Under the moonlit night, a peculiar scene presented itself before Mélusine and Ian.
Several dragons were seen soaring in the sky.
With every flap of their wings, many clouds were blown away, fleeing into the distance.
"Ian..."
"Are those your brothers and sisters?"
Mélusine couldn't help but ask this as she looked at the scene before her.
"I have no brothers or sisters." Ian quickly gave his answer.
"My mother said that having just me was enough."
"..."
For some reason, Mélusine felt that something was a little off when Ian said this.
However, this doubt did not last long.
Because these dragons, who had come from who knows where, had already begun to act.
That's right—
They were not nearly as friendly as the guy beside her.
In just an instant.
Flames had already begun to fall like rain.
BOOM!
BOOM!
They crashed down all over Camelot, and then great fires erupted.
For a time, the screams of the people echoed through the night.
"Help—"
"Someone save me!"
"Fire! Everyone, run!"
Chaos, panic.
The tranquility of the night was completely shattered, leaving only people fleeing for their lives in the streets and alleys.
"..."
"..."
Ian and Mélusine exchanged a look.
The thoughts in their hearts were self-evident.
"Time to go, Ian."
Mélusine drew the two Arondights from her waist.
The wings that had already unfurled now grew even larger.
"Grr—"
The voice that answered Mélusine had already turned into a low dragon's roar.
Watching the dragon beside her gradually grow larger, to the point of causing the city wall to collapse, Mélusine couldn't help but gasp.
It seems he was holding back before—
Otherwise, if he had just come at me in this form, he could have simply drowned me.
"ROAR—"
With a roar.
The giant dragon that Ian had transformed into flew towards the sky.
Mélusine also cast aside the other thoughts in her head.
That's right.
The most crucial thing now was to deal with these dragons.
If Camelot were destroyed, talking about anything else would be meaningless.
Mélusine no longer hesitated.
She flapped her wings.
In an instant, she shot forward.
Although she was at an absolute disadvantage compared to Ian in terms of physique and strength, when it came to speed, Mélusine would never consider herself weaker than him.
And that was indeed the case.
"This time, I finally have a chance to beat you."
Crossing the Arondights in her hands into a combat stance, Mélusine began to deal with the dragons that intended to destroy Camelot.
But soon, she discovered a problem:
"Why does it feel..."
"Something's not right?"
It was true that these dragons, attacking under the moonlit night, had similarities to that idiot.
Their power was immense.
They also possessed terrifying magic resistance.
But—
They seemed to completely lack a will of their own.
A more specific description would probably be: hollow, soulless existences, with only a false disguise on their shells.
Very ugly.
Mélusine frowned.
What she found most unacceptable were these existences that were all form and no substance.
"Let's go, Arondight."
A flash of movement.
Like a giant butterfly flashing by.
Mélusine's five-hit thrust combo left a beautiful trail in the sky.
What followed was the attacker's final roar, and the dragon plummeting towards the ground at high speed.
CRASH!
It crashed onto the streets of Camelot, smashing several wooden houses to pieces. Fortunately, because of the earlier fires, there was no one inside.
"It seems like someone is helping us—"
"Hey, isn't that Sir Lancelot?!"
"I think so! She can fly?!"
"Then, what's that dragon next to her? And what is it doing!"
Mélusine did not hear the praise of Camelot's people.
Because her attention was completely captivated by Ian's fighting style next to her.
These dragon-like enemies were not as powerful as true dragons.
Even Mélusine could kill one in an instant, to say nothing of Ian.
But—
Unlike Mélusine's performance-like high-speed five-hit combo,
Ian's actions were less like fighting and more like...
A slaughter.
That's right.
In his giant dragon form, he did not use the weapon named Excalibur Morgan.
What he displayed was the most primitive form of attack—tearing them apart with his bare hands.
He didn't need to think of a way to kill those dragons at all.
Because as long as he grappled with them, the final result would inevitably be a bloody pulp.
The blood referred to the opponent's blood.
The flesh, also the opponent's flesh.
Wings, dragon tail, dragon head, and finally, the torso.
Fresh blood flew out, dyeing the sky red. Even the moon and clouds could not seem to escape.
He dismantled his enemies like a monster, then mercilessly threw the remains onto the grounds of Camelot before going to find the next dragon.
Anyone who saw such actions could feel just how much the usually communicative him had been suppressing himself.
After a good while, the reality of it hit Mélusine, and she couldn't help but shiver.
She was somewhat grateful that she had only been humiliated at the beginning.
And she admired Morgan for daring to tempt him like that.
I should just play a supporting role—
These enemies probably aren't even enough for him to kill by himself.
What a monster!
"Stay safe!"
Having made up her mind, Mélusine transformed into a knight who guided the people.
"Find a good place to hide, don't get hit by the falling debris!"
Dawn.
The first light of morning appeared.
What it illuminated were the streets of Camelot, which looked almost completely different.
Dragon blood had thoroughly bathed the place, turning it into a shocking sight. After congealing, it formed a thick, gory layer.
The people who had survived hid in the streets and alleys, looking at the dragon remains and at each other in dismay.
On the other side.
Mélusine was reporting the situation to Artoria.
"My King."
"Before you arrived, Ian had already killed them all."
"I..."
"Only managed to kill one of them."
"..."
"To be able to snatch one from his hands is already quite good."
Artoria consoled the Mélusine before her.
"However—"
"Where is he?"
"Sir Mélusine, please bring him to me."
"Um..."
"It might not be convenient right now."
"Because..."
Mélusine recalled Ian's incredibly sturdy and uncovered body after he had returned to his human form.
Artoria realized.
She coughed twice, her face slightly red.
"It's alright."
"I'll go find him myself."
"Sir Mélusine, lead the way."
"No problem!"