transcends time, it reverberates and roars in the very essence of space:

"Fly, towards the sky beyond...! Even if you are now just wreckage—!"

The combined twin pistols unleashed an absolute light capable of devouring everything, and the dragon fairy hurled them forcefully toward the small island.

boom! ! ! ! ! ! !

The ultimate explosion is not a simple roar, but a devastating sound that tears reality apart and pierces through dimensions!

It is a fusion of the full power of Joffrey and Fremond, ignited by the true name of its Noble Phantasm, and hurled by Melsin with her own power...

That ultimate judgment spear, whose core flows with the light of shattered stardust—!

Like the final judgment cast by the creator god, it transcends the constraints of time and space!

It carries the triune will of Melsin, which combines the heart of a knight's guardian, the power of calamity and destruction, and the tyrannical nature of a dragon.

At a speed that surpasses the limits of human perception!

It pierced through the island below with unparalleled precision! It pierced through layers of distorted defenses and illusions!

(Great! It's an invincible piercing technique, we're saved!)

It penetrated the core, deep within the already decayed, yet precarious, distorting "remains" of Charles de Britannia!

Amidst deafening howls of energy imbalance, the island began to collapse and vanish from the inside out.

The massive spatial rift, like an ugly scar, spread across the sky, and the devastating shockwaves were barely held back by Avalon's protective barrier.

Right at the heart of this chaos and annihilation, at the very moment all eyes were drawn to the apocalypse of the island below—

At the heart of that brief but terrifying energy vacuum created by the breach in the island's core.

A figure—a dragon fairy whose body was shimmering with stardust—was silently suspended above the turbulent flow of violent energy!

She had just completed that all-out, world-changing gamble, and now her enormous wings, covered in jet-black dragon scales, were slightly folded.

Like a giant bird spreading its wings for the last time before returning to its nest.

The dual pistols in his hands had been annihilated along with the light of destruction, and his slender body, covered in starlight and dragon scales, presented a perfect silhouette in the backlight of the explosion.

The next second! Her body—like a sand sculpture sculpted by the winds of time—spun half a circle with exquisite grace!

Her long hair drew a silver arc in the raging, empty wind.

The molten gold vertical pupils pierced precisely through the destructive energy storm and penetrated Avalon's thick defensive barrier.

Like the gentle yet clear light of dawn, it fell upon the two figures standing close together on the bow of the ship.

Euphemia's face was still wet with tears, and her eyes were filled with endless worry.

CC's eyes were fixed on the collapsing island below, but the corners of her mouth involuntarily tightened slightly because of the previous "forced kiss".

Their expressions were clearly imprinted in the depths of those inhuman eyes that carried so much emotion.

A smile slowly spread across that inhuman face, a blend of fairy perfection and dragon majesty.

It was neither the polite smile of a knight, nor the indifference of a fairy, nor the oppressive presence of a dragon.

It is a sense of relief at fulfilling a wish, a response that transcends form while steadfastly protecting.

"Ah, in this way—I have finally fulfilled my mission."

In that perfect, warmest moment, the curve of her lips froze—buzz…

An elegant body covered in dragon scales and starlight... as if gently erased by an invisible paintbrush...

From fingertips, hair ends, to those golden eyes that once reflected countless expectations and vows…

Elegantly... silently... it disintegrated into countless swirling, dancing specks of crystalline light, radiating a soft, star-blue glow.

Like a grand, cosmic dandelion shower.

They spun, rose, and streaked through the space storms triggered by the island's annihilation like meteors...

There was no violent explosion, no mournful sobbing... only silent splendor and an eternal farewell.

“…Meilu…Xin…” Yufei’s voice was as soft as a dream, and tears welled up silently again.

But this time… the corners of my mouth couldn’t help but tremble and curve upwards, following that last smile before it faded away.

“...Hmph.” CC crossed her arms and dug her fingers into her own arms.

His crimson-gold eyes were fixed on the azure stardust that was gradually fading and merging into the background of the destructive flames.

She squeezed out a short syllable from her throat, then abruptly turned her head away! But her slightly trembling shoulders betrayed much more.

On the bow of the ship. Fluttering azure stars gently brushed against Yuffie's damp cheeks, bringing a faint, ethereal coolness, as if a final comfort before parting.

Several more persistent points of light even collided with CC's clenched fist, like a reluctant utterance, before dissipating into faint light.

The world trembled amidst the devastation of the islands below.

And above this destruction, in the void where stardust dissipates... that final smile, piercing through the destruction, was cast upon the two of them.

Like a warm star burning at the end of an endless cold night, though it eventually fades into silence, it has silently engraved the belief that it will "return."

Until the eternal dawn rekindles its light.

Chapter 53 As a Fairy… (The End)

The world has settled down after the flames of war.

Lelouch vi Britannia, the 99th emperor of the Britannian Empire, reshapes the order with an iron fist and wisdom.

He fulfilled his promise and, under the watchful eyes of the masses, appointed Suzaku Kururugi as the "Zero Knight," a title unprecedented in the empire.

The pure white uniform shimmered with a new glory in the sunlight, representing the ultimate power to safeguard the new order and the emperor's supreme trust in his dearest friend.

The remote Japanese special district, under the gentle and nurturing governance of Governor Euphemia Li Britannia, has been revitalized like never before.

The hatred and estrangement of the past have been smoothed over by policies and sincerity, and the air is filled with the vigor of rebuilding homes and the peaceful hope.

With the thunderous intimidation of Emperor Lelouch and the invincible royal guard led by Vice-Governor Cornelia Le Britannia.

Any petty person who attempts to destroy this hard-won paradise will be ruthlessly crushed and reduced to insignificant dust on the pages of history.

This place became the paradise that Euphemia envisioned—a paradise free from the oppression of Britannia, where people could breathe freely and regain their smiles.

Princess Nunnally vi Britannia, under the influence of the witch C.C.'s mysterious power, her eyes, long imprisoned by darkness...

Finally, the image of his brother's smile was clearly reflected, and he saw the new dawn that had been won through countless sacrifices and protections.

In the Academy of Sciences' laboratory, Nina Einstein, with the unwavering support of the royal family, immersed herself in cold instruments and complex formulas.

The faint light in the test tube illuminated her focused and determined eyes, the sparks that lit her path toward becoming a great scientist.

Everything was like a meticulously woven brocade.

Every thread of the ideal state is interwoven in an orderly fashion, representing peace, hope, and growth.

It grows vigorously from the ruins of the past, so beautiful... like a dream from which one does not wish to wake up.

The gentle morning light bathed the tranquil garden of the Japanese Special District Governor's Mansion, and dewdrops refracted seven colors of light on the tender leaves.

Deep within the corridor where flower shadows sway, a young girl stands quietly.

Her long, silver hair, like flowing moonlight, was gently stirred by the cool morning breeze, brushing against her calm, serene profile.

Her eyes, which had seen through the vicissitudes of life, were as clear as unpolluted lake water, quietly reflecting all that was beautiful.

Sweet. Happy. Peaceful. A smile that belongs to "humanity"—this is the core of her contract.

It was a vision that her princess, Euphemia, was willing to risk everything for, even with the help of knights.

Every smile is a gentle echo of that solemn vow.

Meilushin's lips curved slightly upward, forming an incredibly pure and serene arc.

"Everything that needed to be done... has been done. Those promised smiles... have also properly... lit up this world."

Her gaze pierced through the layers of buildings and vitality, as if directed towards a very distant place.

There—in the heart of the empire—her master was busy with countless affairs to ensure this hard-won peace.

Meanwhile, in another corner, the emerald-haired witch might be lazily munching on pizza, mocking the world while secretly protecting the newborn light of a certain princess.

"...It's time to leave."

The last whisper was as light as a murmur carried by the wind in one's ear.

There were no earth-shattering energy fluctuations, no mournful cries tearing through space.

Like morning dew silently rising, like ice and snow calmly melting in the sunlight.

The silver-haired figure was bathed in the pure, golden light of the newborn morning.

It begins at the fingertips, transforming into countless tiny, dust-like spiritual particles that radiate a soft, star-blue glow.

The decomposition process was elegant and tranquil.

The silver strands of hair, like starlight ignited by the dawn, were the first to shed their physical outlines, silently sublimating into billions of flowing glimmers of light.

Then, those exquisitely sculpted features, that body covered in stardust-like shimmering light, the edges of her robes fluttering gently in the morning breeze...

Like ink flowing smoothly, elegantly, and gracefully dissolving into clear water, it blends into the misty morning breeze.

A tender leaf, illuminated by the morning light, twirls down from a branch, drifting just before the hazy starlight that is about to completely dissipate.

Behind those swirling, falling green leaves, at the heart of the flickering light and shadow—

A voice, carrying a pure warmth and joy that transcends form, spreads out gently yet clearly, like ripples in the air:

"As a fairy... I finally have something to be proud of..."

Knights bearing the name Lancelot, regardless of their form or title—

Her core essence was confirmed with unparalleled clarity at this moment:

This time... she completely... protected the dream and future of that most important lord.

Finally, what vanished were those eyes that had been forged from the light of ancient stars and the knight's oath.

It stands silently in this land it once protected, reflecting the vibrant morning light and the faint sounds of laughter drifting by.

The lake, filled with molten gold, was brimming with—

It was no longer the oppressive aura of a dragon fairy, nor the indifference of a fairy—

Rather, it is a gentle blessing bestowed upon the "new life" witnessed, and a sense of tranquil relief, like moonlight sinking into the deep sea, after all wishes have been fulfilled.

The light and dust completely dissipated, and the garden corridors returned to silence.

Only the tender leaf that had swirled down finally touched the ground, making a barely audible sound.

The rising sun shines through the gaps in the layers of green leaves, scattering tiny, dancing golden spots onto the empty stone steps.

The flickering light and shadow seemed to still silently trace the illusory outline of the stardust that had just vanished here.

In the crisp, pure air, there's a faint fragrance, the serene essence of distant stars...

The wisps and threads linger, never fading, lingering for a long time.