Although he didn't need Akuta Hinako to come with him, he still needed to explain the situation to the fae. Even though it was currently an employment relationship, Aslan still wanted to develop it further, at least into a partnership. Therefore, respect was necessary. Whether she was needed or not was one thing, but whether he told her or not was another.
As the sun set and the vast expanse of stars began to climb into the night sky, the sultry summer wind started to become refreshing. Leaving the Clock Tower where he researched magic, Aslan headed towards the bar that Akuta Hinako frequented most.
Perhaps it was because all the customers and staff at that bar wore masks. The various masks were like a natural wall of disguise, allowing everyone to wantonly vent their true nature in the bar. It also allowed Akuta Hinako to temporarily ignore the fact that all the customers were human.
Hysterical music, colorful lights, and a crowd of people dancing joyfully with masks on. In this small bar, alcohol, accompanied by a singing voice that seemed to question the very soul, made everyone's spirits rise higher and higher.
On the stage of that small bar, a petite figure was dressed in hot and open clothing. A mask made of feathers concealed her entire face. It was hard to imagine that such a small body contained such hysterical emotion, soul, and power. The vulgar words that appeared in the lyrics from time to time, instead of making people feel it was too much, actually further unlocked everyone's wild side.
It was only at this time that everyone was releasing their wildness. Therefore, Hinako had no reason to say anything to these people. The reason was simple: wasn't she also venting like a beast right now? Everyone was the same. At this moment, she had no right to look down on others.
However, after properly venting her frustrated emotions for a whole night, finding a massage parlor, having a good soak in the bath, and getting a massage for a beautiful night's sleep could indeed lead to a relaxing day. Currently, Hinako had only found this one way to properly vent her feelings. As for whether there were other ways, that would have to be proven by time.
When Aslan arrived, it was the peak of the music. Hinako stepped on a speaker, making a loud noise. Her angry roar was like the song of a siren, or like a raging fire, igniting the vented emotions of everyone present. The bass was constantly playing. The bassist was none other than Akuta Hinako herself, singing from behind the scenes. It was hard to imagine that in just two weeks, a classical beauty who had never learned the musical instruments of this new era had grown so quickly into an excellent bassist. Recently, Hinako even seemed to have plans to compose her own music.
Listening to the cheers from the crowd below, Aslan couldn't help but feel that Hinako had truly figured out this heavy metal music thing.
After explaining to Hinako that he was about to go on a mission, the fae just gently waved her hand, indicating that she understood. Taking a sip of strong liquor from a distant northern country, a pleasant smile appeared on Hinako's face. This strong liquor, paired with heavy metal music, truly made her heart, which had been suppressed for so long, feel a bit of relaxation.
"You go alone. At least for now, I don't want to get involved in these things."
Aslan nodded. After picking up Melusine, he headed towards the northern part of the island. That's right, the target this time was again in the north of the island. He had heard it was the site of a ruined old city, from which the sound of a dragon's roar was often heard. Because it was the ruin of an ancient city at least 1000 years old, members of the Archaeology Department had been invited.
The main purpose was to figure out what was going on with the dragon's roar. If you were to say a dragon had been discovered in this era? That was an impossible thing. The magical energy of this era was already insufficient to support the survival of a dragon, unless it was in an extremely special place, like the Eye of the East China Sea or a secret realm in Tibet. The only place in Great Britain where a dragon could possibly appear was in the spirit tombs beneath the Clock Tower. And even if a dragon did appear there, it would only be a subspecies descendant with a tiny bit of dragon's blood.
Therefore, everyone guessed that this time it was probably caused by some accidental magical tool or other remnant object. If a magus in the past had recorded the voice or form of a dragon, it would be a groundbreaking help for the research of dragon species. In other words, the main task for Aslan and the other few archaeology students this time was to find the tools that could possibly be causing the dragon's roar. Of course, it couldn't be ruled out that someone was secretly researching something here. If it was the latter, then Aslan and the other students would also need to make a report on it, and could apply for support if needed.
The students in the Clock Tower were no rookies; they were all existences who could act alone as excellent magi. Ordinary magi didn't have the qualifications to enter the Clock Tower. Of course, if your family had influence, you could also come to the Clock Tower to get a "gilded" education, but even such students had their own special skills.
When Aslan arrived at the mission location, the expression on his face changed, a hint of nostalgia appearing. The ruins of this ancient city were really a bit familiar. From the remaining architectural style to the location of this city, even though the surrounding environment had changed somewhat, Aslan still recognized where this was. After all, many of the sculptures and murals in this city ruin were created by his own hand with his forging hammer. This was the Dragon's Fall, and also the graveyard of his cheap old dad.
Back then, to make this place stunning enough, he had left behind many dragon sculptures. Although after 1500 years, the ruin had become so dilapidated, and a large amount of soil covered it, from the broken carvings peeking out from the dirt, he could still recognize his own style.
"I see, so it's this place..."
Aslan's tone was filled with nostalgia. He even felt a bit of a desire to take the Supreme Masterpiece from his neck and summon it, so that the dragon bones and dragon soul within it could, to some extent, revisit their old home.
But... to think someone would dare to cause trouble here... then this was something he couldn't just let go. Daring to cause trouble on his old dad's grave, did they think the Son of the White Dragon could never return to the real world, or that he and his old dad had a bad relationship? What a joke. The main reason he was an enemy and opponent to his old dad was to follow the correct development of fate. The fact that his old dad was willing to leave his soul and skull directly to him—wasn't that enough to prove the relationship between the two of them?