Chapter 414

It's like a self-projection.

In that filthy mud, besides utter death, one can sense no other information, nor a trace of warmth.

Novia simply searched quietly. The sun had long since set, and a lingering glow stretched across the sky from east to west, highlighting the faintly visible stars. The surroundings were eerily quiet, as if time and the world itself had been frozen.

For some reason, a light drizzle began to fall from the sky, wetting the silver-haired youth's hair, cheeks, and arms.

Novia looked up at the sky; to put it romantically, it could be seen as Albion of this world weeping.

He inhaled the humid air and spoke again:

"Speaking of which, I've never met you, the one from this world, but you're essentially the same, aren't you? No matter how ugly your existence is, no matter how dangerous your way of living is, even if you inevitably face death, you ultimately make your body a place where the weak can survive. Hmm, very impressive."

In the history of the Fairy Britain of Britain, thousands of years ago, the native Fairy expanded their territory to the vicinity of Manchester, eventually encountering the Northern Fairy race that relied on the remains of the last dragon for survival, thus triggering the 'Spring War'.

The result was a victory for the southern Britain Fairy, who possessed human form; the Northern Fairy were all killed, and the innocent corpses of the Northern Fairy delivered their verdict—"Next time it will be your turn."

About a thousand years later, at the site of the ruins of the Spring War, the Rain Clan, feeling guilty and thus taking in the Fairy of Paradise, established Kingdom with its capital at Orkney. Another thousand years passed, which is the present time, Rain Clan was wiped out for taking in the Fairy of Paradise.

"I once told her: You are as noble as the stars that illuminate the world, a unique radiance. To me, you are the most precious star. Your permission means a great deal to me, and losing you would be an absolute tragedy. Albion, you are my only light—"

"Even though that's you in Parallel World, not you in this world."

Novia spoke softly, using the gentlest of her voices.

"Although you weren't in a good mood back then, you still saved me, and I'm very grateful for that. I still remember that joy. I can say with my head held high that I'm so glad I made a contract with you that day, and I've never regretted it."

As she spoke, Novia pulled her hand, which she had been groping in the filthy black liquid for a long time, out. Her ten fingers were immediately covered in sticky black liquid, as was the dragon's head, which was now just bones and covered in the same foul-smelling liquid.

"You helped me before, so I wanted to help you in return. Even though you and she aren't from the same family, this Planet is 4.6 billion years old, and you both agree on that."

Novia said to the dragon's head, which was still cleansed of mud, "I've really gone around in circles..."

The light and radiance were not seen in the sky, nor on the ground, but only in his hands.

A cold wind, blowing from who-knows-where, carried neither sound nor smell.

"I once told her: No matter how ugly, no matter how dangerous, no matter what world we live in, no matter how familiar we are with each other, it will never change my memory of you. You are the most beautiful existence I have ever witnessed on this Planet. Even if your body dies and your soul decays, no matter how unbearable your appearance may be, this memory will never disappear. Even if we fall into nothingness, something will still remain—"

He muttered to himself again in a low voice.

The words that were once spoken are now spoken from a different perspective, addressed to Albion in another world.

Even though your glory has faded, I still love you, I love you as Albion.

"So, you who belong to this world, you must be very tired. You've been flying on the Sea of Nothingness for a long time, and now you're flying in your own heart. So, from now on, please rest well. From now on, you don't need to show yourself for others anymore, whether it's me or those who come after you."

At that moment, Novia shouted:

"You can finally get some rest."

The rain has stopped.

Suddenly, all the darkness and vile mud of the Dark Swamp was filled with light, either purified or gently glowed.

A vast silver world stretched out before us, with only the Silver Marsh and the pitch-black sky existing in this moment. The remains of a colossal Dragon Kind appeared in mid-air, then shattered like withered leaves, turning into pulverized black dust.

Finally, like birds returning to their nests, the shattered black dust returned to the sky along with the radiance, and the countless rays of light falling from the sky were so beautiful, like a miracle.

Neither Tonelico nor Muryan knew what to say; only an unusual feeling remained in their hearts.

There was only one Fairy.

That was a place some distance from the Dark Swamp, not yet 'Edinburgh,' where the reborn Northern Fairy were gathering.

"..."

Among the Northern Fairy, the Pink-Haired Girl, who was clearly the leader, paused slightly, and a tear slowly slid down her cheek. Noticing this Pink-Haired Girl immediately went elsewhere and stayed alone in the room.

"This feeling..."

She murmured softly, then untied her hair, letting it hang down. She touched the tear that had fallen and continued speaking in a gentle tone.

"Albion, you actually... cried...?"

This pink-haired Fairy is named Mab.

She is a very special exception among the Northern Fairy because she is not an 'individual' but a 'collective'. She herself represents "all the Northern Fairy", after all, the Od, miracles and even intellect of the Northern Fairy are based on her contribution.

If ordinary Fairy were to gather together, Fairy would undoubtedly start fighting amongst themselves, just as they did in the past when they lived in villages or City, constantly battling, vying for pleasure, and seeking weaker opponents; Violence and ugliness would never cease.

However, her contribution did curb this behavior to some extent.

As Northern Fairy who relies on Albion's remains for survival, she could be said to have received some of Albion's Blessing, or perhaps some of his perception.

Therefore, with a touch of melancholy, Mab sighed softly, for at that moment she had actually heard the voice and perception of the long-deceased Albion of the Fairy Britain, regarding the soul.

The last dragon's remaining soul began to blur and fade into the distance. It was already exhausted, but now its heart was filled with a long-lost warmth.

The pain that had been there for so long is now inexplicably gone.

Ah, it's almost over. I can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Actually, that guy is always powerful, and that guy is always reliable.

Even though that guy doesn't actually know me—I don't even exist, and I'm not as great or powerful as he claims—that guy—

It is something that shines brighter than anyone or anything else.

So even though it was our first meeting, it was only natural that I was irresistibly drawn to him.

Therefore, even as tears streamed down his face, Mab wore a radiant smile, as bright as the Sun.

"This is truly... an incredibly passionate love, that human being."

That was the love of the last dragon, but in Mab's heart, this love brought a feeling similar to an empty stomach.

Perhaps, this is what allows the essence of being Fairy to continue.

The thought of continuing this love kept flooding my mind.

Mab looked out the window; the moon shone in the night sky, its light illuminating the thin clouds.

Think, think.

Keep thinking.

Finally, she murmured this.

"So, having received your final Blessing, it's only natural that I'm drawn to it...?"

Then, let's turn our attention to another world.

It seemed to be all sea, a vast expanse of blue sky and sea. If it were just blue, any ocean in the world would be similar, but the different shades of color made the island in this sea stand out exceptionally.

The dazzling sunlight streamed down uninterruptedly through the fresh, clear air, illuminating the coconut trees as they stretched out their lush green leaves.

On the island, many Daikokuten are diligently using blueprints to direct other Daikokutens to build all sorts of houses for their masters and mistresses.

"Hey Albion, when is Novia finally coming here...?"

Typhon, wearing sunglasses, lay on the beach, basking in the Sun with a melancholy expression.

Even if you ask me that, I still don't know.

Melusine casually sipped her drink, resting her chin on her hand, and answered in this way.

The girls who appeared at the Singularity earlier and knew each other are all here, like Sion, except for the ones from India. Actually, Black Princess is also here, but she doesn't want to be out in public, so she's hiding in the hotel.

As for Attila and Aika, they have not returned yet.

"All right."

Typhon spread his wings, the same color as darkness, as a declaration.

"By the way, why aren't you changing into your swimsuit or anything when we're already at the beach?"

"There's no need for that, I am the strongest! Even in my casual attire, I will still be the strongest in Novia's heart!"

"..."

Typhon thought for a moment. He had recently found an opportunity to teach Albion a lesson, although Novia ended up teaching him a lesson herself. But he had still had his fun, so he decided not to argue with her about it now.

However, just as Typhon was about to lie down again, a sound similar to the engine noise during Albion's battle suddenly came from the sky.

Hearing the sound of something flying towards the distant sea, the red-haired girl suddenly realized that Melusine, who had just been beside her, had already flown over to see.

"... ah?"

However, a few seconds later, Melusine's lovely brows furrowed slightly.

Looking down into the sea... soft silver hair, energetic eyes, it was like looking in a mirror.

"Are you... me from another world? The one who knew Novia?"

The silver-haired girl suddenly rose from the sea, bringing seawater that soaked Melusine. Only then did Melusine realize that the person in front of her looked exactly like her, yet was wearing a white outfit that resembled a swimsuit.

"What's wrong? Oh, so it's me from another world. If there's nothing else, you can leave—"

"He looks so old, maybe over ten thousand years older than me. He reeks of old stench, it makes me want to throw up."

"... Do you believe it or not--"

Before the Strongest Dragon could finish speaking, it was punched by another Albion that suddenly appeared.

"I am Novia's lover now. You old bastard, your duties are over. You can get out of here now!"

"... Huh?! What nonsense are you spouting! Believe me or not, I'll tear you to pieces right now!"

This truly angered Melusine, and unsurprisingly, the two quickly started fighting.

So, on the beach to one side, Typhon stared in astonishment at the two Albion heads that suddenly revealed their Prototype, one being blue-black and the other pure white.

"You can create clones?! Melusine, why were you hiding this trick from me?! What happened to our agreement to form Dragon Alliance?!"

Chapter 439: The Story of Gomorrah's Heavenly Fire.

"You few carnivores dare to come to the territory of our Fang Clan?"

After leaving the Dark Swamp, Novia and the others headed to the territory of the Fairy, the most powerful individual Fang Clan.

At this moment, the leader of the Werewolf stared disdainfully at the 'meat' before him, but couldn't help drooling.

This is natural, because the Desire of the Fang Clan is the urge to eat. As a result, the human pastures located within the Fang Clan's territory can be considered restaurants. And because a leader capable of leading the Fang Clan has not appeared for many years, the local human pastures are completely deserted.

The rate at which humans are produced cannot keep up with the rate at which they are eaten.

Because none of them would submit to the other, once the Desire to eat arose, they would naturally go and devour the humans in the human pastures, and no Fairy would dare to stop them.

After all, one wrong move and you could be eaten. The Fang Clan not only eats humans, but also Fairy. Even as the most gentle of the Wing Clan, Muryan had heard a lot about this. But unlike the other Wing Clan who didn't care after knowing, she felt unusually annoyed.

Perhaps it's because she deeply inherited the bloodline of Yaling of the Wing Clan.

In addition, even Fang Clan would be eaten. Tonelico had previously traveled to the Fairy village on her own, was well aware of this situation, having witnessed the Fang Clan exiled to other places killing and eating each other.

"Still the same, no, it's because of an even stronger appetite..."

Tonelico murmured, gripping his wand tightly.

For her, a being with Fairy, the pure, almost instinctive 'intentions' of these Fang Clan before her were already clear.

I want to eat them, I want to eat these Fairy, especially this human.

This refers to eating in the literal sense, with absolutely no other meaning.

"Huginn, Muninn, are you ready?"

"It's all prepared, sir."

"That's right, that's right. Miss Tonelico's story and Muryan's Bounded Field can both be released instantly."

Upon hearing Novia's words, the two black and white Raven that had been perched on his shoulders moved to the shoulders of the other two as if by prior arrangement.

Standing in the shade of the trees, looking at the City that had been dyed crimson, not by the color of the Sun, but by the literal meaning of red, the color of fresh blood, and the dried-up, blackened walls that emitted a foul stench.

Meanwhile, the river flowing into the city has turned almost entirely dark red, whereas it was a clear, transparent river when it entered. This is likely due to prolonged feeding and killing.

"You walking carnivores—"

Seemingly realizing something was amiss, the Werewolf revealed its blood-red eyes, intending to lead all the surrounding Fang Clan, including itself, to charge forward and tear the bones of the Fairy and humans to dust.

Did I say I could move?

Novia's mere words exerted an indescribable pressure on the Fairy, rendering them completely immobile.