Chapter 872
It was as if two souls were connected through the touch of skin.
Shirou learned and understood the origin of the black mass.
It was part of the enormous dragon skeleton.
It is the successor of the ancient dragon.
The Dragon of the Crown, the Albion, the Boundary Dragon... that was its name in life.
Thousands of years ago, when the planet became the "Sea of Nothingness," Albion, unable to return to Paradise, fell to his death, exhausted.
Even though the furnace stopped, the meat was still alive; only the "left hand" was severed just before it was about to rot and fall off.
That was the child's previous form.
It remained in this lake, its fate unknown, neither alive nor dead.
The dragon's body transformed into filthy pieces of flesh.
It shed its sinews and bones, and dissolved its cilia and scales.
Things that are neither alive nor dead have no joy or happiness, nor sorrow or pain.
He didn't even know that he had once been a dragon, or what he wanted to become.
It is merely a living organism, but cannot be called life.
It was merely a "thing" stirring in this dark swamp, which should have remained dormant for a thousand years.
But fate quietly changed at that moment.
This encounter, which was neither out of curiosity nor vanity, gave the dragon consciousness.
"..."
After feeling his heart and soul being touched, Shirou came to his senses and found that his hand, which had been holding the black lump of flesh, was now being enveloped by a fair and beautiful hand.
The red-haired boy shifted his gaze to the front of the hand, where a petite silver-haired girl came into view.
Shirou was stunned when he saw that face.
Their eyes met, and they even forgot to breathe.
Then, Shirou slowly called out a name.
"---- Melusine?"
Shirou himself didn't know the meaning behind the name.
Just as he can Projection weapons that do not exist in this world and unleash their true names.
Shirou believes that this might come from a memory that has long been forgotten.
In short, the child's name is Melusine.
No...
It's probably not just the name.
Perhaps even her appearance was constructed based on an image deep within Shirou's mind.
The girl deep in Shirou's memory, Melusine, imitated her posture, and this image is the result.
--Due to Shirou's intervention, Melusine successfully transformed into Melusine.
The boy blankly called out the name of the dragon that had become a fairy.
Upon hearing this, the Silver-haired girl happily narrowed her eyes.
She stroked Shirou's cheek with the hand that wasn't holding his.
"Really? You call me by that name?"
Hey, how should I address you? Shirou? Master? Or Master?
Tell me, my destined one.
Melusine gazed at Shirou with deep affection.
The sheer volume and weight of emotion conveyed in her words made Shirou dizzy.
"Just call me Shirou."
He tried his best to act as if nothing was wrong.
The girl before him was so pitiful yet so dazzling that he felt a little nervous for a moment.
"Please forgive me if I've misunderstood, Melusine, could it be that you...?"
"Yes! I've fallen in love with Shirou at first sight! I hope you can be my spouse!"
Melusine, completely unconcerned about being completely naked, threw herself into Shirou's arms.
"..."
Shirou's face turned deathly pale.
He turned his stiff neck and looked towards the edge of the swamp.
On the shore, the witch revealed a fierce and menacing expression.
In his arms, the dragon fairy revealed a captivating smile.
"Please take care of me from now on, Shirou ~?"
It's utterly baffling.
Tristan and Gawain had probably never felt such a connection or shared the same feelings as they had today.
Both of them took to the sky.
Both of them were racing through the sky.
Up to this point, it's still discernible, because it's visible.
Even though their figures had become afterimages, their presence could still be tracked.
But in a moment, the two disappeared.
From the world of Tristan and Gawain, the two disappeared.
The continuous explosions and shockwaves proved that the two were still in the air above Camelot.
But it's invisible.
Even with the infusion of magic, it remains invisible to the naked eye; nothing can be seen.
"Wait... where did they go...?"
Tristan made a sound instinctively.
She trembled all over, her heart filled with unease and confusion.
Gawain made a gurgling sound in his throat.
She doubted her own eyes, unable to believe that such a world existed.
A few seconds later, the two suddenly returned to the ground.
Lancelot nestled entirely against Shirou's chest.
Shirou held the strongest fairy in his arms as if she were a princess, and they landed as lightly as feathers.
"... I abstain."
Shirou said this to Lancelot he was holding in his arms.
Tristan and Gawain, who rushed forward, were both speechless upon seeing Lancelot's condition.
Lancelot's face was covered in blood, thick blood oozing from his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears.
What did you do!?
"This child..."
When faced with Tristan's questioning, Shirou simply gave a calm reply.
"This child is more active than I imagined... so I guess I pushed him a bit too hard."
Increased speed indicates friction between the object and the atmosphere.
The resulting mass and kinetic energy will increase dramatically, and the entire cell of the accelerated matter will begin to vibrate and generate heat.
The microwave oven, a common household appliance, uses this heating Principle.
This is also a phenomenon that Shirou discovered while training "Time Control".
Life forms composed of atoms have an upper limit to acceleration.
Once that limit is exceeded, the body will release astonishing heat and eventually dissolve completely.
Shirou has mastered some of the tricks to speeding up by training his Time Control " for a long time.
But it seemed to be the first time Lancelot had reached that speed in human form.
In her original form, without the power being restricted by the Faerie Knight Gift's gift, she could be even faster.
However, if she continues to accelerate, she will surely turn back into an amorphous lump of matter.
At the critical moment, the fuse inside Lancelot's body tripped, saving his life.
She lay in Shirou's arms, barely breathing, but still alive.
"Call..."
Lancelot opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something.
Tristan asked anxiously, "Shirou, are you alright?"
"Me? I'm fine. Compared to this—"
Just then, a bolt of lightning struck Camelot.
Tristan and Gawain instinctively and respectfully stepped back.
Appearing before them was Her Majesty the Queen of the Fae Kingdom.
The Queen descended with a grace no less than Shirou's earlier.
"Oh, Your Queen."
Shirou put his arm around Lancelot and spoke to her in a flippant tone.
Tristan and Gawain were pale.
Lancelot attacked humans under the Queen's protection, a grave act of defiance.
However, they did not know that Morgan's expression behind the veil was not anger, but unease and anxiety.
Shirou probably doesn't know what has happened to Lancelot over the years.
She is no longer the person she used to be.
After you left, ▇▇▇▇ drowned herself in the lake, and returned to the original state of chaos.
What you see before you now is the second generation—
"Feel sorry."
Morgan's first words were an apology. "Lancelot must have misunderstood something."
This is not the Fae Kingdom's intention... However, the fact that she attacked you is undeniable.
The punishment for Lancelot will be issued later, and I will also...
"Attack?"
Shirou blinked, interrupting Morgan.
She didn't do anything to me, did she?
"...!" The Queen pursed her lips.
"We're just playing hide-and-seek," Shirou said.